It’s the patriarchy

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

*

They don’t care

About their violent past

Boys will be boys

Women always coming last.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

*

It’s the patriarchy

White old men think they suffer

While we burn and bleed

They yell and scream, “crush her!”.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Watch the evil white men cry

Don’t let them down now

Brush away the pain, whitewash the lie.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

 

Doors

Let me back in

How do I get back in

He is on one knee

Holding her hand

Begging, crying

~

I don’t know she says

The door is stuck shut

It melded there

From the heat of my despair

From the warmth of one million tears

~

He knows now the harm

That he has pressed into her soul

The pain that has sealed the door shut

The violence he did not mean to harm her

And he throws himself against the door

~

Again and again

He pounds on the stuck iron

That protects her heart

That keeps her safe

And he eventually realizes

~

He realizes that he created it

The immovable door

The heavy protection around her heart

And now he must search

For a key to unhinge the lock, to swing open the door.

~

Or he must find his way back

Spend his lifetime slowly picking away

At the door with a heartfelt love

Until the metal wears thin

As thin as a veil

~

And the veil is swept away

The lovers meet again

Bound by the heart

Strengthened by the healing

Held together as one.

 

 

I dreamed last night

I dreamed about you last night
And for those moments
Or was it hours…?
I was hopeful, happy
Everything was good and right.
*
And then I woke up
Rain pounding on the cold tin roof
Wind screeching in my ears
And the tears came back
What to do now?
*
How to get back to that
The feeling of good and right
To let go of what’s holding me here
To walk closer to, into
The dreams of last night.

I don’t want

*
I don’t want
this time to slip by
While you posture and postulate.
*
I don’t want
to feel this way
Full of anger, and full of hate.
*
And there you are
Saying women delay telling
And therefore it must be a lie.
*
I don’t want to tell my story
‘Cause you don’t believe hers
Far too often, all I did was cry.
*
I am done, I won’t cry anymore
Out of fear and out of agony
I will cry out the anger, again.
*
The world don’t need
Your same old thing
Spewing out, like a never ending rain.
*
I don’t want to remind you
What you say matters
There will be consequences
*
I don’t want to divide us
Yet, too much suffering
It’s building dividing fences.

 

She writes

She writes about her dreams

Of fleet feet and flying fantasy

Winning it all

Her dreams precede her

Into the dark of night

Where the stars seem nearly attainable

Though hidden within a blanket of wildfire smoke

Her dreams lift her spirit

To that place where true Soul flies free

Everything is possible

The surreal becomes palpable

Ethereal emerges, an effable reality

She dreams

Time melts like Dali’s clocks

Thoughts spinning realities

Carried away again

Riding on the coattails of the imagined

She may get lost or not found

Dreaming her small life away

 

Suffering

A baby not meant to live

A toddler’s tiny body overcome with illness

A teen making the wrong choices

A man broken, fighting his addictions

A middle-age person, grieving his losses

An elder, lonely from the inside out

Suffering….

A child running out, unable to dodge the car

A parent striving to get their child the care they need

A mother saying goodbye to her babies

A man caught up in his own delusions

A person feeling never ending avarice

A life so shattered, the desire to end it grows

Suffering….

A fear so large that it consumes the mind

Anxiety felt deep within the gut

Spasms, tremors, constant pain

Fever so high that seizures happen

Withdrawing from addictive substances

No more answers, no more choices

Suffering….

It is the human condition

It is you, it is me

Listen to what the Buddha said

Attachment and aversion lead to suffering

Sit here now, close eyes, breathe

And accept the suffering.

Suffering….

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t

Don’t ask me about infinity

Or the time we nearly died

Don’t make my mind think like that

I know now that we lied.

Don’t tell me it will all be better

That life works out that way

You know I don’t believe it

Still ain’t scared of your judgement day.

So don’t ply me with you smile

And ask me to do what’s good

Don’t let me think this is love

Or that you treat me like you should.

Don’t ask me

Cause I ain’t scared

Don’t tell me

I’ll never be prepared.

Don’t call me

I won’t answer anyway

You don’t scare me

It’s meant to end this way.

 

 

I Believe in You

I never believed in much

But I believe in you

I believe you can heal yourself

And start over all anew.

*

I never cared too much

But I care deeply for you

I believe you can grow deeper

And to your own dreams you’ll be true.

*

I never knew too much

Oh, but I knew about love

I studied you from up close, also from afar

And I can see love moving through you from above.

*

I never cried too much

Until you came into my life

Those tears watered my soul

And I have grown through the strife.

*

I never believed in too much

But I believe in you

Until the end, until the last breath

And this life melts away into the blue.

 

 

Gratitude

Open up your heart

Practice a little gratitude

All you have been blessed with

Making note will change your attitude.

A simple cup of coffee

Thanks be to all being who made it happen

A smile on a child’s face

The joy when they are laughing.

Snowflakes falling, swirling about

Cold grey skies above

Being able to play in white fluff

Skiing, skating, doing the things you love.

A job, a career

A place to work and grow

Colleagues who are kind and caring

Learning to accept and let go.

Health, wellness, and well being

Enables us to share with others

Gifts of loving kindness

Sharing wisdom passed down from ancestral mothers.

Let’s practice this all year long

And live in our place of gratitude

Let’s remember to care for self

And create those shifts in attitude.

 

 

 

#MeToo

I was 14
He was my track coach
I thought he was one of my best friends
He was 31
#MeToo
~
My brother left me alone
With his friend’s cousin
I didn’t want to
But…
#MeToo
~
He said to me
It’s not over until
I say it’s over
And so it was
#MeToo
~
He also said to me
I love it when you get drunk
You will do anything
When you are drunk
#MeToo
~
Three doctors
They touched me, one causing pain
Lacking all sense of decency
One was a woman
#MeToo
~
At work as a nurse
Arms wrapped too tight
What would he say?
Nothing, he’d knock you out
#MeToo
~
There’s more
Too much more
And I wonder why
I am how I am
#MeToo
~
Every woman
Our young girls
Every vulnerable being
Deserves better
#NoMore
#StandUp
#MeToo