My Own Way

I always take the guilt,

I always take the blame,

and yet its me to blow out the flame.

 

I try my best up to a point

while I watch you light a joint

by this time I am already done

I’m tired of battling and you’ve just begun

then comes the time to plea and bargain

but I’m not up for sale, this isn’t an auction.

 

I give more chances than I ever should

I look past it all and try to see the good

I know you’re smart and that you’ve understood

then starts the “I could’ve, would’ve, should’ve,”

when all I want is to be free of any falsehoods.

 

I never understand when you act so hurt

after hearing and seeing all of the signs of alert

I prefer the mountains but can handle the desert

but I’m a water baby and won’t convert.

 

So let me be free

let me swim as I please

let me buzz around with the honey bees

reaping life’s bounties

smelling the field of daisies

where I wont be made fun of for driving like its sunday

as it is my mode of life to get lost and enjoy the day

so if you can be a bit carefree, please stay

and if not don’t be hurt when I go my own way.

Bubble Time-Lapse

You drew me in

as I pulled you too

like a magnet to the metal

like a fish to the choral

I wanted to share my bubble time-lapse

I sat upon your lap

I closed all noticeable gaps

wrapped my body around yours

embracing every physical contour

we closed our eyes

let our energy build like a city high rise

the sunrise began slow and it opened our skies

 

yet someone from outside

interrupted with redeyes and whys

I asked politely that they be quiet and just stand by

they didn’t understand but reluctantly complied

after I explained that the moment needed to happen first

where its natural and unrehearsed 

so we can totally be submersed

letting the love and energy quench our thirst

 

we won’t need any drugs

we’ll be high from our hugs

we’ll dance all night in the grass or on the rug

while chasing around the flashing lightening bugs

A Poem: And The She Woke

one day she woke

she couldn’t breathe

she felt so sick

and was touched by the breeze.

 

The breeze turned to wind

as it swallowed her sin

she was standing still

while starting to spin.

 

The spin turned her ’round

shook her upside down – 

a little sideways

until she found…

 

She had been so lost

so off track

all she could think of

was heading back.

 

She’ll never be the same

it’s been a blessing in disguise

she had to fall down

before she could rise.

 

Now she’s found home

and flipped on the light

better than ever

and not having to fight.

 

She agreed with herself

to get up and go

from the valleys to the mountains

for reasons only she knows.