I beat the drum of the defiant
dance to the rhythm of defiance
I do what can’t be done
live the unexpected
embrace the inevitable
show it the way of
succumbing to my will
show it the way of
releasing to my pleasure
I can’t cower from the unknown
history makes that implausible
though sometimes I think
I’d like to do just that,
to be weak for an interlude …
to need…
but I don’t…
my hands jam against
stretched leather
of the defiant drum
I sing an ode of defiance
and I do it
defiantly
Ahh…I am a glitch
a product of what was supposed
the summation of that which is not…
has never been…
can’t be, yet is
I make no sense within
the timing of your song
so I beat my own paced melody
against the drum of the defiant.
I Marvel You
With my cheek pressed against your back
the aura of your grit
boosts and prods me
into another space
a place locked to me before
locked
deadbolt locked
now I hold the hand
of the master key
and the gift of newness
is what you breathe
all over me
Mmm…tell me again how you’ve
searched for me
how you couldn’t give up…
Be My Playground
May I have your open sky
for my playground
if I promise to play nice?
If I promise to be gentle
can I hop along
your dimmed twinkles
setting them alight
when the blackness rolls in -
and surely it will
If I promise to always pick you first
can I doodle pictures in
white puff dreams?
I’ll show you mine
if you show me yours
If I promise to hold my tongue
may I sit with you
in daytime blue
when there is no game to play,
when you think all there is,
is drudgery and routine?
Will you let me show you
why you’re wrong?
If I promise to wait for you
at the base of the moon
will you climb out of gray
and reach for me?
Cause if you do
I’ll chalk your name in iridescence
for untold generations to wonder
and you can be my playground
To Pieces
Here I stand at the
beginning
of what should be the
middle
undaunted
even fueled
by the false start of the
past.
Eyes squarely on the
present
arms open,
stretched
waiting to collapse around the
future
until it
sidles up next to me…
rubs itself against my shoulder, my thigh…
lies naked beneath my stockpiled anticipation
until…
until
I can live it to pieces…
It’s Official…I’m Free
Yesterday was the best day of my new life. My divorce was finalized. My name was restored to me and given to my children as well. Those of you who have read at least a handful of my poems know enough about my life to understand that this was the moment I had prayed for, waited for, and fought for. So, I drove home after court and what was the first thing I did after being greeted in the driveway by high-fives and whoops and hollers from my children? I grabbed a tube of lipstick and wrote “Just Got Divorced” on the rear window of my van. It took another 2 tubes to get the side windows done and it was worth it! All day, I got horn blows, waves, smiles, laughs, congratulations, thumbs up, and even had a few people take pictures of my van as I drove by. All in all, it was an awesome day that I can’t imagine I will ever forget no matter how old I live to be. It was a long time coming and had a bigger impact on me than I had even anticipated. I mean, I knew it would be good, but I didn’t know it would feel that good. I still haven’t stopped smiling! From my Wild Heart to yours! Love you all much!
Are You Sure?
Life has made me a warrior.
Are you sure you want to battle me?
My arsenal is a secret.
My strength is not my own,
so extreme.
My stamina…
Well, you don’t want to go there.
I am a warrior
and I’m coming out
with all barrels blazing.
I’ve set my sights on you…
Are you sure you want to battle me?
One more dedication to my friend, Shane. You are a warrior, a proven warrior. Fight... Much love!
Demon Drag
You drag me under
Drag me away
My lifted spirit
Is gasoline to your philosophy
Light a fire,
Light it…
Singe me
I’m covered in Blood, His
Chase me around
Chase me down
My speed entombs your ambition
In gusts of dead bug dust
Run fast,
Run faster…
Seize me
I’m covered in Blood, His
Push me under
Pull me down…
I am dedicatng this to Shane, one of my favorite bloggers. You will rise again...you can't be kept under!
Game Over!
Monopolize the board
life is just a game, right?
To hear you tell it
you’re the Baron of Boardwalk…
I’m the beggar on Baltic Ave.
Whores on all 4 corners,
rolling doubles…
yeah, you get around.
Circling the board
chasing Chance cards
never bothering to
flip the Treasure Chest
in your hand.
Your mind is on the game.
It’s all a game,
expecting Luxury
with no Tax.
Never wanting to be the banker,
more fun to dip your hand
where it doesn’t belong.
It’s part of your game…
your rules, right?
Take a walk to the yellow side of town
printing counterfeit
Get Out of Jail cards.
Fake…
always been a fake.
Back to Start
nothing to collect
Game Over!
SHUT UP
Spinning wheels
talking heads
using words as shields
or bullets
depends on who’s talking
and who’s listening
wasting the gift
with pork rind words
flavored puffs of nothing…
no substance…
fear fabricators
woe whisperers
stalkers
seeking only
to cripple
to muzzle
to control…
ah control, that’s the one…
Talking heads…
sheep getting trampled
under spinning wheels
because they believe.
BLOW
You are the Roman candle
in my hand
blasting fireworks into
the crisp New Year’s Eve air.
You blow my expectations,
my perceptions into a
pyrotechnic pinwheel parade.
You blow my hesitations,
my rationalizations into
revealing rainbow rockets.
You make me squeal at the
force of your
freestyle firecracker fusions
and you shake me a little
each time you shoot a
shower symphony of
starburst sparklers.
You light me up from within
but it can’t stay there.
The proof is written in the sky.
Have I told you lately? …
You blow my mind.
