Amistad

 

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Dedicated to my mind-bogglingly amazing friends

Who have stood by me through it all

I love you endlessly

When did we move

through just known

into ever known?

can i cherry pick

the thoughtbeat

when

i looked at you

you looked at me

and we became more

than just two people

we became a purpose

a power

a promise

that your back

would never be unguarded

that you don’t have to pretend

to be someone else

that adversity will never

drive me away

we both know that

spite-soaked barbs

brain-flayed outrage

heartbreak hatreds

will always

haunt the world’s footprints

forcing even you to falter

but i will be there

my shoulder braces yours

my smile reminds you of your own

my hand keeps yours level

i am your souldier

as you are mine

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Speak

To my friends, for always listening & freeing me a little more each day

I don’t often speak about being mentally abused, but this is about more than just me. For all those who have suffered in skin or in spirit, no matter what shape your scars take: you are a survivor, I am touched every day by all that you are, and you are never, ever alone.

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consonants cause traffic jams

in the rush

for release

from

their white ridged confines

elbowing aside luckless scowling vowels

& artificially flavored filters

while whispering syllables

hatch an escape plan

over by bitter and sweet

i feel them tumbling around my tongue

an emotional recipe for uncertainty

mixed with the heady brew

of pain/trust/fear

uncaged

trailing meteor tail memories

the words spill out into the

suddenly frozen air

and i find myself

free

Fool’s Gold

Haunted, lacking, disturbed,

an atlas unshrugged seeking guidance,

I’m advised to

“Keep the faith.”

 

Where?

In my pocket?

Where its apt to be torn and misused

or wander off merrily with some spare change?

 

Maybe in my eyes

(apparently they’re the windows to my soul,

complete with coarse eyelash drapes & white welded shutters).

or buried in my hands,

humming along the lines of fate

with palms suddenly sweaty fluttering dervishes.

 

i think

i’ll keep it

in YOU

(not that i know you at all)

because blind faith in a stranger

is an endangered species,

too often mislabeled as

fools gold.

 

Maybe faith

is meant to be shared

and not kept at all.

Trust

Trust is a currency I know well

I’ve long trafficked in it,

demanding fines and taxes

for any breaches in regulation.

that is not to say

that I understand it

or even embrace it

Like all Coins,

it is edged, expendable

and capable of breaking

the backs of nations

or whispering cracks

into the ears of lovers.

I don’t know if I lost it,

skipping merrily away

lying on a curbside

for some unsuspecting bystander,

or if I ever even had it.

Maybe its time

to go back to the barter system.

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