be careful what you water your dreams with…

she’s been breaking bread
with the savages in her mind

her self flagellation of thoughts
that undermined her sense of now
unearthed her reality
uprooted her senses
sent her spinning into new time

our new ways of wounding
distort the framework for knowing
we get what we become
due to a loss of now

she stayed stuck
to a past that presented itself in the present

she carried her memories
reflected them in mirrors
then lost all sense of sight

she became her distorted vision
prophesied her becoming
through perceived notions of then + now

bottomed out
in blackened nights

she shattered those visions
laid it all to rest
for the sake of survival

she began to be here now
no more escapes from never
no more fleeing from sight

she met with her monsters
toasted her sins
the essence of emptiness
the dangers of becoming too light

she began to live in visions of now

written 2.5.12

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mercenaries + missionaries

shes not sure if she will ever stop witnessing the days
when life recedes itself to the darkness

she runs through streets
fleeing from a past
looking over shoulders
to catch glimpses of the ghosts
that haunt her always

they followed her through time + space
disappearing + reappearing
in a pattern of death + rebirth
buried + unearthed

a risen savior with the wounds of the crucified

blood that can only be seen by her “is”

………………………   her “is” dictates the focus……………………………….




written 12-2011

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