Steps We Take

We walk through life, some choose to

dance, some choose to run, some

choose to merely crawl across the stage that

is this thing we call “life.”

It’s just a word that we give meaning, it’s just a

feeling that we give

significance, it’s just a

state of mind that we choose to indulge.

It’s not

right or

wrong, those too

are simply words.

This path that we walk is not

set in stone, after all, words carved in

stone, are simply words carved in

stone, nothing more nothing less.

I’m not one to tell you how to live your

life, I’m just an observer – a set

of eyes with an

ego and a conscience.

Tonight the moon looks like a neon banana that

someone threw in the sky and

it stuck there, shining

above our heads

Tangible energy surrounds

me in the light and dark of my bones.

I am tired, oh so tired. Wrung out

from trying to give so much

Spread thin like honey

on warm toast.

Not enough jam to reach the edges –

Cut in half, diagonally

I have so many people that love me, remember, please

remember that you are loved by

so many.

The spaces in between

These spaces in between

Empty, filled with nothing. In nothing, there is

space for everything

Sounds familiar?

Well then, just remember

Nothing is missing, but something

has changed

Maybe words are not the best tool to try and discern

my state of being ­– I, I, I want to understand you

I know we cannot be together any longer, but, but, but…

I need a way out! My heart

needs a few answers

Understanding, I grasp at a rocky finger hold – I’m falling from grace.

It’s just a word, it’s just a word, it’s just a WORD!

This is real.

It’s the sound that the

stars make in the sky. It’s the voice of the

coyote

carried by the wingspan of a falcon

As the cycles of the moon came and went…

became something different.

The Big Dipper was six instead of seven – a shift

was necessary

Denial is a masquerade ball, sequins, glitter and all

I take off my mask, nothing to hide,

nothing to obstruct my vision.

This is not my battle, I do not wish to sleigh, I do not

wish to die for love.

You helped me grow, and for that

I am

thankful.

My box-car was momentarily

derailed, now, back on track and who said I even

need a fucking track to ride?

I’ll take this next step barefoot, thank you.