For the fire to rise


For the fire to rise one needs fuel

For the fire to burn one needs a tool

For the fire to know one needs one’s head

for the fire will burn until you are dead

For the fire to feel it has to start in the chest

so their fire is fake they hold to close to the vest

For the fire to be real the first burned is the last

for their fuel is them, they blow in the blast

Then their fire burns a signal broadcast

for the phoenix has come, fucking at last!

Today is a D day


Today is a D day,

the worst of all the kinds of days.

D days are death days,

when loved ones show us they won’t stay.

A true d day is a surprise D

the kind you didn’t see coming,

because this loved one ducked us and left us

and they affectively fucked us.

Because they weren’t supposed to die.

D days, true d days, separate the bigs from the smalls.

Because you either take it & accept it,

or their death beats us all.

D days aren’t a joke day

they are a horrifying ghost day

a blast from the past you wish blew up like a smoke day.

D days are personal and mostly likely not talked about

but if a human around you experiences a d day

be ok when they bow out.

Heart pain can kill us like this D day tries to show us

So strengthen the heart that has blown apart

And remember the d days with love,

so their heart may restart.

 

For N

 

 

 

 

 

transitions


If it weren’t for transitions, there would be no movement at all.

It’s with one foot in front of the other, or we don’t move, we crawl.

Eyes must be opened, if we would rather not fall.

Lessons are hard enough, trying to avoid the brick walls.

Watch out for those transitions from this world to the next.

They may blind you and leave you oh so perplexed.

Watch out for transitions that emotions bring on

They are your false friends tell them to move on.

Look instead to your feelings and be true to yourself.

Then every transition will lead to the true self.img_2122

feeling stress


I am feeling stress

am I at my best?

the stress is trying to hurt me.

I seek release

its the least I can do

to escape this excess worry.

Because fu*k, we know what worry get us in a hurry

So I release this stress by mouth and music

I sang and screamed, really and loudly.

I let it escape and closed the gate,

so the stress can’t find me

she said proudly.

 

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Anti-love holiday


Tis the season to be in love

with a ‘special’ someone

tis the season to be in love

with someone else’s someone

tis the season to be in love

with the only thing that hates you

tis the season to be in love

and not remotely understanding sacrifice

tis the season to be in love

so that others think that you have love

tis the season to show love

yet that l-word is really lust love

tis the season for that word love

and wonder if you truly know it

tis the season to be love

so just be love and show it

 

 

nope, nope, nope


Nope, you stay back now.

I’m not interested in what you have to say.

Nope, you stay back now.

You have to go away.

You tried to mislead me,

you used, and lied, right to me.

So, nope nope nope!

I say back away from me!

Recognize this trick.

This thing your mind can do.

Telling lies, it constantly messes with you.

So, silence your mind.

Be the boss of your thoughts.

So your nope becomes hope,

Using your mind, to be kind.

 

 

Lonely-ish, my way


Is there such a thing as being lonely ish,

I don’t mean just being alone?

Is there such thing as being visible,

yet wanting to be alone?

When I stare out my eyes,

it’s all loneliness I see.

I am in my house, I am all alone,

that’s lonely ish to me.

But, would I trade my freedom,

for someone else to say,

what goes on in my house, or whether I’m happy or gay?

Would I trade my freedom,

just not to be so all alone?

You can bet I can’t, nor will I ever,

live in a house where I must atone.

I’d rather be lonely-ish and Queen of all I own.

But don’t be fooled lonely-ish has its price I say,

and one I am, and for me, all too willing to pay.

Because lonely-ish is all it takes

to live my life,

my way!img_2122

 

 

 

 

 

 

runaway mouth


lots of people run their mouth

they have a lot to say.

but what they don’t know is the voice they use,

its not the voice that may,

lead them down the righteous path,

where they think they’ll stay,

with their rude words bound with hate,

spewing from their mouths that way.

look out runaway mouth I say

our words are coming for you this day.

stop the hate before its too late.

close your mouth like you’re shutting a gate,

and inform your internal self,

you are now done with hate.

 

 

 

ThanksGiveIng


thanks to the world of sorrow, and thanks to the world of pain

we have found ourselves once again blessed, to live as we are ordained.

dropped on our knees, are heads held low, just how far down will we go?

then we stop and look around, every head is on the ground.

What has happened, why oh why?

Wait! What is that light high in the sky?

all eyes look up and with a thunderous roar,

the sun spoke these words, so we would worry no more

“this earth has been spinning a really long time,

your creator and I have this, your fear and worry are out of line.

When filled doubt and fear has you down

look to the sun because here comes your shakedown

you have what you need and you need of no thing

because the light of the sun is your wellspring.

So get up, shake off,¬†God has this thang. (bet you didn’t know the sun used slang.)

Happy Thanks Give I ng—

 

 

 

 

A love cure


What if all it took was monumental love

to heal and change, through the push and shove.

What if love was the drug we were thinking of,

flowing down like a shower from up above.

With open arms and heart aflame,

this love will fill us as a frame.

To contain the bliss,

which is all that remains.

When love burns as life,

its fuel your pain.

Love is the cure for everything.