Wanting to look
More deep into her eyes
Wanting this thing
More than breathing
Wanting to calm
What stutter-stops his voice
Wanting to know
What does he want
Enter into conversation
She will be your song
Enter into understanding
He will prove myth wrong
Wondering how I am passing the time?
Living down your calamity, I
Why?
How dare declare it, you
Love?
Stealing songs as promises
Recall?
The rest of my life, and what am I doing?
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
Pendulum swung
Centuries of scores becoming evened
So terribly many words for disclosure’s sake
Too many words to hear
And, I, of all people
The victim of generations of silence
Of crowds who couldn’t speak
Now feeling deafened

Presently
This is not your life
Dense grey looming in the west
Liars encroaching from the south
Meanwhile
Keeping it all at bay
Flowers bloom within
Self-talk sounds as angels wings
Something about 6 thirty
A.M.
Coffee calling
Birds beckoning
You
Something about 10 minutes
Absent-mindedly
Clutching comfort
Begin burning
Me
Song at the ready
Matchstick in hand
In harmony
Afire for it
We
Song I wanna send
To ears these lips cannot reach
Talkin’ about heav’n
Every moment spent on edge
Feeling on the fringe
Shouting matches in our minds
Calm asks where we’ve been
Know there is a fix for this
Truly, there’s a path
Go to your knees, finally
Seek His face and ask
Should we leave
Into the ministry unknown
Fine day or misty
Knowing
Our thrill lies there
Fearing
Sediment building here
As brain fog
As ankle chains, of sorts
Hearts at risk, lives at stake
Apathy and anarchy abound
Should we stay
Doris, known to me
Classic, we women of yore
Allowing these men
Original Thought Credit: “To the woman, God said…he will rule over you.” Genesis 3:16
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