She had us all in her arms

Her big laugh rolling

With the sound of our success and triumphs

Her feet bore with our defeats

Her heart played Krish’s flute

While her legacy danced along

As her flame flickered out

The ground beneath our feet disappeared

But if you close your eyes

You can feel those pillowed arms bracing the bumps

You can hear her song

In your tears

Your laugh

And beneath your flying feet

She remains


Swimming Mystery

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That bottle can’t be broken

The cap can’t be lifted

It holds however something very vital

It has the answer to the biggest mystery

But the more you try to crack it

The more strength it obtains

The bottle is carried away in the ocean

Swimming with the waves

One second it nears you

The next completely out of sight

But the image is imprinted in your brain

And you feel yourself growing taller

Even your limbs stretching

Soon it will be your time

And only then will you be able to grab hold of this bottle

Then you will see it crumble before your very eyes

All on its own

And the the mystery will be solved

It will and it must



Starry Eyed


Wide eyes

Bushy hair

Tightening that first tie

With the same determination as every step from then on

Much tumbling after

Then came squinty eyes

Little hair

Belt tightening over a round belly

Filled with ups and downs

Feet still pounding

Yet heavier and heavier

I don’t want that

I can’t have that

I like the bellies hanging low

Squinty eyes or not

The feel of breeze below the feet

Will be enough

No care for a full head of hair

A roughened hand with a song slipping through my lips

And eyes still full of stars

Now thats the way to be

I’ll take the splinters

Not the bruising dress shoes scraping off my glitter

Besides my stars will blind before that ever happens




As Whole As Can Be (part 2)

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Who determined that?

All of you were just mere fragments

Who are you to point out the cracks?

What makes you deserving of the pedestal?

Giving a glare to the dusted

We’re fine down here

We see things more clearly than you do

And we aren’t as likely to fall

Closer to the ground

Is where we’d rather be

Collecting Light


Slipping into the corners where it is only black

Or just a speck within the swarm of flies

Collecting light

Placed in her jacket closest to her chest

Reaching for tiniest glimmer to add spark in those heels

After all that’s what she she relies on for an extra bounce

Not a chance any even heard of her collections or even tried for such treasures

But it’s the way she likes it

To her dismay, though, buzz surrounds only when her elbows bruise

And her head hits the ground during this conquest

And in those moments the sun rays strike and she melts

She is stripped, empty handed

The lonely jacket almost in shreds

There is every chance now to witness and it is always taken

In that chance the buzz can be heard from any direction

But shortly scuffs and finds another interest

The ring still bleeds in her ears well after they’re gone

The rays penetrating

She struggles to slip into her patchy jacket and runs for the corner again

But that light will always still be waiting for her to catch

This she holds on to and waits and waits and waits for





Sand beneath toes

Waves thrashing

Boats rushing

Lightning struck

Right above the tip of the toes

And yet she sits

Knees pushed against chest

Rain pours

With the slightest drip drop tempo

Following the rhythm of her sway

Puddle sinks toes deeper

Hair plastered against face

Drip drops pick up a beat

As her sway falls short behind

In the darkness behind eyes

The crashing of the waves drown ears

A new rhythm is found

Puddle nears knees

Pruning toes with in the sand

And her sway syncs with the splish splash waves