I like people
Who drink coffee
And think...forever
Who muse and kibbitz and let it all hang out
Like hair spilling from a ponytail holder
Who splash eachother playfully
Because we're all still 6
In some ways.
People who cry at movies
Who are borderline appropriate
Aren't afraid to put the cards one the table
Exposing their hand
Transparent and precocious
Unafraid
Of their DNA
Alive in every way.
Those who limp with joy
When they can't jump
The awkward who laughs at their moments
Of human ness.
The ones with the opinions
They give away like roses
Fragrant and thorny
Handle with care
Watch your nose
Uncover your ears
I love the ones who enter a room
Loud and clear.
The apologetic
When needed
I like the ones who are different colors
Painting the rainbow
Humanity is a tie dyed t shirt
You are a swirl.
Circle the earth.

One flower. 🌹

One flower for her
Who treads the sea of shame.
The dirt of trepidation
Splattered on her name.
Drowning in the burden
Weighed down by pounds of blame.
One flower for her child
Bastard title in his blood
Reaching for the promises
He cannot grasp any one.
Hungry for redemption
Never had the chance
To receive a happy ending
Due to circumstance.
One for the redeemers
Who redeem the forgotten ones
Reaching out to orphans
Calling them their sons.
Pressing on thru the impossible
Loving nonetheless
Healing the remains
Of brokenness.
One flower for the ones
Who every day have tried
To impart wisdom and reason
To a nation run by pride
Voices hoarse and weary
Yet always pressing on
Praying night and day
For a hope not too far gone.
One flower for the blind
At least they can smell
May they receive heaven's wisdom
Though their hearts agree with hell
The fragrance is a wake up call
That all life has its worth
Needs freedom from oppression
A chance and a rebirth.

Part deux

Daggers

Because bullies are endangered species
Poison dart frog juice kissed my arrow
Bidding her good luck
As she ricochets off the pully
Aim is purposed
Gravity postponed
As every thought and emotion
Travels on the winds lottery
Fate squints aims and sticks it
You yowl
Like its an ambush
And you didn't get the memo
That your number is called
Your up
Your turn
Nothing is free
Pay up
This is no surprise
Judgement day doesn't care
What your name is
If your mama is on your side
She raised a fool
Amnesty-denied.

An invasion
Of the neutral
Unpaused interruption
Day In and out
Snickers pitter patter out of your mouth
Like mouse feet
The grain is spoiled
By your pee and presence
You are small
You paint yourself big
Like ridiculous crayon loops
Nonsense birthed from boredom
And it lands on my head
Like lukewarm raindrops
And you stole my umbrella.

Spring bounty

Passion flies
In rivulets of wings
Mystic prisms
Of undercover color
Gems awakened by the waxing sun
Solar soliloquy
Little diamonds run
Landing as dew
On dandelion wings
Children pluck their blooms
Tall and fuzzy
Yellow, dizzy
Astroturf of emerald grass
Floral hunting
Purple polka dots peekaboo
Obvious pink tulips stand, stately, stationary
Miniature yellow blooms
Too little for attention
Feet smash their poetry
A hand carresses her delicate existence
Small and belle as she
Yellow shines
Luminescent, though microscopic
Yellow yells, sometimes
Can't help herself
Purple has her royal glory
Yellow has her own story.

The moonlight played
With the subtle waves
The lakes version
Of the ocean
Feeble yet glowing
Blinking like a drowsy cat
Under the luminous spectacle.

The moon is a copycat
I feel like one sometime
Not an original thought within
Though nothing about me is counterfeit
Everything is birthed from the moment
Sweet and warm and new
Even my angst.
Breath ebbs and flows
We concoct thoughts figures, memories.
Nothing is unoriginal
All is sacred
The wails Of The newborn
The warning of the sages
All fire.
All light.
All worth introspection.
They human race is a book
There are no followers
Only readers
And writers
Inventors
Fighters
Heartbeats are art
Thump bumping art
Masterpieces
Silent and steady
Til death is ready.

Deliverance

I don't normally write blogs because I don't usually have the patience but in the spirit of Passover I have been thinking. God has parted a lot of seas in my life this past year. A lot. And I am very grateful, but sometimes i am forgetful! Just like the israelites when's they received their freedom. Joyful one minute. Slaves again the next. This year I have seen freedom from financial stress. I have enough money now. I'm no millionaire. But I am not terrified of when is my next paycheck coming and can I make it till then, and if not who can I borrow from and did I pay them back from last time??? Yet I still own very little because I am afraid of spending money. I'm still in that poor mindset. Its great to save but It's ok to breathe!!!
A terrible un diagnosis.
Some person who is absolutely not a psychologist suggested I had aspergers/ autism. Being also not a psychologist I believed them never mind the loads of evidence that suggests the contrary. So I'm free. I was tested in preschool came back a no yet some days I still feel impaired. Its not neurological its psychological and its bondage. And its phooey. 😀😀😀 I can do whatever I set my mind to and I'm not limited in the least.
Ok. This one is sad. My father is gone. I miss him and I miss the person he was. He helped me grow a lot when I was er growing up. That being said the bond of depression is broken in our family. Its a bittersweet freedom. No more fear but no more dad and i miss our times with him.
I wish there was some way I could help those struggling with depression.
The Jews hated being slaves (whats to love?) But they were terrified of freedom because it came with responsibility.  The good news if we recieve the freedom we have the strength to drive this beautiful vehicle. It might be going 20 mph for awhile, but don't worry. God won't honk at you to go faster. He will patiently wait while you try it on and find your pace.

Life is always uncertain. We will be asked to face our fair share of challenges.  But make no mistake about one thing. We are free. Bondage and slavery have NO part in the human experience. It means my fathers disease was not mine. It means someone else's guess as to why I am the way I am does not have to define me.  Everyone is entitled to their opinion. However I absolutely do not have to strap it to my back and haul it around like a donkey!  I am free to see myself the say I choose. If you got this far than you for reading and enjoy your freedom its your greatest gift. ❤