Thursday, October 27, 2011

it's about time

can I be wrong?
maybe this is a conversation
stretching text across every silence
listening to every restless turn of meaning
but the moon is gone now
and the clouds are not as warm as to hold as I dreamed they might be
I tried to tell you, I would lie to save you
pushing the tides back against your peeling flesh
with every word I knew
with the look in my eyes
with the beat of my heart 
as I set my soul on fire 
and dance with my arms wrapped around deaths hollow shoulders
that I feel right now 
how much this is. 

Monday, October 24, 2011

The best seats in heaven

One look at the night sky
                             at all that light
                          scattered across spaces
              bigger than you can begin to imagine
   And I Believe.
                         I believe there is a God,
                                            he has a plan,
                                               and it is beautiful,
                                                           and this is it.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Odd Cowgirls get the blues

but we also get the oranges, the greens the pinks and.., you get the idea no?
Ready to jump on the rainbows back
tuck it under our belts and ride it all out
words like hoofbeats kicking dust in our eyes
because we don't want to be like those other girls
denying the war we all feel.
leave the counting for the sleepers, this is frontier here,
Why don't we grow up?
it's hard to come down from the sway of the elephants back underneath us.
              when do cowboys become cowmen?

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Even Cowgirls

Grabbing the bull by both horns
everything you want and exactly what you don't
wrapped up together, skin tight in a tantalizing temptation of you.
Excited by the smell of fear, if the rumours are true
if the cow could jump over the moon, just as she slips over our horizen .
 maybe it's bull, but jump on board
and ride it or let it ride you.

Saturday, October 8, 2011


The Goddess takes my face in her hands
And tenderly turns me back, head on
into the wind.

"You don't have to worry about the weather" she whispers,
        placing the beating heart of life into my own two hands
             "or anything
                for that matter".