Tea Time

Pining for the last drops of oolong
My tounge laps up the nectar
I wipe my chin
A muscle memory
My mind drools as I savor it slow
Swimming in pools of chinese tea
You- swimming naked
Taste my oolong lips
Sweet and fresh
Take my chin from me
Regurgitate the salivation
Trickling from my wanton mind
Savor the drops of oolong
Pine for the delicate flavor
There's one drop left
Share your rare nectar
With the tea master

Jaded Mantra

Living attached to the echos of a 1990's mantra
"Why Care"
Inundated in consumerism
Longing to detach from the soul
Since infancy
Never deserving to live thousands of years like the men of old
In a cigarette society
Live fast and absurdly destructive
Vastly obscure- comforting
Ambition drives the mortal body to unforetold magic
by men of old
The kingdom of death built
Treacherous, if granted more years

The musician is kept sad and detached
Sorrow without reason
Swimming in stagnant shallow pools of unforgiven tears
Swimming? No, floating
Pinned beneath countless warm bodies
The type of warmth evoking vomit
The musician is kept sad and cold
What is he singing of?
Is it a past relationship, his label, his friends, his lover…
They keep his words pained
It should have grown old

What a horrendous glimpse of the future
For the men of old
Teenagers angst is beautiful and wrong
Society lost her teeth long ago
Fighting and change- constant penetration
Left her numb and cold
She will let her teenage children take their lives
As they echo that ancient 1990's mantra
"Why Care"
Ribbons of truth are too permanent
For the young mortal body
Too resounding for the immortal soul

Post-Teen Angst

Will you come along with me tonight?
I want to get angsty
My life is great and my future is bright
You are young and you are full of life
But I think we can act dead inside
It'll only take five minutes
I'll paint my eyes black and throw on a hood
Turn my smile off and scowl at the world

Smoke this cigarette with me
Let me drive fast, loud and dark
Roll down your window for good shivers
Lets pretend with sinister whispers
That our lives are much grimmer.

Dont wash your shirt or hair
Wait outside your house I'll meet you there
Pretend you don't care about me
Or anything
Think about how the world is dying
And we can punch walls
Get our knuckles bruised

Lets be angsty tonight, just me and you
Because sometimes I miss being sad
And having nothing good to be or do

He Said I Was Evil

I am going to be the fire in your chest
Carcinogen drags from my lips
Will tourch your fresh lungs
Like trip wires in mine fields
Explosions destroying the fertile soil of your mind
You tread lightly
But not for long
I've made shackles for your strong legs
Ones
Of pain, desire, fear, misery-
Ones of total lust

I'll pull you in
Beyond what sin could condemn your guilty conscience of
Beyond seas of stars
Beyond flaming light eminating from my dazzled skin
You will crawl towards me
Beg to be free
My fire is inescapable
Desire has left you frail
Freedom is as light as charred bones
And because you know
I will take you there

Drowning in an Ocean of Souls

Recently I have been very reflective of my personal life, journey, and ever moving state of being. Whenever leaves begin to fall beckoning winter, and the tyrannical icy winds begin their reign, something old and deep is restored in me. On this particular winter break, I have remained a lowly gypsy, dancing in and out of the detailed lives of friends and acquaintances made friends in lovely little gusts of motion. Though I have dived fully into the lives of others, and enjoy submerging myself in their persons, it simultaneously causes me to think hard on myself, and extract meaning and understanding of my breath.

A new lense has been leant to me upon with to filter these ideas, and God has graciously cleaned it for me. And that is, that with every person is this pull between an infinite, unmovable weight, and an unbearable lightness of freedom.

So here I am. Here we all are: cemented to this physical tangible, inescapable, crushing reality of earth. We are a droplet in a viscus network of fluidly moving lives. Some flow in streams, some oceans, some seas and lakes, with the occasional and violent storm- we find ourselves moving along time and reality in a giant swirling, uncontrollable body of souls. To realize all the intricate, important and real lives living around you is to choke on ocean water, or to be pummeled by a wall of sea. We find ourselves, inevitably, chained to our physical realm and concerns. But this is something we know. We are used to the throws of life. We expect most, not all, of life's turns and tides, and are comforted by the gravity this existence gifts us.

And then were asked to turn our eyes away from the sea and look up to the heavens. And there we see God removed from what binds us. Perhaps sometimes angry, resentful, and always with a great deal of frustration we look up at him and wonder why. Why must we be shackled so if only to be ultimately untethered. Why must we sink in an ocean of dying souls and never ending human complexity when he is free? Why?

But instead of answers to any of life's mysteries or gnarled questions, he lets down a small string from his fingers- one that would never support the weight of my body, or burdened soul, and pulls us up. We find in this strange moment that we are free, ascending somewhere closer to heaven. The weight of our existence vanishes, and we transcend like a vapor, from the world that binds us. In this experience I have come to find he does not pull us out with him- he pulls us into him- into his freedom.

In this utterly light suspension, He may show us glimpses of how he sees us, how he sees the world, most importantly how he sees that ocean of souls. And instead of fighting currents, choking on waves, or drowning underneath the depth of others, I find myself gently gliding through people, on his back. He guides me towards new waters, and with my sight above, I have all clarity and perception.

This is the most indescribable experience I seek to muse upon. But what I have learned, is though sometimes I long to dive into the deep end of earth and warm my arms with the comforting pull of its shackles, and though I have not yet known the full transcendence of life, I am most content to ride through life with God wading me through those waters. Life is so beautiful! The people, conversations, experiences, and journeys he wants us to take are infinite and scary and unfathomable but they are also filled with humans. If theres one thing I know about myself its that I have been given a love for people that I wish to match with my Savior. Life in shackles is dark and romantic and exciting, but I believe I have been called to a weightlessness that can only be bearable with the loving kisses of my God.

The poetry I will be sharing with you all today is about love. Its  about human connections. Its about higher powers. And its about sorrow. I hope you find some pleasure in hearing these musings, and perhaps, connect with some truths I have found in my own life. The first poem I will share with you guys is:

Vows of the Enchantress

I am going to make you fall in love

You don’t deserve an inch of me

But I’ll make you want it

Expose you to all of it

When I take you there-

To the depths of my dark soul

-You’ll be gasping for air

-You’ll be all alone

I’ll make you know

What your heart has never had

I will make it glow red

Not exclusive to passion,

I’ll fuse it to a new light of life

You’ll wonder who I am and

What you have become

I will hurt myself playing

With the fire in your lungs

But that's the price

Of raising hell

I will bury your body down that well

And you’ll wish

But never be released

From my spell