A freeing, I imagine, is the gift we’d gift eachother
Leave the striving and othering to striving others grasping for some brass ring
Leave the grasping to the ocean waves that want more of the shore
A new ocean and eachother’s, I know…gold rings…free
Prison guard, freedom writer
Daring me, “Escape.”
Air mask at altitude
E•ter•nal•ly late
You talked of Boardwalk wood
Dirty scoundrel’s lies
I walked a catwalk strut
Good•bye•ing your eyes
Our story is not final, Yo
Our shame can take a seat
The last train car, in the back row
As Universe defeats
That rusted coupler is removed
By strength of warriors, we
Pain of ten lifetimes is soothed
Healed now, fruitful be
Too much stuff
You carry and keep too much stuffed inside you
This time around, I won’t carry it with you, love, I won’t!
I’ve a race car for heels, a skyrocketing soul
A heart built to withstand the truth
Hold on tight, study me, I have been set free
By my own hand — I’ve been set free!
Free to not compete with your garbage or ghosts or girlfriends
I thank God I know to no longer be content to clean your kitchen
This time around, I want your body and soul, stripped and ready
Willing to expunge the demons
Be condition-free, and the highest bidder is me
Baggage be for yesteryear
We’re older now, with fire-proof feet
Only sheer-will and brass goggles we’ll need
Take my hand, I’m leaving now, before the excuses become too loud again
I see noise in your heart spilling onto your counters
Yet life, you keep in your closet
Let it go
Let me closer
I’m leaving now
Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain
Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?
Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?
First, -wait, first- I told her,
Before we may take the obligatory walk,
During which you don a yoke, and then become free,
And I don a wintry coat with tundra boots, and am forced to reflect upon my sin,
First,
I must self-destruct
In a different lifetime, a wild storybook
Or a dragon's imagination
We knew love
Our footsteps, in perfect unison
Sword of some sort in hand
Caused commotion
I slept easily, you breathed free
Foreheads upward aimed
This liberated others
This is to say nothing, to reveal no secrets
Of our electric touch
Dragons won't tell
I feel the Fall air fading
Because June wants to be balmy today
And I wish it to be
I sense my warm heart willing
Because tomorrow I’ll be mid-life
And I plan to beat statistics and lies
I feel and I sense
Because I’ve a sixth sense
And I hope to be your poetry
Protecting
For far too long
I’ve been
Believing
My heart’s blind eyes
I am
Admitting
The scared soul’s mine
I’ll be
Defying
A pain-filled chain
I’m free
How the heat
Awakens us
Unfairly ’round midnight
Demanding
Be more
Want more
Until we can take it no more
Covers off
Masks off
Enshroudments be gone
Our skin will breathe
At 3am
We’ll rise by choice
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