my body is wracked by wants
sex, food, drugs etc
looking for that feel-good
but i dont think i’m listening, really
im interpreting a feeling as a craving
what it really wants is Love, from me
Have i ever truly accepted that i am here
in this body? it tries to remind me
with aches and pangs. hey im here
it seems to say. as if imploring my spirit
to come, sit, stay
It was my aunts house
In Shiloh Illinois
Climbing the stairs
That were never there
But always only here
The men came up to me
Said Andre was gone.
I called him before I realized
They don’t know him
20200404
In April, we poem
i did not let my body move
i would not let my mind remember
i could not let my heart love
i have not let my spirit surrender
my awkwardness kept me from sports
my chest grew anyway
so i was teased about my breasts
which i tried to hide away
cornered too many times
by my girlfriends to whom i lied
in order to avoid regret
i quickly learned how to forget
She broke the bond built the wall
severed the cord between us all
what else could i do, what else could i know
so my own heartwall did grow
craving all that i denied myself
strenghth in body mind, and love
my will invented stories
i could not believe, nor prove
i did not let my body move
i would not let my mind remember
i could not let my heart love
i have not let my spirit surrender
now in the middle of my lifes summer heat
shut out into the desert i made myself
dried up date and burning meat
she’s sat outside my walls for years
waiting for me to ope my gate
turn the crank and grease the gears
i tell her i’m trying to release
to open, to love, to grow
to learn who i am and find that peace
accept that I am whole, complete
to claim my inner dragon beast
to love the me i finally meet
afraid she’s about to give up
desert her post, abandon me, walk away
spill the wine, smash the cup
i did not let my body move
i would not let my mind remember
i could not let my heart love
i have not let my spirit surrender
now i shed my scales, drop my armor
my bloody sword clatters on the stones
time to pick up my self, my amor
listen to my deepest tones
time to run up the stairs,
from the bottommost chamber
open the cage, lay heart out bare
time to own my title, Sir
i love my body, and so it moves
i love my mind, and all remember
i love my heart, and so grows love
and to God above i surrender
20190426
global poetry writing month asks for repetition,
imaginary garden asked for rebirth
global poetry writing month asks for repetition
there is a me in here
… (somewhere)
between the mind, the ego, the inner child
those are the bricks. i’m looking for the house
20180129
At first, so enthralled, I could not see
Naught but her form, shape,
The smallness of her toes, waist, nose
The fullness of her hips
The curve and sway of her breasts
Now with so much shared
Like rivers passed their confluence
Those delights are more distant now
I delight in her music, the song of her life
From here I can barely see
the form of her poetry
This meaty ham-fisted house
Was not my home, no
Though long I lived within
ne’er lion, more timrous mouse
Despite me, Grown
Habitrail still caged within
The cage confessed
Within my breast
It’s gates torn asunder
with sweet sorrow
I’ll line my nest
Compassion, wonder
20170319
Inspired by an excellent poet Magaly, and posted on Brendan’s deep, significant, thoughtful challenge at Imaginary Garden, with Real Toads
i want to be naked in the winter
so i build a big box that is warm inside
and there i go to hide, and dream of being free
as my soul is in my body
so my body is in my car
clearly, it is me who is driving
the inmost matryoshka is the biggest
20170105
My heart is a shaman
The body is the vessel of worship
For you
For me
For one
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