THE LOSS
In my life
I now stand alone, shattered.
I purchased your tragedy
and wore it as my own.
In this new world
I have been brought,
naked, abandoned, and on my knees
to open myself to my new pain.
I became more
of who I really am.
The standing rocks
misunderstand me.
Broken and detached,
ancient wisdom
acknowledges.
The sound of transformation
blocks my reception,
my blessings elude me.
Running as only I can,
I think to myself
about the gifts I bring.
Embraced by my shattered love,
I burn
until only my embers remain.
In this sanctuary of devotion,
the ancestors welcome me.
In my life
I now stand alone, shattered.
I purchased your tragedy
and wore it as my own.
In this new world
I have been brought,
naked, abandoned, and on my knees
to open myself to my new pain.
I became more
of who I really am.
The standing rocks
misunderstand me.
Broken and detached,
ancient wisdom
acknowledges.
The sound of transformation
blocks my reception,
my blessings elude me.
Running as only I can,
I think to myself
about the gifts I bring.
Embraced by my shattered love,
I burn
until only my embers remain.
In this sanctuary of devotion,
the ancestors welcome me.
PRAYERS ARE BEING HEARD
If an angel suddenly appears
turning my soul to cast iron,
will yours be among the cheers
offered with the heart of the lion?
Should I find myself lost
in the towns of confusion,
will you help me figure the cost
of this frothy illusion?
If the ghost buffalo appears,
chasing me away from my dreams
and certain death swiftly nears,
proving life is not as it seems;
Would you show me the secrets revealed?
Should all really be as we believe?
The ancient black tombs now unsealed,
leave me here for eternity to grieve.
turning my soul to cast iron,
will yours be among the cheers
offered with the heart of the lion?
Should I find myself lost
in the towns of confusion,
will you help me figure the cost
of this frothy illusion?
If the ghost buffalo appears,
chasing me away from my dreams
and certain death swiftly nears,
proving life is not as it seems;
Would you show me the secrets revealed?
Should all really be as we believe?
The ancient black tombs now unsealed,
leave me here for eternity to grieve.
REASONS
The cat in the window
was obviously not to be trusted.
Shaking thoughts were occurring.
The Earth felt unbalanced.
The leaves were fading,
my hearty spirit, too.
Solidity was being questioned,
self-acceptance had grown confused.
What seemed sensible then
died with your hands
around my throat,
pressing tighter, tighter.
Crushing whatever lived and grew,
the beating of my heart slowed.
Words were distorted;
visions filled with holes, then melted.
Not knowing where I was,
not knowing who I was,
I let go and surrendered,
feeling no attachment to reasons why.
was obviously not to be trusted.
Shaking thoughts were occurring.
The Earth felt unbalanced.
The leaves were fading,
my hearty spirit, too.
Solidity was being questioned,
self-acceptance had grown confused.
What seemed sensible then
died with your hands
around my throat,
pressing tighter, tighter.
Crushing whatever lived and grew,
the beating of my heart slowed.
Words were distorted;
visions filled with holes, then melted.
Not knowing where I was,
not knowing who I was,
I let go and surrendered,
feeling no attachment to reasons why.