I never want to be perfect

I want to be effective

In action and in love

I want to inspire above all

The idea that you are your greatest love story

Women, this is important

Love your self before any man

Spend time with your purpose before any one

Be selfish with all that is you.

No is a complete and valid answer, always.

Know yourself - your faults and blessings

Then look at yourself in awe of your humanity

You are the dream of your ancestors

With your great grand mothers blood running through you

You are whole just the way you are

More than enough and then some

I have a voice in my head, 

She's been here for many years. 

She talks about me all the time, 

I can't help but overhear. 

We have conversations, arguments, 

She tells me I'm insane. 

I tell her she's a hypocrite, 

She tells me I'm a pain. 

But I get horribly lonely, 

It's great to have her here. 

No one seems to understand me,

But my voice is always near.

Small kisses down your spine

we never sang hymns but

this is the closest I understand to worship.

There's not room between these sheets 

for two separate souls,

mine tripped and tangled in yours the second

our heartbeats set off racing.

Get whiskey-tipsy and tell me

every way you love me

with flashlights under the covers.

Tell me I am autumn sunlight

and I'll whisper

you're the forest I spill onto

and together we create such breathtaking scenes.

The sound of my gut

going through vacuum

My blood pumping organ panics

What was that awful tune?!

Words pour into my mind

I have to get it right

Should I or shouldn't I?

All this thinking makes my head feel light

This is the moment 

I've prepared my mouth for

But I'm not handsome,

dark, or tall!

Plus it seems that my mind 

just decoupled from my body

Cause no matter how loudly I screamed

Only I could hear me

'Squench!' 

There it goes again

The want to say something stinks!

And damn well it stings

And boils over like hot water

And the heart again beats harder

Well if you really want to leave

Go on then leave my body

Before you break a rib

I'm never going to say anything

And risk sounding stupid!

An over-worked teacher's greatest plea

"Please, God, let this snowy day save me!"

I love my job give it all I've got

But, by February I'm so shot

Fighting cold symptoms, bad attitude

I really could use a day to snooze

Just got the miraculous phone call

School's cancelled- let that snow fall!

I am not a painting

Which you can stand around

And discuss what features

Stand out, and which fall short.

I am not a slab of burger meat

For you to drool over

A place for you to

“Sink your teeth”.

I am not an art exhibit

Asking passers by

To stare at me

Or judge me.

I am a human

And I bleed real blood

I feel hurt and pain

And I do know real love.

You do not get to call me names

You do not get to point out “flaws”

You do not get to make me feel

Smaller than a bug.

You do not define me

In fact your words define yourself

So maybe you should watch

What comes out of your mouth.

Being youngest was my fate

 I always felt I had to wait

To go to school or hook my own bait

I had to wait to ride a bicycle 

My siblings did, I had a tricycle 

I had to wait for hand-me-downs

Not often did I go to town

A sense of inferiority

Seemed to have a hold on me

Even when the school did start

I didn't realize I was smart

That I was leading in the class

I thought that I was always last.

It took some time to understand

It's not the age that makes the man

Look at the thing, emotional age

The guts it takes to stand on stage

Some throw fits roll on the floor

While they're frickin' forty four

Spiritual age a child is ten

You love to see that child again

Fear of death at ninety two

No fear of death at twenty-two 

The young man took a look

Found answers in a Book 

Since I've aged accused to be

A milf of plastic surgery

I walk fast and laugh a lot

I'm not grey, my hair I got

I'm old on charts but I don't see

That age will ever bother me

Whispers are singing in my head

There's monsters growling under my bed.

I can hear them all the time

But....

I'm fine.

There are dead people

trying to talk to me

Trying to get me to give

messages to their baby.

They want them to live

a life that's happy.

But...

I'm fine.

Images of that fateful night

Flashes of blood and I try to fight

Don't get in my way,

flashbacks fright

Only straight jacket can help my plight

But I'm alright...

I'm fine.

Molten bodies melding,

fused in melody

only we can hear.

Burnished diamonds

of evening vault

rising as one

in reborn sky.

Passion painting

our souls,

limbs strengthening

when we tumble.

Gazes bound together

with silken thread.

Gossamer paper

wrapped tenderly

around hearts

in deep cobalt shadows

of dusk, pulsing.

Endless ecstasy

of seared skin

from before

time was born.