Abundance

an abundance of towels
Abundance paper mâchéed with hundreds, the money of peasants
the presents of peasants
pheasants, feathers, peacocks, sequined, majestic birds take flight
soaring, swarming, flying through space
the luxury to waste such precious moments
to not be present

winged in abundance
fabrics, mixed metals, stilettos of all colors
a waterfall or water feature, which is a basic need
when your carpet is cash, your wallpaper coins
your furniture upholstered with deeds to castles
chateaux of the old world, enriching your new world
where you reign as sovereign to your body, your shrine, your temple, your hive

to busting your ass on the streets
so you can sleep in golden honeyed hexagonal sheets of 1000 ply Egyptian thread cotton passed down by godmother Cleopatra
the Queen of Kings
the Queen of gods
Bless Her
Her art withstands; respect long gone
but who gives a shit when you own all the johns
all the drones in the palm of a powerful hand
whose primary task is keeping a firm grasp on a bejewelled scepter
the other hand housing the nectar
a salty heap of caviar
the offspring of thousands of women who offered themselves as sacrifice to the great god Independence

queenbee

If I wasn’t afraid of my body, I would:

If I wasn’t afraid of my body, I would:

paiting

I would wear shorts more often, bikinis, tight fitting clothing.

I would take more physical risks.

Jumping. Flying. Falling.

I would walk around naked in my living room, sleep naked under the moon
(if it wasn’t too cold)

Tan parts that have never met the sun.

I would eat and drink strange and unusual things; things my body rejects.

Things my mirror rejects.

Things my self rejects and society rejects.

Stand Up For Love

This is a poem that just came to me about a year ago. I started writing it down on the plane to TX last Thanksgiving and then found it again on the trip back from TX and finished it. It’s sort of a weird rhyme scheme but anyway, here it is!

What if today is just a hurdle,
All these life lessons I must learn’ll
Help me see that what’s eternal
Isn’t the yesses and nos
Or the ribbons and bows
We pay plenty of dough
To dress up this mess
We call “success”
When all it is is accessories
To help us ease the pain
Please the mainstream
Is there really any gain
In tit for that, this not that
Measuring happiness in things that’ll disappear
To bring us cheer
When we can see so clearly
That material supplies will soon run out
Without out a doubt
Then where will we turn
When technology can’t hear us shout or cry
Can’t dry our eyes
We compromise
Fall for Hatred’s disguise and lies
He tries to bring us down
Make us polish His crown
But the overwhelming need for love will resound
Louder and stronger, truer and longer, right over wrong
Our true lifesong
Is to love and do so without boundaries
Can we please
Take on this task together
No matter the weather
Whether shine or rain
We can ease the pain
Put ourselves on the shelf
Forget the personal gain
And train to give love
Selflessly, ceaselessly,
Easily, endlessly
Don’t pretend to not see
That there’s good in all
Despite the flaws
There’s not a blemish big enough
To hide the law
To love, not hate
It’s not outdated
Or overcomplicated
It’s rated as the number one healer of the jaded
The giver of life, answer to strife
A quick emergency exit when the world feels
Stiffling, Trifling
To love and be loved gives us a tune to sing
It’s soon to bring
The lows back to highs
Clear clouds from the skies
Turn hurdles into pebbles
Make smiles of sighs
Help us realize
That the trials from today
Are pebbles paving the way
For us to rise above
And stand up for love.