Every cell in my body lights up
As you recall your brushes with power
And profundity
Something deep within me
Recognizes your authenticity
And joins you in your memory

The story ends
Our hearts peel apart
And I long to connnect again
I resist sucking you in
With my feminine power
And wait for your heart
To speak my truth again

I have a sensual recognition
Of beauty and power
But poor oral reciprocation
So I nod and smile and sparkle my eyes
Living in your moment
Like it was mine
Because it was
And the boundaries blur.

An ant crawls curiously toward my hemline
He’s not the biting type
He lives near grass so drenched
With pesticides
My skin erupts on contact
And I thought Bakersfield
Was bad.

Even an atheist
Can admit to
Feeling guided
On a benevolent
Path

One does not
Need to speak
Of your God
To feel the
Wave they
Rode in on

Every so often
The stars do align
And we are
Those stars

What keeps you sane?
With these minds
In these bodies
Knowing your
Destiny is to wake up
30 or 40 thousand times
And live with
What you were given
And be forced
To witness
The sometimes beautiful
But often gruesome nature
Of humanity
Over and over

Man’s search for meaning
The need to feel useful
Beyond gene
Propogation
So find a cause
Lose weight
Become more peaceful

But so many
Get caught up
In their own pitiful dramas
Painful side-shows
And choose to numb
Their experience
Thus denying themselves
The only true ache and insanity:
Knowing you exist

You can be
Lonely but
Never alone
For every
Misery
There is
Company
That’s what’s so great
About 6 billion
Of us.
Even if you
Choose to suffer
In silence
You are not alone
In your choice.
Friends create
Trouble too,
You know.

Here to amuse
Here to annoy
I look deep
Into your eyes
And you into mine
What will I find?
Something to love
Something to fear

A cute little dress
Shows off her genetics
The men can’t help
But stalk her with their eyes
Proves how little control
We have over
Life’s lust for itself
We are pretty packaging
For strands of DNA

And the smarter we are
The more sensitive to data
We compute
To survive and adapt
Tho’ to her chagrin
We don’t always choose
In favor of life

And the big have advantage
And so do the cute
The smart to a point
Or you can buy your way.
Charm is deceitful
And beauty is fleeting.

My throat is on fire
My jaws locked up
I trace a dull pain
Over my forehead
In my scalp
My shoulders round forward
To protect my heart
And warn others
Not to come near

My drooping head
Strains my neck
Even breathing
Irritates my tonsils
My insides fry
I sweat at night
And chill in the open air
My dreams are
Twisted

The invaders
Are just trying to live

But I will kill them.

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