Love comes
When manipulation
Stops beloved…
So quit twisting
The knife
In yourself.
Dare to be
Vulnerable,
Because the measure
Of all you fear
Happening
Is multiplied
And factored
Times ten thousand
The Joy
That is your
Birthright awaiting
You like your
Long lost
Family.
How beautiful
Our world
Is
With you
In it.
People are like
Stain glass
Windows,
Broken and cut
Pieces,
Welded by a Master
Lit by
The miracle
Of life…
A smile is
The lighting system
Of the face
And the heating system
Of the heart…
It is easy to see
And feel
The color of humanity
Shining through
You.
Love is
An eternal flame
And our spirit
Is the spark
To light it
Like you
When you
Read poetry.
I am grateful
To the people
Who are helping me
Heal,
Through art,
Hugs…
And kindness.
Beauty is
Stability
But make sick art
If you have to
To get the poison
Out to transform
Cruelty
Into beauty
Our human
Specialty.
Women are never
Toys,
&
Men are never
Without
Their scared
Little boys.
Treat both
With care
Beloved.
The tree of liberty
Should be watered
With the blood
Of tyrants,
And once departed
Prayers for their spirits
To know peace
For we wish
Them not to return
Reborn with
The resentment
We buried them with
Lest we both
Seed our futures
With our pasts.
I can stop punishing myself
With fear
And live with
Insatiable curiosity…
Infected with
Goodness of life
Like my
Mila.
What you are
Expecting to give
Is free from
That niggling
Feeling
In the back of our
Heads…
Because we
Are to busy
My beloved
Living from
Our hearts.
Life is beautiful
And if you forget,
Change your perspective.
I am making the most
Healthy and loving choices
And when I forget
I forgive
And make
New choices.
Don't forget
Beloved
Pioneers are not popular
And your curiosity
Is Divine
& though pleasure
Is from experience
Your Joy comes
From exploring
Those human
Nooks and crannies.
You are whole
But no shoes
He has no feet
And pities you
Because you are
Sad…
And he's having
A great day…
I'll take his
Attitude
Any day…
And see a whole man
As handicapped
Because he lost
Not his feet
But his smile.
If you feel like
A tourist in your
Own home
Its time to leave,
Or fly
And soar…
Your choice
Beloved.
Your choice.
The true revolutionary
Is filled with love
Because it is a lie
That peace
Is a lack
Of action
Beloved…
Ever seen a mother
Protect her child?
I promise you
She was filled
With love.
To fear what you don't know
Is human,
But it's ok to feel
And act anyway…
They call it
Courage
Beloved…
And I have seen
You with
It.
Never fear
A second pair of hands
For we weren't
Born into a void
But a world
Full of help
Yet to be
Asked.
The Beauty of
Their dreams
Is only
Realized when
We let go
Of the what ifs
For the Just maybe's.
At the touch of love
Everyone becomes
A poet
An artist
A butterfly
We are transformed
By the chrysalis
Of expression.
I take time
To inhale peace
Beloved
With you
Here
Now
In this temple
Of Speech.
I will not allow
The fear of what if
To take away what is,
Here with you
Now
Beloved…
Everything is possible
With you.
With us
With love.
