Left behind

 Would you adore to have a solution to your life
You think yearning is stupidity

That developing is fake
That one is enough as they are

It might seem like I am damaged
Because there's always something I work on

Not hoping someone will love me for who I am
When I can never stop growing

The world shows you again and again
How valuable you convince yourself you are

The carpet under you comes slipping out
The same carpet you painted red

Don't seem to have to prove anything
Born into royalty so to speak

I am the ridiculous having to prove myself
To seek and constantly find and refine

Improving must feel fake
You must be perfect as you are

Would you adore to have that certainty
Things are the way they are you say

When infact everything is always changing
People like you are left behind

My twin brother guilt

 Guilt walks beside.
Noone to confide.
Just the accuser.
A twin insistent.

Bringing up the mistakes.
Decisions make or break.
Lawyer's interrogatory tone.
A path possibly alone.

My crooked aspirations, evidence.
My essence toward freedom, confession.
Feelings create the divine serious trial.
Truth condemns, can't live in denial.

The gates of betrayal.
Glorious tribunal.
Conscience fails
Sense of justice.

Outside the case presiding.
Garden still waits for water.
Keyboard waits for hands.
Unfinished page, words.

Solitary Shining Thin Line

 It wavers in the breeze
A line of sunlight marks it
a dog barks, a car backfires
It moves to and fro

It shivers and budges
prostrate in prayer
Gratitude for its roots
often dust falls between

Sometimes rain
Sometimes shoes boots paws
Always the breeze
The gleam dressing the margin

The vein on the blade 
Holding the sun
On a striking leaf of grass
that refuses to be part of the clump

Unflatten myself

 Would I lose myself...
If something happened?

Approach me suddenly,
catch me off guard,
what will I do?

Stop looking outside.
Yet my eyes and heart,
keep turning outward.

You place me in your headlights!
and leave me there like roadkill.

Still I survive.
Pull myself back together,
and return to repeating weeks,
always watching for you.
In the corner of my vision,
like a frightened animal.

Is it savage
to want more space in the heart?
To seek different forms of love,
in a world built on hiding places?

Tie love

 He would teach me how to use the ropes

What he meant was he would teach me bonds

He would open my eyes to the incredible power of love

The ropes extend and find hands to join

The aging man stumbles out

He has walked down from the third story to bless me

He carries a life of words he carries the knowledge

I will commit myself to the threads of love

The dusty open entrance to the household

Open to the sun and the events of life

Here you show me the strands of rope

How they bind together to strengthen something

The mystery loosens Let me be a witness

things a foot will blend into being

Will rouse the liquid days

into single diamonds

Small pieces

 In these houses and buildings can I get an idea of myself

In God's house he's cooking pancakes

He's decided how the world might look

it started taking shape

I had no clue

So I did the same

I narrated the story and damn

It came to pass like a soothsayer might claim

But in each house I went I didn't get a stronger sense of myself

I didn't recognize the silent parts of me that gave up

Or the noisy ones who no longer knew why they shouted

Did the future fall for me, did i fall for it?

Not willing to cradle the past

To comfort those hundred parts of me

Who've made me incredible today

Yet who were never given relief

I take today to bless these small pieces

That I was once ashamed of

For not being aggressive or brave

For not sending me forward in boldness

But gave my sleep color

gave me the strength to forgive and let go

The curiosity to dig deeper

To shed the skin of fate and lift myself to higher destiny

Down Te moana

 Down Te moana road at the length of it
where dust settles

Next to the construction mix depo
Across from the convenience store

The haze of morning 
stretches between highways

the new one crossing where the sands begin
The old one from where I am from

Search the face of an elderly man
For one hint of optimisim

Down Te moana road
It's straightest stretch of road

where dozy neighbours appear
Dust caking their furry slippers

Not knowing if they should sip or chat
Cradling their coffee as much as their opinions