alone is okay

when i’m

in a fog dreaming

with fish in the clouds,

scales grey

torn fins bleeding

red ink for the mist

to pen

pages of sin, and

alone is okay

when it

stains me within

but a light in a fog

makes my

timid bones snap,

fright my fish from the

clouds and

red ink draws a map, says

alone is despair

when you’re

in a fog screaming

with hands in the clouds,

skin burnt

sharp claws scheming

no ink for the mist

to pen

pages of light when

alone is okay

for a

soul without sight

but i’m lost in myself,

in my

fog, mist, ink, clouds

with my fish floating dead,

grey scales

fall on the crowd, say

alone is okay

when you’re

in a fog dreaming

despair on your hands and

the clouds

pale, deceiving

black ink for the mist

to spill

and betray, say

alone is okay,

alone is okay.

Listen to your song in stillness,

own the sound that beats inside,

kick off the dust of yesterday,

wing like an eagle to tomorrow.

Ladle out love in big scoops,

accept the winds of change

and ride them into the horizon.

Eavesdrop on heartfelt songs

of innocence reverberating,

uplift your questioning eyes

and seek your own advice

because others have not trod

your path scattered with

withered flowers and scars

of darkened corridors.

Stir laughter into your tears,

flow forth in lively colors,

speak your truths loudly.

Play with fire and flesh,

develop strength of spirit,

run swiftly into the future.

Remember who you were,

recognize who you are

and discover who you will be –

but above all, be yourself,

comfortable in your own skin.

Tango of shame

I am to blame

words carving

life slot starving

magic pluck

no such luck

dip into soft jar

weary hand from afar

widen the road

madness unload

stomp into ground

solution not found

naked words

hushed birds

molten breath

sudden death

skeletons strung

clotheslines flung

slice the wind

cover sin

tense echoes

lined in rows

no elbow room

certain doom

long reach

I beseech

infinite sky

let words fly

unhinge the strings

free thought rings.

Spun cerulean ribbons

woven in seaweed

aloneness of ocean

in sapphire heart

filled aqueous spaces

floated her gently

through sea storms.

THIS is not about dancing in a square pattern

THIS is not about 1-2-3 1-2-3

THIS is about four on the flour

and the beat of the music moving

your feet, your hips - your B-O-D-Y!

This is about Saturday nights at the Elgin Holiday Inn Express

and asking girls to dance, finishing one song and thanking the girl with a kiss on the cheek and then NEXT! Finding the next girl to go up to and ask her to dance!

Feet moving in some sort of fashion to some form of music

Flailing around to the beat of the music or up close and personal cheek to cheek and if you got lucky you got a number and a long slow kiss

Feet moving in some sort of fashion to some form of music

to engage with the pretties lined up in a row

Swirling through

indoors of my mind,

my eyes throw open

their exposed door,

paddle in lucidity

of the sea,

soar above cushion

of cottoned sky.

Walk inside my skull,

vulnerability exposed

for all to see

echoed mirror

of their existence.

Time stands still

for all eternity,

soul windows

float around my head,

gaze reducing me

to waning embers,

burning in need

for a glance at starlight.

I beg of you

please rest a while

in my minds eye

so I can tuck

you under

downy eyelashes.

When we were three

My twin sister and me

My mother brought us to class

To clumsy to dance, we fell on our ass

Just barely walking

Our instructor baulking

Deemed us too clumsy

Decreed we'd never plie gracefully

Mother hung her head in shame

Her girls would never achieve dancing fame

Now, like a permanent marker dress

I wear my clumsy legged mess

Not so stubborn, it seems

I let another's words bend my dreams

I'm tapping my toes to all the good I can do

Even when I trip over my own shoe!!!

Stillness captures my essence

alone, solitary in the sea of life

I don’t know where I’m going

nor do I care

as long as the peace surrounds me

wraps me in its embrace

baby waves lapping at my feet

lulling me into serenity

soothing me into forgetting

all my swells and whitecaps

helping me gaze

at the passage ahead

on the briny horizon

the soft sea colors

waiting for me

no emotional splashes

just rippling sounds

endless aqua expanse

promising me a home -

my happy place.

Clickity clack.

Skid. Stomp. Snap!

Tap, tap. Hop.

Clippity, clop.

Smack. Rap, tap.

Spin. Stamp. Slap.

Click, click. Snap.

Clickity clack.