I used to see tragedies
as God’s way of getting back at me
maybe because I was an accident, black, or a bastard seed
and as I grew not mattering, combative, and stacking up casualties
but now I see a Masterpiece
two mystics and mystical misfits mythically matching matter with mastery
the mystery is magically-
woven in the crafted tapestry
and as it so happens,
Love is the fantastically fashioned fabric that fits us Naturally
Mid-Air
hovering between world’s
I pondered the depths of sky
and as the sun shown
heating the risen land
to which was stood
much came forth
by time the feet cooled
at moon’s sighting
before there was Now
the snow came unexpectedly
but we made do
and we noticed for the first time
we had a fireplace
to which we have
the snow to blame
Erect Your Spine
the flood came last
lo, foundation lost
the backbone bent
a temple’s collapsed pillars
shocks felt through the kingdom
the beginning of a civilization lost
and the air shallow
the quickening intakes quaked the constitution
confusion
the flood overtook land
animals ran about unchecked
equilibrium as extinct,
as the land before time
forces from below overwhelmed
taking over the empire
only instinct could save one
the throne usurped
doorways closed
hallways submerged
invertebrates siphoned vitality
ruins became legacy,
for generations
to a dismembered civilization
and as ages passed
time forgot
but seekers sought
waters receded
creepy crawlers swarmed the land
and over old pillars
an archaic memory made of legends
ran rampant by creatures of the ground
solar energy barely able to penetrate the infestation
and meet the ocean of mud
where lotuses waited for renewal
a life force hearing a call to awakening
a legacy, all but lost
now remembering its kingdom
though for now, unrecognizable
still any piece of peace found
can be salvaged
but first
one must restore the pillars
after which,
everything else will come forth
Measured Breaths
the toll
of my very breath
upon my heart
pains me to death
or at least,
the desire for it
if not just
too dangerously close a curious fantasy
and Still
that which I thought I was
I am
unbecoming
my thoughts exactly
I am
unbecoming
but this is cause for
celebration
because this is not destruction
there is order promised by chaos
and that which I
understand my Self to be
I will be
therefore I am
still becoming