Didn't see no babies
Didn't see no big house
Didn't see no love
Runnin out

The men who move
The womxn who stay still
What can I do
But get on with my groove?

Won't find no ring
Nowhere in my house
Won't catch me up
Walkin down no aisle

The men who move
The women who stay still
What can I do
But get on with my groove?

They always called me
That little tomboy
Wearin baggy jeans
Movin myself

For womxn who move
The men who try 
To make us stay still
For womxn who move
It's a lonely road

What can I do
But get on with my groove?

​

Intergalactic Star Porthole
Or shall I call you by your government name?
Uterus
I am listening
I have stopped wandering
​And come home to me
Orange martyr
I am grateful for your sacrifice
Unravelling in her image
Power be what is to the left in me
Compassion be what grows
In the flesh of me 
Reproduce with me
All the stars of the galaxy
​

How the body speaks
As the wheel turns
How the body hurts
Lighting the way
With a brutal honesty
Arising from within

It was all grief she said
As she wiped the tears 
From her knowing
Oh well if my sadness offends
These feelings
Are the same ones
That enveloped you in love

There are notes of sorrow
In the moan of her breathing
I am ok with the leaving
I have given it many thanks
This balance does not come easy
It has not come easy

I bite my tongue 
To the point of bleeding
You do not have to be a victim
To be hurt

She stopped battling the waves
And let them crash upon her easy
Unearthing the sediment
Of buried self worth
Behind so many apologies for being

The words come from her stomach
And bottleneck at her mouth
Where do I begin?

Swimming towards her shore
She has to defy her drowning
She has to defy her drowning
She has to defy her drowning

Lungs full of regret
She collapsed onto the sand
And coughed up resentment
Nearly choking on those tears
Full of salt
That threatened to erode her thriving
Gasping
She wiped her slate clean
With breathing

It was all grief she said
Oh well if my sadness offends
If nothing else
I am entitled to my depths
And my river
Flowing underneath this surface

The weight of her patience
The fire of her passion
Compacted the sand beneath her
Under pressure 
She became mirror to each grain
With her own eyes
She is seeing
She can house her ocean
And all that washes ashore
She is strong enough 
To hold down the Earth
And when need be
She can be carried away 
With the wind

It has taken eons 
To balance her current
She is tempestuous by nature
So she grounds with forgiveness
These feelings are her eyes
Even when she wishes to sleep
There is her vision
Open and
Filled with emotion
She has never been apart
From this world and its vibrating

When the tide is low
Off in the distance
You can see her wading
As it is troubled
You will catch her swimming
Her eyes
Watery and becoming
Will pierce
Through the air 
Like a siren's song
It was all grief they will say
Oh well if my sadness offends

Today
We have been given
Grace
We are the gifted

The sun dipped behind this hill
And the wheels kept turning
I made my way
And I called it home

When my breathing 
Interrupted a burning
From bullet holes
Let loose from a gun
In the hands of a boy
Where toys used to be
But this is a game
Where no one is playing

The silence transformed 
Into prayer
I fell
For the fallen
Into sound

The imaginings of a 
Rage turned visceral
Of a chamber now empty
Of fate realized
Timing is everything
And no thing
All the same

When the bullet struck
Two lives lay in peril
One bleeding 
Pleading with death
To come another day
The other with the 
Itchy trigger finger
Now haunted by the 
Birth of terminal disease
Never shall peace return
To the real place
Where truth is transmitted as
Heartbeat
A silence too big
Not be heard

Sirens lit the way
I called it home
Today
We have been given 
Grace
We are the gifted

(Fo)rest and
(Revel)ation
Walking
Not hanging
Amongst the trees
For breathing and
Being free
All we need
In through the nose
Out through the mouth
Calling deep wisdom
To me
Satisfied in the mystery
My feet carry me into the
(Fo)rest for
(Revel)ation

11/03/18

Native Park
With the Other People
Smoking and drinking
Watching the sky move
Together
In solitude
Chasing the alone away
Judgment relinquished
When we remember
​Birds of a feather...

Who is the ghost?
Who are the living?
Why do we take the density
so seriously?
If things aren't real
But real is only a thing
What is illuminated?
A reel?
A moving picture show
Of unreal things?
I think on my ghost
And ask why do you live for me?
What is there inside the dying of me?
Is it everything 
Unreal
Unseen
Behind being
A no-thing-ness
A form-less-ness
Never born
​Never dying
Never being?
Like the space
between my unparted lips 
Open
And vibrate me 
Into ex-is-tense
Where time is laid upon
My no-thing-ness
Respire
Heat me with each breath
Ignite me
Into being
Spiraling into the fire
Out of a native dark-ness
Re-member me
In reality
In this fantastic phantasm
Of being

ki           the language
kuro      of breaking
kalium   down to the ashes
alkali      undoing the flesh
kali         to become again
ka           through desire

All the space in between
the red orange yellow green blue black purple of we
inside the binary we be
housing one light 
between the 0 and 1 of we
the everything and nothing 
takes form
how do our colors come together
an ecstatic orgasm
manifest as we
these bodies
these Bhodi-
Sattvas of the Earth  
space ships
held in resonance
vibrating into existence
charting the distance 
between points of light
darkness becomes
the blood of space
like crude oil to Earth
Raw and unrefined
the fuel of being
unseen
where we become
colored in time
like dye cast upon the ether
revealing the dance of we
the speed and frequency
of how we change
into one another
of how we bleed
from color to color
infra red 
heat light bodies
ignited in Love
we are here
in the bearing sea
below the surface
in the suffering place
to reunite
to traverse
the space between
to explore the spectrum
and plant our feet 
in the shifting
find us
​coming together
in and out of being