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Saturday, 25 April 2015

Triangles




The truth is
I was terrible at geometry
I was not great 
At math
In general

There are reasons
But they're ugly
And involve 
Cruelty
And abuse
And bad parenting
Let's not go there

But geometry 
Is almost
Conceptual

Which should be good
For someone like me

I prefer to think
It just wasn't
Explained properly

So geometry is still
Such an elusive thing
Something
I can't quite grasp

But triangles
I loved triangles
They made music
Could make music

I thought I had
A secure grasp
On triangles

Until

You
And her
And me

But we made
A clangy sound
It was not pretty

Sometimes
It was ugly

And finally
Silent

I'm not fond
Of triangles now

I wanted to take
My point off to a
Bohemian Street Faire

Find some slow dancing
Languorous 
Brown eyed boy
Who would make me
Forget how to breathe

You could be
Point A
To her Point B

But you said
No one leaves
We love this through

I believe in love

I don't know 
If I believe 

In triangles


when dreams turn to nightmares


When dreams
Turn to nightmares

And navel gazing
Turns to searching

Rifling through
Fears and cracks
In a weakened spirit

It isn't light I see
Trying to break free

But the darkness
Of too many failures


Friday, 24 April 2015

Home Again

Tonight he lays his head
On my naked breast
It has always been a
Place of refuge for him

My need to protect and defend
Is also fed by that simple action
His head on my warm breast
His hand cupping one round globe
Until his breathing matches mine

And I think that for one
Moment of pure magic

We are God and Goddess
Clinging fast to one another

Our breaths creating
The entire Universe

Every falling star,
Every tiny flower
Every hopeful heart
Every child's smile

Into exquisite existence
And this is how

We continue
To love each other

Love each other
Home again

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Saturday, 4 April 2015

Running Out

The truth is

I am easily overwhelmed
Easily hurt beyond repair

I carry so many scars
So many bruises
That if you look closely
You will see 
I am merely 
Limping along

Some days 
I just want
To shut it all down

Be that crazy lady
With a hundred cats
Who one day 
Just stopped talking

It takes so much energy
To keep going
When stopping would be
Such a blessed relief

I am told I am loved
Some days
I even feel loved

But most days
It requires faith
To believe in something
I don't actually feel
Faith requires energy

The truth is

I am running out
Of energy
Of faith
Of belief
Of heart