22~20
“Echo Husband”
when we were young
your love was so loud
the older we got
how it faded away
though still together
after all of these years
whispers of your heart
i can hardly hear
Hail the Conquering Heroes, Hour Twenty-One
Hail, the Conquering Heroes
Spring’s monsoon rains and sudden hails
chase away the faint of heart hipsters
and wanna-be nature babies,
leaving campus paths through dripping trees
clear for we academic adventurous few.
Share my umbrella,
equally miserable
beneath broken ribs.
Hour 21 – Late Nights
Late nights turned early morning
Your arms are welcoming as ever
Nothing better than sleepy cuddles
With forehead kisses on top
Even when my mind is racing you still give me peace
Can’t wait to crawl into bed with you
Hour 21 Parapluie Mary Pecaut
Hour Twenty One Parapluie Mary Pecaut
Parapluie
No matter if it rains
No matter if it shines
If you’ve got an umbrella
You will be just fine.
Investment
The best investment you make
Is that within self
Change comes from within your soul
Woodland Gnome Bisexual
If yesterday you’d asked me
What type of gay am I
I’d tell you in an instant
I’m a woodland cottage bi
I’d like to live out all my days
Foraging for mushrooms
To cook in all sorts of ways
After giving baby boops to
I’d wander through the forest
Pick some berries, double back
Hidden in the trees like
A ninja lumberjack
But honestly, I’d rather
You just throw the cottage out
Let me live beneath the trees
Until my days run out
A pillow and a mattress
Lying on the forest floor
The breeze as my alarm clock
The skyline as my door
Hour 20 – Lovely
How lovely it is
To be the person you need
That you reach for with everything
To heal the wounds of my inner child
And prevent the wounds of yours
To foster your dreams and hopes
Nothing is more important
Newspaper Clipping Hour 22
The notorious Tapestry Killers, now known to be emanant psychologist Valkyrie Kerry and escaped convict Dyer-Bolique have been found dead at their secret get away home. The scene that met authorities was probably the most shocking of their lives. It is understood that the lovers literally tore each other to pieces in a moment of drug-induced passion.
Their reign of terror has resulted in over 20 deaths, police were baffled by the changing MOs, believed to be a by-product of their mutual love of questionable art. Remains of several other victims have been located in the basement, primarily bones in the furnace, but some disturbing accounts of cannibalism have surfaced.
The location of the property is currently being kept secret to enable a thorough and uninterrupted forensic analysis.
Alchemy
You wonder how
I turn iron into gold
Pain into laughter
Abuse into strength
Slander into self-worth
Disrespect into self-respect
Sexual abuse into chastity
Emotional imbalance into stillness
Mental conflict into problem solving
Trauma into wisdom
Savagery into kindness
Deceit into authenticity
Ten of swords into ten of cups
Chaos into contentment
Wounding into worship
Battle scars into healed armor
Disenchantment into dreams
Attempts upon my life into living
Existence into presence
Sandcastles into a palace
Perceived perfection into embracing weakness
War into inner peace
Squalor into great abundance
Hell into personal paradise
The matrix into awakening
Self sabotage into self reflection
Screaming lies into silent honesty
Low vibrations into high vibrations
Naivete into discernment
Hatred into compassion
Misunderstanding into clarity
Anxiety into self motivation
Depression into attention
Emptiness into wholeness
Brutality into empathy
Understanding into comprehension
A raging explosive inferno into a flicker of candlelight
Lost identity into finding myself
Passion into purpose
Poverty into generosity
Perceived aesthetics into depth
Theft into gifts
Rage into collected calm
Ugliness into beauty
Being knocked down into rising above
I walk by faith and not by sight
I transmute energy
And transform into the opposite
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Thus, I tread upon the path God paved
And I set my eyes to the sun and moon
Allowing the Divine to guide my way
Through and within Him, I found the way.
Hour 19 – I am Mother Nature
I bloom and reach for the sky,
Drink the sunlight and bathe in her warmth
I wither and fade
Making room for new life
I grow dormant and wait for the day
I can bloom again