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Grandma sold mother
She was only a child
When she mothered
Another’s children

Grandma sold mother
To her father
To mother children
His lover couldn’t

Mother was alone
From the day
God breathed life
Into full nostrils

Building a legacy
With cast offs
Only Beautiful Shards
Sharp mosaic tiles

It wasn’t much
But always clean
She had nothing
But gave everything

So that I can have
the self-respect
Not to visit her
At Christmas.
I can’t stop crying. The facts are messy. She gave so much, so that I can have what she didn’t. She put me in places to become who she wished she could be, and succeeded in completely upending a legacy of poverty, and criminality.  How to preserve a relationship that threatens to unravel the work of a lifetime? Soft humans are fragile. What am I made of? How does this stuff age? Does this soft stuff brittle and shatter? Harden and densify? Crystalize?
Please don’t arouse
my anger
I don’t know
what I’ll do
If you threaten
My children
I might
Decapitate you

Please don’t arouse
My anger
Stay on
my Good side
Friend
If you arouse
My anger
It may mean
Your end
The noun love is one of the strongest things a person can possesses. Love is rivaled by few other emotions, anger being one. God forgive me for what I may do, if someone harms one of my children.
~
Restless traveler
sit still,
and look pretty
under the apple tree

the interconnection,
your milligram smile,
best in motion,
you run with honey

you pond and stream,
rivers in your mouth,
the deep taste of survival,
so few will remain, after
the pollinator

with dizzy spells in flight,
a promise flits away
from your swear jar,
you and your wings
mean more to me
than milestones
of osmosis

But is it me
you'll really miss?

~
i told him when he asked about dinner
with his sister
we laughed and the wind blew things
away
 Feb 19 London Paris
SCHEDAR
Lost is she
in the shade
beneath a tree

All chaos
left behind
she is free to
change
her mind
 Feb 19 London Paris
Kaiden
So close,
Yet so far.
It cannot be defined,
Nor fully felt.
You're always trapped.
No matter what you do, you're never fully free.
 Feb 19 London Paris
JRF
Shuttering

The curtains are closing
in my mind
Shuttering.

The performance
has ended and so spectacularly
It was quite a show
Explosions and
fireworks and such
Such
A mess
Am I
I am, I am.
Daily, I work so hard
To be straight,
Perfect.
To need not.
But daily, I am reminded
Of how crooked I am;
Abundantly needy.
Quiet your mind and you may find
peace in such stillness.
Your life feels like chaos when
the music drowns out any possibility of
silence inside.
How can you even think with lyrics of
mesmerizing dandelions
clanging through your consciousness?
From the left and right
distractions dissect your attention.
Why is it so hard
to turn off the music?
Silence is scary—
a frightening thing to befriend.
Some fear the dark, yet
you fear the quiet.
I wrote this with music at full blast
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