did I feel    was I aware of this Avalanche over the years within me

how much of me has been collected shifted thrown n broken

now lays beneath my years of constant build n fall

dismembered my mind tries to recall when  ….yet slides with all the many pieces jaded cracked n broken

I the mountain climb me through my rubble rock n grasses
tree roots protrude like great gnarly fingers of hand
I grasp as they let loose n I tumble back down a ways
my peek the very top of me a shroud of golden sunshine
falls short at my shoulders
fine hair line of light glimmers with hope
as I again begin this slow long climb
back to me
I the mountain peek of my time in rubble
tired n broken the beating of my heart is wounded deep
n as I travel upward the wounds open fresh with memories
the hurt pain loss
mixed with shame and guilt now solidified like giant rocks
blocking my way of passage
tears fall a river  reflecting light from above

I stop to peer at this image in the waters now still of the fallen tears

I try to see a sign as I am not of me nor the I remembered

curiousity fills my eyes  eagerness fills my mind  regret I realise is truly dismembered perhaps like the appendix not a necessity in knowing  who I’ve become n what becoming means or of the left behinds broken in the rubble of long ago hurt pain loss

I choose to now follow this rivers course seeing through the darkness of shadows and the never end of shifting clouds

so new is my growth I stand tall feel lighter perhaps like a cloud the I of me is meant to be of the darkness and the light shifting changing with the tides of time
every new burst of growth buds courage and the strength to keep climbing
this the avalanche at the very low of me to my highest peek of who I am
and in time I’ll learn to love me
n find that dream

love waiting for me …..when I reach my mountains peek


There are Two I in Origami


the origami Of I
written on paper
I fold myself
inside out
till i am no more a muse
a poem
or haiku
I am picked up
a one night stand
by the wind
and just as I cling
Im let go
curled like a leaf
I am
from the tree
that once held me
made no promises
to keep me
I am origami
I am paper thin
I cut sharp
and you bleed
my words out
like there is
no tomorrow
I am me
a piece of poetry
that neither rhymes
or for some
has rind
but I am amused
by all my origami art
made without paper
but folded
none the less
with words



Pirate Hearts Treasures


we are delicate

in kiss

torn in tragedy

like webs

tattered and  torn

we hold strong to the storms

feeding sorrows with words

filling our oceans

with the sails

of our hearts

we search for love


we are delicate

in touch

in lust

we are thrown

hard against the rocks


nerves raw edge


we are skinned alive

like a rape

we drown

without love

swallowing the assault

the grief

the selling of our souls

we fight to breathe


feeling old and worn

our hostage hearts

held to the ransom

of our pirate ways



your leaves on me


as starless nights

in ebony eyes

my tears fill and fall

Like a fractured spine


I crawl out of my skin

left hanging


like a bark less tree

I am all that is and has been


there will always be

the leaves on me

of your fall

from my limbs

where you used to hold

onto me


what i said to you

when there was this need to be free

go for a season

but come back to me

and moonless you left me

a season passing

and I in spoon

always there

for you

to feed


tears are my leaves that fall

for you have gone pass

the four seasons

and I am

once again

a rootless tree

your leaves on me


Freedom Fighter


not enough movement

my eyes summersault

the cell

in my mind

finds a loop hole

in the law of nature

freedom fighter

am I


even in my own blood 

i spill

myself across the floor



with so many doubts 

I spoon in the lost 

and wonder about the found 

will I ever be 

I touch myself 

a fire

of so many bridges burnt


the dandruff ash

my skin 

the cold winds hands

stroke like a ghost 

till only a flicker of glow

can be seen

in the cell

of the minds eyes

a summersault

in motion  

of thoughts passing by




deep breaths

behind the curtain


of low key

ebony plays

a tinker of white

we are not

what we say we are

we are not

what we say we are

the white frost of your eyes hard

locked into the

dark deep ebony

of play

calling out

we are not what we say we are

In a world of multitude chords

screams your violin heart to me

as I bow down

the kiss of cold frost melts

in your eyes

playing I am not what I say I am

I am not what I play I am

I am

a multitude of chords

rippling the waters of reflective thoughts and memories

placed in my mind

I hold my breathe

I dive into my drug

by those who threw the stones before me

and here melting into my ebony eyes

is the white frost of your glare

melting an inter racial stare of grey despair

and we will forever be

not what we say we are