Friday, June 13, 2014

How You And I Became We





I saw you walking
by Donald Hall
Carrying Bill Murray's golf shoes
You bought on Ebay
I remembered how you
Used to sing Royals
Drunk on Bud Light with lime
You loved the attention
The crowd really responded to you
You talked of past lives and gurus
I could tell how you worshipped him
And his Crazy Wisdom
You were materialistic
Even spiritually
And I never felt good enough
But I kept on
And tried to keep up
I'm a lover
And you seemed to like
MMA fighters
Bipolar RnB singers
And running
While a brisk walk
Was like mountain climbing for me
And my rhymes were brilliant
If it were 1980
I sang you oldies
And breakup songs
And promised to always remind you
Asked Where you'd been
Whenever I couldn't find you
Walked intentionally beside you
Never in front of or behind you
I was determined to help you manifest
Your inner Goddess
I named our children in my dreams
Our rainbow tribe football team
We were architects of container houses
I teased you for wearing matching blouses
With your BFF
Asked you to Save The Last Dance for me
Or even just room and let you be free
We joked about almost kissing
Like the couples on the covers
Of Nicholas Sparks novels
I wanted you badly
But tried not to grovel
Pretended to keep it gangsta
But I knew that I was
Hopelessly devoted to you
I wanted to memorize you
Chapter and verse
Quote you like a sonnet
I watched you like a stalker
So I could accidentally run into you
I imagined spells
Listened to all the stories you had to tell
I made you love me
And hoped it would last forever

Friday, June 6, 2014

Lingering While Crossing At Fords






When she walks on the shore
She fantasizes about the freedom
Of life as a river

When she is swept away
She shows no visible signs of fear
But something of the familiar
Always calls her back

She doesn't realize
What she sees with her eyes
is more real to her
Maybe even more important
Than the reality that awaits downstream

It doesn't stay where it is either
It is always moving out toward
It's own oceans while missing her merger
The distractions occupy her mind so well
She has no idea that what she really wants is drifting away

She is intimate with everything
Except herself
She is a follower princess
With Goddess Queen imprisoned behind
The bars of her duality

It isn't and it won't be
Until she approaches life integratedly
She's bored with her limited understanding of Self
And dresses herself in the limited understanding of others

She is duty, responsibility, and merit
She doesn't realize she dangles her own carrots
Maybe she likes it that way
Searching for her fantasy of Christian Grey
Approaching but never quite reaching
But I'm grateful for all she is teaching