The moonlight reflects
what the sun is too ashamed
to say directly
…hidden ones (6-8-6)…
blackness absorbs all light
but what of the colors within
that await to burst free?
…metaphor for life?…
candy crush saga
i can’t ‘clear all the jelly’
squares of frustration
…idols (6-8-6)…
gods who need human hands
to work their plans aren’t worth the
lip-service rendered them
…winter cleaning…
box in the corner
filled with things once sacred but
now a bunch of junk
…chutes and ladders (6-8-6)…
when dark heart rises and
light heart grows disinterested
down the spiral we go
…dumb luck, i guess (6-8-6)…
how have i managed to
live this long so deficient in
all the basic life skills?
…found my mutant super-hero power…
i can call the rain
all i have to do is start
to water my plants
…a darker current…
outer composure
hides roiling inner turmoil
calm ocean surface
…note to makers of expensive toys (6-8-6)…
wanted a new iPhone
turned into an iFiasco
bought cheap tracfone instead
…dark side of self-awareness (6-8-6)…
debilitating curse
aching desire to believe
certainty that i don’t
—
as i grow older, i’m learning that there is a vast chasm of difference between faith and belief. the former, i have in spades. the latter, not so much.
…nothing sends a chill down your spine faster…
walked through spider webs
excuse me while i freak out
like a little girl
—
so this happened. coworkers thought it was hilarious. i did not.
…dating advice…
careful of tall tales
spoken to impress a date
they’ll be remembered
…nature can be cool and weird sometimes…
sunshowers happen
when the gods laugh so hard they
cannot help but cry
—
driving through ocala national forest the other day. nothing but trees, beautiful blue sky, a few fluffy white clouds, and… rain?! florida weather is bizarre; sometimes in a good way.
…to my priestess (6-8-6)…
at initiation
you lit candles on the altar
showing me how to pray
upon elevation
you set my whole temple ablaze
calling the gods within
…we are trapped, we are liberated…
self-dissolution:
shadenfreude or compassion
you choose the method
—
the buddha showed us our options. in the end we all dissolve, but how that process unfolds is up to us. with each breath, each moment we create the causes that condition our next breath, our next moment. the trick then is to make good choices.
…horrific thought (6-8-6)…
has anyone studied
link between tennis elbow and
frequent masturbation?!
…didn’t anyone notice they were missing one? (6-8-6)…
driving down the highway
one lonely shoe on the shoulder
crying out for its mate
…sole possession…
your body is both
an instrument and temple
play and worship well
…let’s be clear (7-9-7)…
i do not have to take your
sexual harassment… not saying
i won’t… but i don’t HAVE to.
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*shrug* this is probably the one thing you won’t hear me complain about at work…
