A Sea Horse and a Whimsical Angel

Fairies and Sea Horses take me away
I cherish their magic.
I whisper prayers
I thank whimsical angels
I fold up all my old letters
smile
sometimes cry I suppose.

Everyone has a story to tell
prison robes felt
rainbow that came after the rain
I cradle mine
and listen to yours.

I search out my song
listen to silence when needed.

I place a fence around my garden
my garden that is me.
I let in what will cause my garden to grow.
I think of of the times I failed
saw wilted stones
tossed them into a lake
skipped time
skipped me.

Gentle flowers sing.
They leave a delicate fragrance
they dance when the wind is right.
I prop them with a stick and gentle cords
they await my compliant sighs.

Sometimes
I cannot swim in this sea
close the wrong doors
open the right ones
decipher my worth here
and yet
I hear those flowers panting.

I write about fairies
whimsical angels
musicians of the heart
I post their pictures high.
I hope that I can still reach them later
when later arrives.

I get tired of hearing of dead robins
and yet
I cannot help but run to their rescue.
I feel their last breath
hold their fate
and mine
I can only sigh at theirs.
I cry for them.

I drew a sea horse.
I will mount it and it will take me home.
I will gather all the roses
and dead robins in the yard.
All the angels and fairies will meet me
past that last star
no longer bleeding.
I will wrap up wounds
with ribbons and bows
and we will leave them there.

Tiny Angels and New Years Resolutions

Tiny Angels That Bleed and This Journey Called Life, I Write My New Years Resolutions


This journey
life its called
this karma free for all
back and forth a saviors hell
attempts to speak to tiny angels.

In the lore
place mats on my table
protect the meal from wear.
Understood circumferences
worn
back and forth
never ends.
Perhaps that's the plan after all?

I write my journey
keep track of all those notes.
Plans for the future
watch ocean tides
chances for revival
blossoms on a tree.
I see tomorrow and me.

I spread my wings
fairy dust does coat each stroke
miracles tied
ever so cleverly
with a shipping vessels ropes.

Pelted with regret at times
undefined
yet
meeting too much definition.
Keep it still
float that boat
lift up my sail
bitter past
bitter note.
Lift up that sail
now, tomorrow and me.

Tiny angels that bleed
Angels never used to fall.
One fairy stood her ground
she stayed for me.

Gathered ideas
posted their lessons
weighed claims.
Rolled up useless
stored it anyway.

Each trial she met
an architects drawing
have to understand perspective
or buildings will fail.
I feel the edges
I scream that dream
so I can hear it.
Decode its secrets.

Five bottles left
they contain my rhythm
define the borders
at all cost.

Past rules and decisions
I define my fate.
If I don't watch myself
I will walk all over
stomp in the ground
that designated pathway
without a humble sound.

Hope in the seeing
sameness as an enemy
dig out those worn down pathways
dusty plans
redesign their voices
hear them clear
and every single day
reject their fading dots.