today
you walked with a goddess.
did you tell her,
tell her, tell him
tell them.
born a sun
and we an idol worshipper-
tell em,
they can’t see themselves
the way we do.
Tag: Belonging
oak base
chances are
the me you knew yesterday
is gone;
shifted
learned something new experienced something different saw something
unique
he might still walk and breathe the same
the tree you walk past everyday
you wouldn’t notice it everyday
but a new leaf sprouted
founded
on yesterday
little red dream
she wishes from a washed brick balcony
stars too far to hear her
but her song still travels
paved with a milky trail of clouds
it might be all that’s left
she’ll never cease her song
until the day the stars reach their subtle ears
closer to her wolf proof balcony
she’ll be back the morrow
an the next
until the stars
are in her palms
standing river
just missing, this;
the solace of my bed
the warmth of your perfume
carries me
to treetops east of here
a better place,
i’ve seen it in cotton sheets
but never with brown eyes
hold- me
sedated
poison breath
days gone by
melting love
daily dose
hate when we curse at each otha’ (hey)
sedated with
dancing gods
filled with love
passion forth
just to sit and lie to each other (eh)
closed road from Tuesday-Tuesday
we ride for our own
we don’t take names
we don’t take statements
we take answers
pin them to the back of our bikes
just for show;
butterfly stroke
i feel you like water between my fingers
swimming inside you
breath being held for hours
this is my comfort place
stroke in motion
pool of clear water
in the backyard
you are home.
winnie; mad man
you taste like honey
in my memories you taste like honey
honey trust me i’ll be your pot
keep you safe
in all of our haste
everything we have faced
never stopped to put them in their place
it was all not a waste
attached at the waist
at your side i could never be erased
tell them all that i am that man
a lover a single dedicated brand
crowd pleaser one you always have to stan
i’ve been that man
this is the ground plan
i gave up being that madman
hidden quiz; makeup. on.
sometimes, this is difficult
to beg for answers
everthing is truly a test
but this should have been open book
games being played
answers written on your hand
and i can’t even see the scantron;
laid it down
you, the one in the gown
pride of the hometown
strutting, wearin’ that crown
not ready for that showdown
but this is that countdown
wear it on my chest, i’m that proper noun
but i’m the one that looks like a fucking clown.
the wanderer
the wanderer has no reflection
a boulder tumbling down a road
left bloody by her wife
wonderous by her mistress
alone by her husband
the wanderer has no reflection
they; walk
to find
something
a no name feeling
a response to a question
on a dotted line
written in invisible ink
revealed by
well
the wanderer doesn’t know
if you know
and you see the wanderer
on the road you avoid most
let her know
she misses her wife
Saint's Muse 