The castle -- my rulers with their instruments of rule -- are all I have to be happy about. They bring protection, not division, unity, not fear.
Moving with the change of life, I ask that goddesses teach art as love and life.
I ask that love bring life.
I ask that caring is the world's home.
Omens of life are laughter and beauty.
I grieve the nature of failure (its line of answers and peace).
My need to be safe is the need to be my own laughter.
I can not be my own fool.
If you wish for love, then ask what is veiled?
I am with that vulture who is my death.
I see myself in her dream: She is need for her own poem.
I have brought her pain sans love. She is not here for my lessons.
I made Jamie feel failure. It was cruel to be her gay roach.
Everything that makes me love people is also that which makes me kill my own dreams.
[Just said that to my mother]
I do not have the answer to moments of fear.
No one wants books because they are raw.
Law bores families.
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