Modern Witch
A collection of poems
Warped
Millions of stars are a million miles away
My ship will never get there in time
I don’t worry about being late
I don’t worry about missing it
I keep pictures to myself
And meditate that shit
Because worries are for yesterday
I’m now, I’m now, I’m now
Ain't bothered by anything they say
Brains vibrating in an old school way
Baggage bursting
Boasts, brags and instagrams
Click click click you’re slipping away
I’m now, I’m now, I’m now
My ship is my body my temple my soul
Locked in a room with no where to go
I see it all, bird’s eye view, in a mirror
The view is insane, couldn’t be any clearer
I put down my camera a century ago
And logged off of Facebook an hour ago
Sitting here in my mind
Breath slows and it steadies
I channel, I see, I dream, I fortell
Only a fool can see nothing is not going well
A tarot card fool, an enlightened machine
When the ship jumps through time will you put down your screen?
Incantation
Stars cells bells and chimes
Rings and rhymes
Buzzing blurring twirling
Swirls unfurling
Timelines spread left right and down
Sacral solar throat and crown
Open vortex, open wide
No where can no longer hide
Release
Heavy heart of baggage
Shuffling along with arms full
Stuffing, grabbing all that falls
These walls. These walls. These walls.
Zippers burst, seams split, threads asunder
It falls. It falls. It falls.
The last of what I carried.
Empty bags, worn, jaded, done
The muscles free but crimped
come back to life
force
Becoming
Visions glide, slide, reveal
A mission filled with utmost zeal
Loft but no zealotry
Eyes wide open, three to see
Encounters willed, pulled, drawn to source
Stay the course. Stay the course.
When all completes there’s nine to see
Trunk and roots make up the tree
Growing grand, tall, wide and pure
Its broken branches burn
to make a fire of light so bright
that night is day
and day is white
Breath
Campfires replaced by three-inch screens
of static images and dancing frames
An interconnected static buzz of
mes and mores
Open an internal channel
and need nothing
but feelings moving through
the wind
galactic passerby
Exhale your hurts
and be soothed by silence
Lifeforce
Winding down winding up
a marble spins inside a cup
Circles circles faster till
a spill a spill a spill
what kind of liquid drips uphill?
its historic influence undenied
macrocosms cannot hide
the vial, the mirror, the baton
handed off then turned on
in bodies we so gently cherish
until such time
as the magic trick
fools no one.
Coming Back
heart aches, cakes bake, nothing sleeps
that isn’t awake
when i do my work
portals align and those who know
will show will show
together we go
inside the machine
inside out and outside in
we spin and spin and spin
till dark days fly above the sky
and our tears usher in
a balance so full
we almost forget we ever forgot
Purification
the desert calls to me like a low hum
air conditioners or generators or earth birth pain
vibrating me out of my comfort zone
invisible agitators
electric spasms
shocks startles cleanses
the hurt of 1,000 lifetimes
miniaturized into cell storage
that's partially closed for a remodel
a grand new structure taking form
fluid
a humble drop of water
keeping the sand from blowing in circles
for another 10,000 years
Love
Love from angels is heavenly
but earnest earth humans
digging through trenches
admitting blind spots
letting go
in the face of
fear
are divinity in its rawest form
and command the respect of a peanut gallery
10 universes over
Wizardry
Cast a spell on Facebook
it’s liable to be trouble
attractions likes and loves
eating at your soul
Toil at your keyboard
crimped fingers and bones
rapping, tapping, tapping
Edgar Allan Poe
might friend request you
Timeless
Do you accept, do you allow
all cyber passerby
to suck your immortal spirit dry?
Or do you play in a protected space
where selfies are forever more
a boring useless thankless chore
and branding rules are heretofore
banished
vanity emojis
vanished
and small whispers reach your ear
with a vibration so subtle
you never use all caps again?
Challenges
Christ walked into the desert
- no, this is not a joke -
While winds enveloped him
he heard the words
“simmer down”
which became a Bob Marley song later
but which Christ took to mean
"fall back into your breath
want nothing
and heaven is here”
How long did it take him to simmer down?
"The desert makes it easy," he told me
“Try doing it in a big city."
Metamorphosis
Restless legs is a syndrome
Do our bodies betray us
or is the universe
giving creative energy
that goes unutilized
Anxiety swells peaks explodes
the framework that is keeping society
together, so they say
Institutions are not our friends
Who are we to trust ourselves so little
or stay so small
Old buildings will crumble along with legacies
not rooted in harmony
joy and freedom
We don’t point and laugh as we are too busy
admiring one another’s aerial maneuvers
Just Look
Wonders never cease
Literally
Complete
In a past life I was a fly
who buzzed a picnic
ate potato salad
and watched three sunsets
before expiring
Those with eyes to see,
Jesus said
don't need compound eyes
just a grateful heart
Swatting a mosquito makes sense
until one recognizes
it's carrying a message
and it's not about your blood type
I itch a lot because
the universe wants to aliven me
and sometimes i just stare at my computer
addicted to reading summaries of summaries
how much is new in this world
how much is regurgitations
would we choke less
if we spit out more
in our guts is all the genius
we overfill them
because genius is crazy and crazy
is two steps away from
digging in a dumpster
i'd rather risk eating trash
like a fly
and thank the universe
for letting me see its glory from this perspective
Appreciation
A still flower radiates
the qualities we hide
inside ourselves
Softness, openness
and the ability to
reveal our magic
in the most unassuming way
If we take time to allow
radiance in
to absorb it
to ingest it with our eyes,
we could uncover
a portal so obvious
we will kick ourselves in
dismay