I cheer weird
Arms, akimbo
Eyes, alight
Crazy-vocal vocal chords
People shush me
Wish to hush me
But they know who’s the go-to
When they wish for a true-blue friend
They know who to see
When, at the bottom of the deep blue sea
They need to believe again
Themselves, befriend
Inhibition-free, unapologetically
Cheerleader me
Your dreams — I scared youI remembered I went and read to her
Her Cinderella stories that ruined my mind
But made hers fly
I believed
My presence, my words, my faith
Held power
I was taught to believe,
And I damn well believed
Their poison would bring her back
She’d remember
Wake up
And fly back to me
“Believe”
A whisper to me in the mid of Night
Made my feet fly
I believed
I knew that this faith
Held power
Out the door
To his side
To tell of The story
How we need not fear
He’ll wake up
He’ll fly back to us
In each moment
It is said
Possibility lives, breathes and flies
I must play The Realist
And tell the Story
That holds power
You can’t claim
A single truth
Unless you first Believe
To you then, license inures
Hope wakes up
And flies back to you
Write their names in the sky
In blue and gold, forever scar the clouds
Let Them Believe
For when they believe you believe
They will seek all they are
And with an eagle’s eyes
Pick up Hope’s pen
When I walked blindly
As childhood will accomplish
My heart had Such wingsWhat delinquency
What shame to my guardian
My wayward carouse
What deserves your faith?
Who daily offers their proof?
In that garden, sow.
I know it is my unbelief
That keeps me in this loop
But as I touch the white fur fringe
Of his red velvet suit
I ask again a second time
For simply one small thing
The Ultra-Fantastic, Super-Fly, Retro Decoder Ring
I would watch this woman-girl
I noticed when it was that she looked helpless
She looked outward, upward maybe, but not on purpose
She’d settle then
Today, I saw her mocked
She saw it too, straight away
Who would do this, I wondered, she wondered
Hopeless-believers, we knew it was someone
Begging her to look inward
I would watch this woman
Is there a reason not to do this?
Is there a reason not to tear out my mind, haul it to sea, throw it to the deep?
What right has it had to do the same to my heart?
Day after day, year after year.
May it be my mission.
I see no reason not to do this.
I’ve been fed…I’ve thrived.
I’ve been dared…I’ve risen up.
I’ve been promised…I’ve….
“Indian Writings” – near Moab, Utah
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