Bliss

Perhaps

it's nice to be unaware

Worth the Choosing

I am tempted to chase you
recklessly
 - romantically - 
with emotion and with everything
to lose involving you,
while somehow keeping
my power and my wise pride.

But I don't
because 
I'm here
between
what we were
and what we could have been.

It doesn't mean 
I've stopped
laughing out loud,
or stretching,
or going to the sticky dance bar 
on the corner.

But it does mean 
that I'm not 
playing a cruel game of tag...
I'm not that fast of a runner,
and it might look a bit desperate or creepy.
And tag isn't actually fun.
And only one person wins.

It's not because you're not worth the chasing,
but because we are all worth 
the honour of being free,
and the blessing of being chosen.
And if there has to be a choice,
I'd rather
you choose me,
than I chase you.

So
I choose 
me.

Tag -
I'm it, and
I'm getting outta the game, and 
I'm going dancing.

Dancing is inclusive,
and every body wins...
You're all invited.

So
I'm here
between
what we were
and what we could have been,
dancing,
and having fun...
I win.

Qualifier

My umbrella still up,

didn't realize it stopped raining...

blue skies above,
laughing out loud
and drinking in soft 
purple beauty of the streets 
awakening - doesn't disqualify
this pain,
doesn't do it a disfavor.

Umbrella down,
shake it out,
haha.

Do it Again

your easy smile
and I saw it
react to something I said

it really happened

Something to do with Fireflies

Christmas slow

Christmas what

words

prolific poetry

but what about the story dragged out?

Who is around me this Christmas

little Christmas.

Don't rush away,

where I am now.

What are you pregnant with she asked?

It's Christmas,

and what comes next?

Not just five meanings for love,

- seems like a lot

but it's not - 

as many as my moments.

A word I know 

every instant

use all the time

and always feel new to,

define it for me again.

I'm sick of talking I want to be

I'm sick of writing I want to do

I'm sick of loving I want to love

I'm not sick of loving,

I love it,

whatever it means.

The natural sparkles in the snow

makes our hearts all a glitter.

Welcome Christmas tingles,

we're glad you're here,

even when you're bitter.

Afraid of Falling

The wiser man
with his shoes untied
because he looks pretty cool
and the fear of trippin'
keeps him light
on his toes

Sacred Us

This morn 
a sacred fire burned, invited me into it.

This land
I grew up on, told to thank the creator for it.

But now my heart  burns
warm by the fire
with thanks for those
who never knew me, or I them,
who never consented to the land they had to hand over
to me,
and now instead of palm closed
they open hand draw me
into the fire,
onto the land,
our sacred home.

What do I have to give back?

Only me
it seems,
and my fuel for our fire.