As a muse

As a muse 

I became confused 

Of what I should feel

Or induce 

To love the artist 

The way he loves the art

Is to fall in love with every

Version of you that’s allowed vigilance 

Is to ask the unseen to create 

Itself, as fluid expression 

A stream of formlessness 

Where old fables never impressed 

The compulsion to label because it’s 

Always Love 

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You ask me to be open 

A foot in the door 

To feel the emotions for more 

Than a covered up poem 

I scream terror in my system 

You say let that go, like they ain’t 

Sitting in their corners at night

Mustering up enough pride to speak 

To enclose on my natural peace 

My protective barricade parades 

Itself when I feel anxiety 

It's naive:

To think

You could 

Help the 

Hurting 

And not

Feel every

Source of

Pain

It’s naive 

To think 

It’s theirs

Alone 

New mat(t)er-ial

A sweet dawn 

Holding creation 

By your palms.

Silk spills  

Tween my legs,

Spinning down

Your spool.

Being recreated,

From thread and wheel.

Infringing upon what was

Once frayed and splintered

ends and beginnings.

Comes forth now, 

As a seamless 

Fabric of love.

What may it mean 

To honor a tool?

To see ones utility 

And become avail to

Your own mechanics,

Through partnership. 

This I label a priceless labor.

A starry night sky

The lasting resin 

Of your lips, moisten

From stars fallen out

My clouded eyes,                 the warm mix

Of your sultry mist 

And My emotion lay

Bare on the bed

Of my tongue

I look at your crystal 

beaded face and wonder 

Wishfully if you can taste 

Us too

Love Detached

Love of the ages 

Love of no labels 

You can feel the electricity 

No need for cables 

We read books and sit in nature 

No need for cable 

We some ancient storytellers 

Using words to create stable

Shelters to learn in & teach the children 

what was once forced to be forgotten

No longer living in systematic complication 

Make room or we will abandon you and start a whole new creation   

Say fuck you and take all our divinations too

But all is forgiven

Can't let that hate in 

That weight is forbidden 

Refuse to let it manipulate another generation

Waters relation to earth, in connection to the Sun (source)

Come for the roots 

When the soil is mud 

Shifting the position of

What has already sprung

Love past light and

Rinsed through darkness

Cause love need no sight 

To grasp and harness

Reconstructing, even

The most sturdy

Is unearthed 

Reaching full love 

In the dim dawn

Old trees, seed rebirth