Journeys

written Oct. 9 2007

Hey hows it goin its CoEn I'm a poet

Ever inclined to find a new way to show it

Not a top of the chartist I'm just an artist

On a quest, to observe, learn and find

Intrigued by interpretive design

I peel the form from conformity

Shapes with words, lines and curves, theatrical swerves

like moods of PMS, distress, or a test

invest in the value of relationship

lines a spit, words are folded, bonds are molded

the path is bold but to traverse I need to own it

started the journey

lost my footing in gelatin soil like pudding

that time has solidified, sludged on the sediment

froze the nerves but slurred and settled the speech impediment

dispute, between tongue and mind

are stuck but all else moves on

to assure no child left behind passes through blind

can't think of where I am as where I've been

getting ahead of myself puts me in a dizzy spin

hormonal over adolescent lesbian

a product of whirlwinds, a series diverge

to in to love with my gender identity crisis

betrothed your daughters heart when left to my own devices

out of the closet

pressured by smelling salts and spices

that shocked me awake

like news of lice, raising gas prices

FREEZE!

A cup of ice poured over a sleeping face

I want to chase my attacker but its only time and space

Twenty first century sweetness is all I can taste

Blue raspberry, my girlfriends favorite candy pop

I'm going with not against since its not going to stop

This path, this girl, my career, our future

Masterpieces are spun from the strings of our suture

In time our lives designed to merge my friends and I will learn

That defined we are living Technicolor

Streaming energy passes through sent by translucent waves

Goodbye to the days make the nights sparkle

Like the shiny diamond and white gold arsenal

One ring to rule them all? Might secure this destiny

Trust in me, hands intertwined, precious find

Softer edges brush the shading, fading to a powdery glow

Give it a blow, put more stars in the sky