Untamed Time


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Overnight where I slept

I felt the chill of eternity

Sweep through the years of this body


And my brain was only an experience

It wasn’t real if real things last

The love I had I gave to the Earth


To her children and the soil

Where I grew a garden in my mind

There was no love there


Just the thrill of a destiny

Broken and churned like

The pangs of creation gone un-nurtured


Sleep was like that in mortality

A kind of escape from the anxiety

Of living and not knowing how to


Create destiny with mere tools

And hope out of loneliness.


Heart Flayed with Light in the Middle 

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In this Epilogue of bright lights big city
We are the emergency of our blind feeling
Of being a passenger forever-after
There’s a crisis and we are the wild invention

Of our necessity, what could be more intimate than that?
And we inhabit the revolution of the moments
Shooting between the eyes, with breasts
That point forwards with an ecstasy

And another story of a girl leaving home
There’s no compass like a soul’s minutes
That blink in and out of time
And we needed off stage, we needed to get away

The moon never did us any good
Trembling like a rabbit quivers
We felt the wonderful wild animal within
For flight or fight it didn’t matter much
We just had to make our own life right.

In some Secret part of Her #FreeVerse #gender

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In some Secret part of Her

I felt a pang of loneliness when
I watched the lives of others
I could not place the appalling self-consciousness
I felt, surely horrible and common?

The inner words we dare to utter at ourselves
Cramped in the dark for so long
God, but if life is loneliness
Then every act is one of saving ourselves

We get married for companionship
And have children to grow old together
We volunteer our time to help society
Yet does the neurotic element

Ever truly wane, wanting mutually exclusive things
And not having them, we make do
For the rest of our days, this
Is the great compromise, feeling misunderstood

We learn to not take anything for granted
As if the present is our forever
And forever is always shifting, flowing, melting
And as a woman, we are required to serve

While men can escape social roles by rebellion
Or male privilege, or utter irresponsibility
As women we were required to give life
Until we forget who we were without them.