You won’t see me
Martini
Numbed, ever
Spirits
Drowning my demons, never
I walked from you
Champagne-free
Toasting, forever
Mock(ed) Margarita
Proud, untethered
Post-Victim Era
H2O-flasked
Glowed, better
Sweet Jesus-juiced
My senses, together
Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments
Tiny poems as pollen
Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life
Roguing now, she
Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still
So…this is our calling
The plan plotted long ago
And though you didn’t know
Victory assured
But each day, march nonetheless
There are seeds to sow
Amass the underdogs
Empower their voices
Send them on their way
Bid them go…we’ve no say-so
his harem and the hell of it
writing our hearts out
we
playing nice, polite, naïve
negligent, thus failing
sorrow shrouds our intrinsic prettiness
our intellect
O, Ego
His-n-Hers
God gave me this house
yellow, yes — at first glance
diffuse your gaze, step back and see
sentience walks these halls
juicy details of pain, love
striving, ceasing
success and victory
go or stay, either way
none of it’s yours to peruse
Chinks to our tin crowns
Unintended battlefields
Victorious, though
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
It’s not our fault, the night
Racing in to become the pace car to our heart rate
That it might conquer
Why weave these words, darkness, ’round our ankles?
Utterances we used to need to hear, that would have us walking tall?
I can’t say your name, but your number, I know
‘Til my last breath, I call you the liar you be
Your wishing to blackmail
Your attempt to bruise
Reality we now enjoy
Ask us to wrestle, and wrestle we will
For you have lost us
To flowers and fauna
Forever to smiles from friends
Again
And over again
I will gift you
Machine man, me
Eyes clear now
Future-ready
Take your Soldier hand
Study, journey with you
This trip around the Sun
We familia
I will gift you
Speed demon, victory
Bodies torqued
This skin, yours
Time trials completed
Finish line, Westward
This whispered promise
We checkered-flags
I will gift you
Sugar boy, pie
Feed you tenderly
Sing to you
In perfect pitch
Make a wish
This catch-me vision
We with lights on
Race on
For what choice do we have
Time neither ceasing
Nor waiting for us
Desiring to reach back
To grant wings to these feet
Hail thee, titans of victory
We made it to the day’s end
And in the morning
Pray, we shall, for safekeeping
To the comedy gods
This morning, it seems, these eyes sting of defeat
“Look harder,” the stormy air asks
“See clearly the calm, the victory now, here for the weary faithful.”
It was passive perhaps, to remain on the mat
Yet, that was The Way, way back then
Voracity and patience, be purposeful now
That the challenge of hope, the determined eyes
Shall be the reward, the brass ring
Just pick up your mat
Just see
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