Living Memorial

Planets aligned like mine  
At a different time  
Same…inclination(s)  
   
Tour guide  
Life guide  
   
When I thought  
Spirituality    
Belonged…elsewhere    
   
Your patience  
Kindness  
Acceptance  
Encouragement  
   
Showed me  
That celestial unity  
Community
Spirituality
Resides on a    
Much lower plane  
   
I couldn’t be more  
Grateful  
That you reached    
Out to me  
From DUP  
   
My found family    
   
Ahavati, I know  
You would never judge this  
As a winner  
Although I believe    
That’s    
What you are  
   
My Northern Star

“All of you ladies out there  
Turn up your radios  
I’m about to tell you something  
You may want to know  
   
You know things    
They’re not always what they    
Appear to be…”  
Listen real close    
So you can see what I see  
   
A romantic at heart  
He will sweep you off your feet  
I know, I know, it’s hard to believe  
But trust me  
I wouldn’t steer you wrong  
Take it from me  
A world worn, love weary traveler  
I’ve had my share of relationship-defeat  
Here’s always there  
To wipe away my tears and listen to me  
You see…  
My friend Billy  
Can see  
Directly into your heart  
Hold out his hand  
And help you cross over the jacket he’s laid at your feet  
Gallant, trustworthy and sweet  
He hides behind humor
Like some men do…

My friend Billy  
He’s the best  
And  
If you hurt him  
I will  
Hunt  
You  
Down  
   
   
   
Girl  
I gotta run    
‘Cuz he just saw this

On wings of gossamer, light and free,
a butterfly dances, wild and carefree.
Yet on its fragile, silken span,
a drop of blood, a crimson plan.

A delicate bead, so stark, so bright,
against the wings, a haunting sight.

In the garden’s hush,
where flowers bloom,
It flutters softly, dispelling gloom.

 
Soft touches of letters
building words
Lightning bolts
shaping phrases
Restarting
metamorphosis
Never too dark
to have a glimpse
of our shadows...

Laced with joy, sorrow and pain
her words
the map of an adventurous soul
take us to destinations
unknown

And I, my heart
travel weary and worn
find solace
in her ability
to confess
while professing
she will not
reveal all
leaving just a little
for us to wonder
if her stories are real
or just a tale
that's tall

I often wait
for her next trip
For the words
that will
take my mind
places exotic
and poetic

I long
to be wherever
she roams
through every time zone
to see the photos
she posts from her phone
to comment
and let her know
she may be far away
but she's not alone
then I'll happily be
one of the first
to welcome her home

Don't even
get me started
on her erotica
'cuz that woman can write

And then you'll
never get outta here...

Her ferocity
has been
the shield
for her fragility
My girl, Betty

Her talent oozes
drips right
off the page
as she applies
her makeup
to cover her
heart bruises
her body and words
weapons of destruction

sisters in solidarity
in this war of
love, lust and trust
some days it feels like
the end of us
but carry on
we must

The battlefield
strewn with bodies
battered and bloodied
her white flag torched

My girl, Betty
heart in tact
defeat scorched

Rises