I Write to Get the Darkness Out

I write to get the darkness out

So the light can reach me

In the dimmest places 

And bring me

Understanding

Acceptance 

Hope 

Joy

I don’t Shine this way 

Because I only pray to

Apollo 

The Sun

Happiness

I need the Mess

The Chaos

The Moon 

Mother Mary

I need those

Too

I’ll Simplify Life

The depth of my soul 

Holds more value than gold

I’m not letting go

Til I die 

I’ll simplify life 

Til I hear eagles fly 

Til the sound of my breath 

Makes me cry 

And I’ll breathe it all in 

Yes I’ll start once again 

I’ll remember once more 

Who I am

Who I am 

A Fragile Beauty

A fragile beauty

Nothing here’s for free 

She waits on her knees

With silk thread for wings

This life makes

Little room for dreams 

But they keep her alive 

They’re all she ever sees 

And still the sky falls down 

All around 

When it rains it pours 

A thousand dirty pounds 

A dreamer til the end 

But this life is so much heavier 

Than it seems 

And so she dances 

She dances to break free 

And she sings just to be 

Who she was meant to be 

Hipnic X

Star of the sea 

She came to me

In my dreams, lord

In my dreams 

She sang to me

And split the pain 

Down to the core 

Where peace remains 

A tethered rope 

Pulls me along 

On song and sound 

On painted clouds 

Deep in the woods 

She waits for me

Along the coast 

Upon the seas 

I will go each year 

In May 

To sing and laugh 

To dance and pray 

I Filled the Grave

I filled the grave 

With blackened earth 

That empty space 

That used to hurt 

The hole I filled 

With my own soul 

Grew seeds to tend 

And maize to hull 

I set the shovel 

Down for good 

This time around 

I knew I could 

As my garden 

Came to life 

My earthly soul

Began to rise 

I saw the truth 

With my own eyes 

That rests between 

The earth and sky 

Homeless Woman

The searching eyes 

Of connection 

Where does she 

Recognize 

Her own 

Homeless 

without a tether

Free as a feather

But so

Alone 

Doesn’t matter

What she does 

Or what 

She doesn’t 

Invisible to 

Our eyes

She floats thru 

Life 

A beggar 

But a Queen

To her own 

Throne 

Morrison inspires

His body’s gone 

But his soul remains 

A butterfly 

On painted waves 

Of sound and space 

By words of grace 

They linger here

In every trace 

Of every face 

Of this human race