Jewel

My broken heart still beats
because it must
It has survived before
and it will survive again
I cannot forget
I will not forget
how this crack came to be
It is now an eternal part of me
To honor a life and memory
It will endure
in the sanctuary of my heart

If my heart is free
There is no mistaking it
Glowing inner light

Never Underestimate 
the Invisible War.

The desires of the heart
are enough to 
keep us living 
through several lifetimes. 

Her Heart Sings of Revolution.

Ribcage Cracked and Spread

My heart is open
and it is bleeding

Like a scalpel 
through my skin

Like my sternum 
cracked open

Like my ribs
spread apart

Like my stunned heart
beating in the air

I will not forget 
the scars

I will remember 
and I will fight

Until life rescinds
its gift

An iron heart must learn to forgive

I may be older 
But my heart is
No less heavy.

Your heart is
Liberated territory.
Defend it with
All your might. 

To Paraphrase Dennis

The best music you feel in 
your head
your heart and
your feet

My uncertain heart continues to beat
An arrangement between us
We press on together

Even the good among us
Live with sin in our hearts. 

On Hibernation

Winter can only slow the beating
Of a hibernating heart
It can never be cold enough
To kill the creature entirely

The Ocean Within Your Heart

Invisible Cycles

It's comforting and disconcerting
to see certain patterns play out
in the lives of those around us.

Most of us will play along with
established notions of normalcy
and be content in their security.

I remember high school and
the friend's home we would all
go spend our time at between

school and band. Lovely parents.
It was a shock to see that home
dissolve into bitter divorce.

They married young. He was in
the service and she wanted to be
with him. So it was for many years.

In time one of their daughters
married a friend of mine right out
of high school. So it went.

Airforce. Deployment. 9/11.
Middle East. Stationed back home.
A home. A child. A divorce.

I see the pattern emerging once
more. I hope it turns out better
for these two young ones.

Have you heard of the wind
scattering seeds to the four corners
of the world?

Ride the wind. Close your eyes.
Weightlessness. We will come to rest
where we must.

Broken hearted but 
your tongue is still working

There's a part of me thats died
that wishes to live again

Cut out my soul

to make room

in me

Don't let the snakes back into your heart

If you want a revolution
light the fire
in your heart!