often we do the things we have yet to do
what started off in our mind
was still lived
just not expressed
I watched you
I went to a stall
my only privacy
from the things that pry at me
compartmentalizing-
what has already died in me
what stays alive in me,
and the things that continue to die in me
all three which disguises me
but I cried
inside of my stalled hide N seek
because you spoke a truth so potent
and sacred
that only emotions could respond
for the lack of what any words could begin to convey
I saw your pain
I was your pain
I am your pain
I ‘feeeeeel’ your pain
often looking for those with exact experiences just to decompress
but the contrast is what offers the most healing
how else can differences blend
mend
then amend
making amends
that no longer depend
to depend
with the need to defend
or pretend
but rather ascend
because all, tends to end
and then, begin
acquaintanceship, relationship, and friendship
narrated by-
a whole hearted, spiritual, and soulful shaking of hands
a knowing,
where gender age and color bear no relevance
only the correspondence between stars and earth
as above
so below
so-to-speak,
journeying highs and lows
like a ship embracing the waves of the sea
we all communed
knowing that it was life we felt
and life we sought
situations losing the need of mirrored pain
because as I recognized your story
I saw mine
possible generations gender and geographics between us
and still you reached me
because we went to the same place
and wrote it out
finding freedom,
in moments we were once prisoners of
truth is like a schadenfreude
sadist
and masochist
truth is also liberating
beautiful
and purposeful
making us all free within it
in our own dualistic ways I suppose
today,
truth made a warrior cry
I’m almost beyond the shame of it all
whether a Jewish 13 year old girl hiding to live
ultimately dying because who she was
in my own way…
I get it Anne Frank
and maybe, I didn’t just cry for me
nor just for you
but for us
us that hide to survive
and still feel fated for death
without a full chance at life
that’s been my feeling for 32 years
living your years twice
before I found the courage to write my truth
in the midst of my fear and pain
that you had discovered at only 13
symbolically, 13 was supposed to free my people too
but you know as good as anyone
freedom is more than documentation
but the people you freed in your departure
because the unlikely courage you found fleeing genocide
has spanned across the globe
and now I too, share your spirit
here in America,
one of many disciples of you, Anne Frank
the Original Freedom Writer
Spirit
Jubilant Bridge
she’s so much a light-
she causes me death,
so that I may live.
she causes me love,
so I can embrace my fears.
she causes me breath,
in this way I can breathe.
she’s cause and effect, connected
what couldn’t I reach?
now what more,
could I need?
Let There Be Sight
I used to feel
unseen
now what I feel, is
unseen
truth feelings revealed-
through seeing, the unseen
by feeling, the unseen
where no feelings, go unseen
nor feeling, unseen
because feeling, is seeing
though feeling, remains unseen
until you,
EXPRESS YOURSELF!
and none will be left blind in your wake
Wiseman said, ‘Things’
‘things’ you chase-
already behind you
believing free from past
creating new one-
each moment
so that you chase-
already behind you,
if you try keeping up-
with yesterday
tomorrow will be today,
but long as you go-
forth,
there can be no ‘thing’-
beyond your reach
besides,
all it ever was behind you-
were just ‘things’
Picture Perfect
Picturing Pictures within a Picture-
though the Big Picture, never alludes me,
smaller Parts working in tandem for something bigger
blending instead of blaring
balance
a heightened idea of the whole,
or the collective sacrificed for
Piecing Peaceful images Posed inside Paradigms of Perimeters-
seeing you, eases all I go through inside,
Prosperity…
Picturing Peace…
Pictured Pieces of-
Punishment and Pain,
Power and Potentiality,
Promises and Possibilities,
Patience and Perseverance,
Process and Progress,
Paradoxes and Paragons,
Pythagorean Perceptions and Poignant Postures
Poetic Perspectives and Philosophical Prose-
I see you in every aspect of life,
Perfection and Purpose-
Perusing with Precision Paralleling your Path
you are a sight to be seen
you are,
Picture Perfect!
Bird Drawn
your words paint my disposition
my intuition is spirit driven
you give my spirit vision
you transcend all my fences
you blend then bend division
and reap endless fruition
your grace makes amends with tension
I seek your light and permission
I see a life forgiven
I read the signs you give me
and even scribe you with them
you help contrive a rhythm
I once disguised with venom
so I could hide from critics…
um, I think life’s a riddle
soooo sight is fickle
and time will trickle
like sun shinning on some hanging ice that sickled
understanding oneness, duality, and the trinity while still trying to arrive at middle
my mind writes you scribbled
you keep my mind in ribbons
you peak my mind’s eye attention
so I can fly suspended
to higher heights of livin’
and untimed dimensions
I once one sidedly sighed, was fiction
from one mind and one side of vision
beyond the mind bind of needing a Christ that risen inside religion
I’m freer with a piece of mind that lives and dies in the minutes
hopefully fated ties, place me at your side, forming the very light we were assigned since the beginning
with the skies as our witness
as we fly, drawn before time, disguised within limits