WeightHow is it that I feel so heavyUnder the crushing heat of summerAnd so light against the rushing windOf the fall?
Which Way?However you die,With a sword in your chest(which some say is best),With an arrow in your back,Or in your sleep,You are stillDead.
Dream Poem: UnhinderedWill I care?When the bright stars turn to greyWill I murmur in dismayAnd sleep through the dawn?
MattersAll the little things that bug meLike mosquitos in my earThey're really nothing specialNothing worth complaintReally all that mattersIs who I choose to beAnd how I go aboutMaking it happen
No WorriesWhether my heart beatsJust because I want it toOr by some whimsical chanceI live and breath the summer sunThat deepens green and dries the dustAsh-soft to my toesRunning is runningAnd doesn't need a reasonWhether I find somePath in this wildernessI'm carefree to the coreI don't need to knowAnywhere I'm goingSooner or later I'll be there
Just LoveDon't go looking for loveAs if you need to pick and chooseDon't all things need it?Is there not beauty everywhere you look?So stop lookingAs if some things are worth ignoringDon't think you're worth ignoringAnd you won't be lovedI love the mud that squishes beneath my feetI love the thorns that teach me to be waryI love the shit that makes me laughI love the pain that makes me strongerI love the death that makes life preciousI love the assholes that remind me of my mannersI love the idiots that remind me to think before I actI love the world that is not perfectBecause it is not perfectI love youNot because you are funny or smart or cuteNot because of who you are or what you doI love youBecause love is good
The Guilt TripLittle gardens live forlornThe way that redwoods here had grownFirst when freedom struck its sparkAnd summer lightning left its markTo winter kill beneath the barkThe winter we awaitDearly pay for what you buyThe droning constant in the skyThat acid tears let when it cryAnd monuments of wars gone byDeface and render dustLonger roads than eyes can seeLine the plains where hills should beTopsy turvy ways of manFumbling, foiling nature's planFinding meaning where they canBeneath the rubble madeReap the bounty that you sowBreak your back and bridges bowSink your haughty heart belowWith the weight of all you knowYou wrought upon the world
Traveler Part 1The traveler makes her way through the woodUnder the swishing skirts of the pinesShe closes her arms against the coldAnd peers at the shadows as day declines