We talk of courage thinking, we are one singular being. Maybe equating courage with independence. Thinking courage but acting in perfection, never doing wrong by anyone or any thing. Really courage is a voice to truth. It is voicing what we know either deep down or at the moment to be true. Courage is the action of reaching out. Letting others know not only your abilities but also your limits. It is the best of you being discovered in others by admitting your worst to them. Excepting the fact that people are not the same and working through their issues with them while still working with yours. Courage is keeping your head up and being prepared for all hell to break lose. And when hell is on the lose to remember heaven and to still believe in it. It is to love despite the unknown, to move on despite the past. Courage is the heart behind the movement of putting that first foot forward. I'm learning these valuable lessons. Don't forget this brain.

To cut

I want to cut all my hair
I want to shave it off
But I fear the risks
being mistaken for a boy
cow licks
friend's disapproval

But worst of all:
it is winter and
my head being cold

New material

I could not see
for you were
blocking the view
Eventually I saw
what I was looking for






I stopped to care
then had no time to stop at all








Love is real
You could not contain it

My heart was true
even if you try to blame it

My tears I have stopped
So as not to profane it

thoughts

I am an open room
empty
ready to be filled






Will you fight for me?
Will you fight at all?
I map out my time
to spend it alone
locked away in my thoughts
What would you do
if you could be in my world
would you even know
i feel a strange isolation set in
like winter's first frost

Do you know what it's like to risk
and then lose?

Or do you just replicate sunshine
in the factory of time?

Living situation

Look, I'm not trying to tell you what to do
I just really care

I think your ideas are great
Yes we should park our cars that way
and sure its a fabulous way
to clean the garbage disposal

I'm not trying to criticize
I just have a long pessimistic streak
Maybe I like to see things
from the wrong angle

I know you need to talk
but your time and my time
are not always the right times

Now I sit in my room
waiting for you to leave
I'm tired
It's a pain to be honest
to someone whose not honest with me

A summer day

I saw the sunrise break over the hills
Nothing was so beautiful
It turned into a bright summer day
As I sat pondering the deep blue
Something ran across the sky
I didn’t notice at first
Until the sunlight caught the brown
On the wing
He was different
Slender quick
Something in his eyes allured me
I flew as close to him as I could
He laughed at me for awhile
Then gently like a child asked
“Why don’t you come and join me
The sky is beautiful today
Your wings seem strong enough to sore”
“I would” I said frustrated
“See my bundle it is weighing me down”

“Just let it go”

There was an awkward pause.

“No, that’s alright I’ll just stay down here”
My eyes could not meet his anymore
He and I both knew

“What is it you are really looking for?”

The leaves from the trees were starting to change
It was my cue to change
I reasoned it out.
Someone who could say such things to me could not
Really want me around.

The beach

When the days grow cold and long
When my work seems never done

I will think back
to those glorious
sunny
warm
gentle
days.

The ones
we spend
lying next to each other
in the sand
Near the waves