You don't need defending

You don't need protecting

You don't need correcting

You don't need counseling

You're larger than my mind

You're not dependent on my art

You're always working

You're agenda is not my own

There is no job too big for you

There is no person too much for you

There is no feat you did not accomplish first

There is no one who can stop you

You're never too far to reach

You're always available to talk

You're full of all the answers

You're continuously pouring out

You don't need adoration

You don't need attention

You don't need me, yet you called

I never knew how much I needed you

YHWH

Four blue bars triangularly set

With a parralal bar to the crib

Chiming, crinkling, raddling

Stout little hands grasp and tamper

Delightful sounds

Squealing and coos

Interchangeable links

Of various colors

Allow for different combinations

Each day a new opportunity

To squeeze and flail

Cuddled into a chrysalis

A toasty, soft burrito

The puffy, fleece throw

With a long blanket boa

Guide me as my eyelids touch

And make my brain into mush

I quickly enter into a dream

Where everything is black

It’s a thick, enveloped

Caring caress

It’s a curled and covered

Casted ball

It’s caught me with it's

Calming effect

It has me feeling

Completely complete

I’m awoken by a brisk alarm

The crispness of it shakes me

But the tenderness of my time asleep

Made my morning just as deep

The feeling of a budding tulip in my chest

Youthful yearning finally being put to rest

I thought I had entered the perfect gale

The wind was pushing through my sail

To guide me to financial freedom

My husband and I would be free to run

Away from our mother nest

But the budding tulip was addressed

And my patience was put to the test

The pay I was told I would receive

Was only just a dream

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Her mind is a tree that is in the air

The air does not give her branches anything to grasp onto

So the act of grasping is her belief

She takes every opportunity to listen to the free radicals and particles

They react varyingly with her bark

And create small changes in her flora

As emotions are used to weigh whether they are toxic or not

She’s free floating fantastic

Like the unhinged astronaut in the deep void of space

She’s free to see every planet and touch every star

But her oxygen tank is emptying with every borrowed breath

Her roots are grasping down as her branches grasp up

Desperately trying to grab because they are both hungry

The air is an open ocean of endless potential

But it lacks physical sustenance

As she fills with air it takes away her insides

Flake after flake

The outer flesh is complete and pristine

But the inside is still as famished as it began

And it keeps her from being completely satisfied for longer than a gasp

She’s struggling internally

The act of grasping is good and she loves knowledge

But the nourishing and tangible ground is right underneath her

And she doesn’t want anything to do with it

So her tree starves and stops functioning properly

And uses the next best fuel

Left normally in reserve as supplementary

Pleasure

Until nothing good can be felt anymore

And the bitter fumes are all she’s left with

Until her agonized end and her paper thin outside dissipates

And the air completely consumes her

The poet is sometimes found

deep inside their own rear

and I assure you the smell of their words

is not that hard to hear

Have you noticed novice poetry?

I certainly have

I'm a novice myself

and sometimes I make me gag

The nothingness garbled

in words on a page

meant to exude reverberations

But more often these rumbles

lead straight to my throat

they get tangled

with purposelessness

and just noise

The rhythms, mechanics

to say something? What?

spit it out! but please

if you can help it

don't vomit

I crave something deeper

can we try to listen?

sometimes all that's there

is a shallow feeling

Indignant and fussy

Perked and fluffed hussy

a touch to the fur

is swatted abruptly

Strutting with confidence

and lion majesty

a wild animal entrapped

in a cozy body

But not cozy enough

to give any affection

only good to observe

from a safe distance

As a tail dashes around

from side to side

watching a window

wanting to go outside

the animal that is not my enemy

the animal that exists independently

White Bengal tiger

With majesty bred

Monochrome love

For human consumption

Unnatural Cats

Once naturally wild

Stop the inbreeding

For the sake of the tigers

My mate is my sister

Her mate is her father

Cleft pallet? Defections?

Still pretty, why bother?

What is pleasing to see

Won’t be pleased to know

The reason they’re here

Is for humans alone