An excerpt from the poem Let Your Soul Breathe:
Create your Fate with no debate about the gate to happiness
It is not found in Gucci or Guess
And Stress is a by-product of poor decision
Malnutrition
And living by someone else’s standards
Let Your Soul Breathe
Read the full poem HERE
I was inspired by you when
you said you were spiritual
I admire that in you
I can taste the residual
I haven’t been able to
hold onto that trait
since my brother died
12 years later and I missed my pagan dreaming
Flirting with spirits and concepts of destiny
Metaphysics, Superstrings, Manifestation
A big breathing heart no fears or damnation
You seemed so brave just owning it outright
No hangups or burdens just perceived love and light
In this knowing you embodied comfort and peace
Calm and tender, a sweet masterpiece
You were doting on me so much I was crushing
Went on a limb with a text that ended up pushing you
Over some ledge, my intentions misread
Intentions of connection, of minds intertwined
Like our bodies in bed, yours overlapping mine
And like that you were gone as I fell from the cliff
From smitten kitten to unanchored, adrift
A violent wave, an outcry of pain
Renewing a past I can’t relive again
My attempts at peace discarded and shamed
You seem to have already forgotten my name
Little you know of my empathic soul
How I’d howl with you until you were comfortable
But you hide in your den and abandon me cold
Until I have no choice but letting you go
If you poured yourself in a cup
I would drink you up like
A smooth sumatra blend
Like exotic Hawaiian Kona that
I’d have to refill
again and again and again
If you poured yourself in a cup
Some cool tall smoothie
I would suck you, swallow you
The straw discarded
So to smother my lips
With your juice and berries
So to drench my tongue
With everything that you are
Every molecule of you
I could ingest
My stomach rumbling
Digesting some and wanting more
While you move through me
Intimately
Slowly
So so beautifully
If you pured yourself
Didn’t let fear interfere
I’d be here
Drinking you
Gulping you
Thinking you
Giving you
Me
In a glass full of this
Succulent ass
We are already
Liquid
Fluid
The perfect swirl
Of soft hardness
Of dirty purity
Of atoms in the eve
Charged ecstatic electrons
We are past life reunited
Long missing then
Found and bound like wrists tied tight
Might I sight last night
For your reference, dearest
When we breathed each other
Exploded into a billion pieces
Floated into a million universes
Loaded countless lifetimes into our cells
And came home finally
To our arms
Interwoven and locked like
I will never let you die again
Without me
There is a cup on the counter
Drink me, love
Swallow me whole
I think of you every time I see
A Hepatitis C commercial
It’s not because you have it
It’s because you think you have it
Every time you’re overtired
You’re really adorable
For a hypochondriac though
You giggle and you know
You’re being ridiculous
At least you seem to know
After you’ve become rested
My mother’s hypochondria isn’t cute
Especially when she lied about
Having a brain tumor
Because she was mad at me
I don’t know why she was mad
Maybe because I “made her fat”
When she was pregnant with me
She told me that once
It was hard to forget
She forgot about her brain tumor though
When I checked in about it
A few months later
A concerned daughter
And she got mad at me again
For making up lies
And intentionally hurting her
Even though I have her tumor in a text
The commercial is over now
I’m not ever going to have kids
I don’t want to get fat
Her dear heart is still a bit broken
Lost naïveté a reminiscent token
Of when backstabbers weren’t so prevalent
Of when people said what they actually meant
Living en garde isn’t what she cares to do
She’d rather believe that all are true
Sadly that’s not the world we live in today
Too many lost, self-absorbed people in the way
Jump the hurdle don’t give in
There’s nothing worse than being like them
I’m trying to solicit solace
Facilitate a flawless way of being
But the motions are weening and wavering
Fluttering like the wings of beija-flor
Flower kisser
Hummingbird
I try to listen to the word of goddess
But I’m restless in my distress of being a perfectionist
My expectations are high so I lean on my relentless drive but
Nobody seems to see it so I try to sit quiet
And let my ancestors lessons filter into me
& so I keep having these dreams of a serene state
where I contemplate everything and begin seeing it is nothing
No. Thing.
But then I wake in this body in this bed in this house in this city and I am
Surrounded by things
Why can I breathe under water and turn staffs into snakes only while sleeping?
I want to wake with my power, bring it to work with me
Ride my totem wolf down the city streets but the beat sleeps in my bed
and waits for me to slumber again
I try to reproduce it with my pen but it dissipates
Throughout the day my spirit mates with with ideas
Flirts with the fantasy of truth
And youth leaves minute by minute…
How can I balance?
Coexist with cars and computers – that hummmm-
Electrical and maniacal turning people and the botanical planet into cement moment after moment
This dent in consciousness has to be banged out – override the doubt
Now how might we go about that?
Perhaps looking at the moon and not being afraid to howl
Perhaps watching the formations of birds and joining them
Yes join them you have wings
Those things that itch beneath your skin
They’re masked by terms like freedom
A beautiful term don’t get me wrong but
When’s the last time you found yourself belting a song walking down the street
Not afraid of embarrassment making a beat on a newspaper stand
Or just lived completely and fervently from the rhythm of your soul
When’s the last time you let yourself lose control & found gratitude in chaos.
It may appease us as a mass western culture to leave our dreams in bed but look around
we are becoming the walking dead led by the dollar & material possessions
Stressin’ because we don’t have enough…
What we lack in actuality is community
ADD culture brought to you by streamlined ads and annual fads that are
born dead still born but you can still be born anew
That’s why im talking to you so we can get it together
Lets dialogue then dance and make ourselves better
Healing is a thought away
Love is a choice
Now please join me while I OM
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