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Exhibit
who I am at this moment
is a work of art
behold it
live it
own it
color
color
color
aspects of my pieces
peaceful pieces of me intersect
with your senses
this moment I am peace
the next, I am riot
revel in the balance at the core of my being
at this moment
you may only
capture me in this moment
then poet me free
because I live to rebel
my life is rebellion
paint me free
picture me free
believe me free
and you will see
and I will poet you a better version
of me
who I am in this moment
am
energy
am
frequency
am
sage
sagacious
sagacity
am
color
color
color
display disproportions
sound
light
am
am
am
I
you
am
me
am
us
am
we
I
I
I
us
now
ever
eternal
infinity
in one moment
art
talent
gift
present
now
bye.
Spiritual Creatures
passion has no form
preference
nor shame
it is constant heat
an overwhelming inferno
embodied in bodies
it just is
and just does
freely
without inhibition
…
and if her feminine spirit
became anamorphic
embodying a feline
she, a lioness
fully embracing leonine traits
purring
crawling on all fours to me
I wouldn’t wait another second until she arrived
my growl complimenting her sound
until a throaty roar was bellowed
as I’d become lion
and on my fours
meeting her half way
and the ground
beneath and between us
the Serengeti
where we once roamed
now a direction honed
a oneness now known
in-the jun-gle
the migh-ty jun-gle
no li-on sleeps
to-niiigghhtttt
Broken for the Broken
I don’t want to be healed
they need to be felt
I need someone to get that
and be for me,
what I cannot be for myself
besides in moments with you
because I am a beacon for them
take this burden
and bury worry
I can handle it
if you can handle me
but I’m asking too much
I rather you, offer
healing will end my art
confuse my heart
life is parts
parts of a whole
my parts are all holed
nothing I write is right
nor complete
words used wrong
sense unmade
there are holes
but in that
I find home
no more roam in one day
allow me to be my way
you will realize
I’m unbroken and unbreakable
in that I am broken
a physical state of being spoken
without words, knowing
The Better to Lure You With
the better I write
the more I may draw you
in
to me
you may draw me
or scribble
maybe even venture an outline
but art is art
you envisioned
and I was no longer transparent
I am tangible to you
obsessed with writing better
you may love me one day
they may love me better
outside of this
life is too nuanced
trying to decipher risk
when I’m as hyper as hyperbole
as introverted as hyperbolic
as uncertain as hypothesis
maybe my creativity can
create us
can
create freedom
can
create love
can
create acceptance
can
create wholeness
can
create healing
can
create sanity
can
you create with me?
Peekaboo
if you face your fears
you will see me
boo!
am I beautiful?
freedom is,
scary
but if I am not invisible
then you are brave!