It's only real when you lose

It's unreal when you win

When I was young I had growing pains

Someone said I was just growing up too fast

When she says ,"can we be friends"

What she means can we forget the past

And I've found that where it breaks

Is where everything begins to bend

So if you dig me up from under the better part of me

Remember we once dug each other

She doesn’t ask permission,
she is the permission.
A wrist wrapped in studs,
a throat ringed in chain,
she leans into silence
like it owes her tribute.

One glove, mesh-veined,
catches the light
like a net cast for truth or trouble,
whichever bites first.

Her gaze?
Not invitation.
Not challenge.
Just gravity,
and you’re already falling.

She wears stillness
like a blade wears polish,
not for show,
but for the moment
you forget it cuts.

Bracelets clink like prophecy,
each pyramid a vow:
to never shrink,
to never soften,
to never be mistaken
for anything but sovereign.

She is the pause
before the bass drops,
the breath held
before the altar breaks.

And if you speak,
make it poetry.
She only listens
to what dares to echo.

For once
         I am
               truly
Standing
         on the
               sands of time
In the shadows that
        come casting down
                Where Joseph's ,
                 Jacob's and Moses's memory is bound

The air is
            warm
                as humidity allows
           buried in salt
              and sand the bones are endowed

Dare to breathe
           the eternal breath
                cast down
in perpetual death

Walk as one
         in cryptic thought
The allusional truths
         the secrets sought

One is moved
         by the power
               and awe
The things I considered
         from
                all that I saw