Cosmic Collisions
We met in the stars
for a cosmic affair:
nebula kisses, kaleidoscopes,
deep, black hole center strokes,
every touch exploding new worlds
But a celestial canvas is bittersweet;
stars are most beautiful when they collide,
and looking up all I can see
are the infinite ways I hope to die
I love; therefore I ache
Because I want to be a person who you look at and decide I’m too decent for you to be so cruel to. That my passion for the little things, gentle beings, the abundant love in the universe will shine so bright that your pain, cruelty and manipulation don’t have power in my space. Maybe you have to fight fire with fire… Because love, my love, isn’t enough to quench your desire for destruction. This is where my pain lives – because I don’t just assume that you are mean and cruel and I’m a victim in the wake of your destruction, no. I sit there and think that I didn’t permeate enough kindness, love and grace through the situation; that I didn’t show you enough love to change your mind, change your heart.
Fly
“Do you trust me?” He asked
She said “yes” without blinking
“You shouldn’t” he said
“You spoke without thinking.”
Too late, she had jumped
Feet first, eyes closed
He couldn’t have saved her
He couldn’t have known
If she were someone else
She would need him to try;
He thought she would fall
But she knew she could fly.
Beauty of Grey
The way a leaping leaf lusts for the ground
Suspended in wind’s delicate sway
Like the dancing dust in fingers of light
You’ve shown me the beauty of grey
‘Cause the world isn’t black and white
And the little things are the largest
Letting you in was easy
Letting you go now is the hardest Continue reading
Good Grief
Last night you came to see me
At least I think it was you
I had a question burning
I needed to know the truth
At least I think it was you
I had a question burning
I needed to know the truth
Is it possible to swim in the waters of love
Without taking too much in?
Without taking too much in?
Is it possible to keep your head above tides
Without losing the will to swim?
Without losing the will to swim?
This Sentence
This sentence is afraid of going first. This sentence is non-gmo, gluten free, soy free, with no added sugar. This sentence was bullied by capital letters online. This sentence thinks you’re sexy. This sentence hurts when you read it. This sentence is exactly the same as the next one. That sentence lied. This sentence is punch-drunk in love. This sentence is black. Most people will never read this sentence. This sentence wants to see other people. This sentence is waiting for you at the narrow end of a dark ally with your nightmares in a dustbin bag. This sentence is six words long. Front to back is sentence this. This sentence is incomplete; without this other half. This sentence is Batman. This sentence has spicy, earthy notes with hints of fruit and salted caramel. This sentence doesn’t care what you think.
Falling’s for Fools
Oh, I must admit this
I’d wed you in an instant
I’d bear your sons
And give them sisters
Falling’s for fools,
I’m growing in love with you Continue reading
Mountain Dreamer
You ask where I’m going and I point to the hills
You want to know why I won’t stay
But when I show you the journey inside my heart
you turn your head away
My soul has a body, not the other way ‘round
Wisdom is not what you know
But we’re stuck together in a world apart
Where ‘how are you’ means ‘hello’ Continue reading
Seven Cups of Tea
I grew up in a home of rebel-academics, deep thinkers and psychologists. It isn’t uncommon for dinner table talk to linger on disassociative identity disorder, legalisation of marijuana and its effect on the informal economy, or my personal favourite; sex and sexuality. Zero “how was your day” or “how’s about them interest rates” conversation fodder for us. My 18th birthday card, given to me by my grandpa, included a hand-written summary of Gestalt psychology just below the “Happy birthday precious granddaughter” message the card-maker assumed would suffice. Continue reading
DON’T PANIC!
I really don’t like to drive. And if I’m honest, I don’t think people like me should be allowed to. But living in a large spread-out city with no decent public transport means I have to get over myself if I ever hope to leave my suburb. It’s not the actual driving that starts me up. I’ve had years of practice and I drive an automatic – a circus monkey could drive my car. It’s getting lost that gets me.
Some languages have built-in navigational constructs that train the brain into crafting a sense of direction. Their languages develop around geographic directions: east, west, north, and south. So, when they’re describing where something is they might say “it’s southeast of you”, rather than “it’s behind you on the left”. Continue reading
