Mountain

You did that and my insides were outsides for awhile, but I recovered.
Now I've got the rainbowy hope again.

You're gone and I guess it's OK because we see the same moon.
I'm all feathers and shivers and armor and future.

I'm standing tall, striding proudly towards this victory, whilst my strange little heart lays in the dew-licked grass and whistles about you and me.

I suck at the juiciest mango and my eyes flutter and I recall my head resting snuggly against the mountain of your shoulder and my hair a river cascading down your valleys.

I love you.

I can march onwards, beating my drum and forging my dreams, but one day I'll meet you where the sun caresses the waves and we can dance.

I Found Home: The Cantab [Lounge] Revisited

Originally Written on April 9th, 2009

Tonight, I lost, and found myself, in their inspired elixirs of language.
And I remembered, that I too, once had a panacea for this madness.
When their tongues hurled truths like chemo,
And their eyes spilled tales of redemption,
I cried for a year lost to cold, library tables,
When I hid out, a drenched barn-cat, in the stables.

I chose the boxcar where, the cattle stand, crammed, no room even, for a tendon to
quiver.
I chose the executioner’s block, my neck unafraid- the historic grooves just waiting to deliver.

But tonight, I carried these disillusioned bones of mine into an embrace that set them afire.
I wormed my way through the unified, the justified, the qualified, the deified,
And I made it, blistering and smoldering with something I thought I’d forgotten altogether.
‘Oh yeaaaah…’ I reflected, as I scanned the subterranean arena bursting with creativity.
I found home.