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I am a person of hearts aplenty;
One loves Krishna,
One beats for Yahweh,
One thumps for Jehovah,
One keeps rhythm for Allah,
Another, kowtows at the feet of Buddha,
There’s an aortic feed that kneels to Jesus Christ,
And, also I possess a life pump for Muhammad,
Many hearts have I;
One for the breeze through the trees, and the birds who’s flight it is taken upon,
One for the many-colored sky that serves as the backdrop for his brother’s love,
One for the deep of the sea,
One for what therein contains,
Another for the shallow of the shore,
Many different hearts, I have, that keep time for the multitude of flora and fauna which fill the
gap between the oceans and the space above the highest peak,
One exists for humankind,
And one remembers when the arms that held you were mine.

I’ve let my longing sing
So my lungs take no peace
In hopes another part may collapse
And be offered under your feet

With sharp notes of tune
Where my tongue begin to bleed,
In hopes you’ll finally listen
And hear my constant plead

Where wanting and desires grow
All and nothing I have to offer,
In spite of all my grieving torment
For your love I’ll always suffer

If not for you then for another
As eager longing begin to burn,
In spite of trials I continue to sing
This only song I have ever known

Sung to a catchy island beat, the second use of the word August is pronounced in a way to rhyme
with the word, trust

My lady was my best friend. None could be sweeter
She came with a smile. Every time I greet her
She’s good with a knife. So I never beat her

But, she hates island life. Says it just depletes her
So I find a better job. Now I take the Prozac
My work will soon kill me. By stroke or cardiac
I hate my long work days. All pull and no slack
So I quit the next day. My tub is my new shack

Water line up, I be smokin’
Water line down, I be strokin’
All alone, so there’s no pokin’
Seriously, I’m not jokin’

The rent is due on Monday. And I’m not so rich
I sent the check on Sunday. To the landlord bitch
I post it with no stamp. So I made the switch
Postman told her Tuesday. New he is her snitch

The sun shines all day. From August to August
I moved in with brother. The only man I trust
His lady is a Beauty. Now I have the lust
My shorts are getting’ tighter. To the tub I must

Water line up, I be smokin’
Water line down, I be strokin’
Think’ bout Beauty, so there’s no pokin’
Seriously, I’m not jokin’

Another day goes by. From the tickin’ of the clock
Another year slips by. From the growth of my dreadlocks
Another chance with Beauty. Can this door be locked?
Tubbin’ ain’t just bathin’ and roosters ain’t just cocks

Water line up, I be tokin’
Water line down, she be strokin’
Here with Beauty, so lots of pokin’
But serious man, I’m not jokin’

She said I don’t think
You love me
As I silently melted at the
Slight curve in her neck
And imagined its taste
And then kissed it softy

She said you rarely smile
At me
As the sun bathes her beauty
In radiance, and turns her words into music.
It hid my smile as she warmed me
Just standing there

She said I think I love you more
Than you love me
As I remained in that awkward position
To see her snuggle in, watched her sleep and
whispered into
Her ear, to bring intimacy
To her dreams

You never show me
That you love me, she said,
As she adjusted her feet
To get a better massage
and felt the
Warm spring breeze, as she
Supped the tasty meal I made
for her

If you loved me
You would surprise me,
She said
As she gasped in
Astonishment when
We rounded the bend
To that glorious view
She had never knew existed

I don’t think you love me
She said
Before she shuddered in explosions
Through the night

I wonder if you love me
In many ways beyond what
You write,
She said
As she raised her head from my
Chest as her nap ended
And I brushed her beautiful hair

Tell me you love me,
She said
And all I could do was smile
So perhaps she is correct.
I guess I do not love her
And I smiled like the crescent moon

Be careful with the wolves out there –
That go traipsing around in human skin
Eyes of glowing nightdark
They seek hearts to devour.
It’s a new generation and they’re hungry
Teeth like kitchen knives, fingers like daggers
They’ll snick your head off like taking tape
For the crime of showing a heart of paper
To crumple, and set on fire
The eighties and the nineties weren’t like this
And I look around in horror
As the trash fires burn rampant on every corner –
What the hell happened?
My heart – my poor heart was once a brimming treasure chest
But the dark world transmutes and transfigures
Hopes fly in like paper airplanes
And never sail out again.

We’ve broken things and smashed them,
torn them to pieces,
burned them and buried them.
Words left unspoken,
Love left unmade.
You took everything that I had,
and then you left me where I laid.

You soaked me with your love,
but then you hung me out to dry,
leaving me with nothing,
nothing but loneliness and pain inside,
when you said your goodbye,
and though you have spread your wings,
and taken flight,
we are still bound together,
by the lost things that remain.

I search in my heart,
And I search in my soul,
Where the lost things have gone,
I fear that I shall never know.

Remembering how everything,
used to glisten and gleam,
every single night I am ripped apart,
torn at the seams,
for all of these lost things,
still haunt my dreams.

I’ve climbed over mountains,
and travelled through valleys.
I’ve run through forests,
and swum across oceans.

I have dug holes,
in every lawn that I have seen,
and dove in every body of water,
whether murky or pristine.

Are they here?
Are they there?
You took everything when you left,
then dropped it everywhere,
as if you didn’t ever care,
now, I stand naked and broken,
with nothing left to bare.

The answers to the questions,
about where your love went,
I search for all over,
for every last drop that you spent.

The way you used to hold me close.
The way you melted when I touched you.
The way it felt when we became one, instead of two.
The way you said that no one could ever love me like the way you do.
The way your eyes smiled, when I lived inside them.
The way you yearned for me, to heal any problem.

These are the lost things,
that torture my soul,
and on the left side of my chest,
have left a gaping hole.

We are forever tied together,
by these lost things,
with deaf promises,
and invisible rings,
books with blank pages,
and sold-out theaters with empty stages.

Did you have to steal my heart?
Couldn’t you just have borrowed it?
No, you had to keep it for yourself,
please tell me where you left it.

Memories and phantom sensations,
hangovers from romantic intoxications.
These things used to be in a present state,
they used to be real.
Inside my body and my whole heart,
in a drunken stupor,
is where I lived.

But everything is gone now.
How could we have ever ended up this way?
Never could I have imagined,
that my love for you,
would over welcome its stay.
I kneel down to the ground,
and I wish, and I pray,
that my love for you,
might be welcomed back someday.

Until that day comes,
where you and I can find each other once more,
floating around in the infiniteness of space,
and in the womb of time,
these lost things shall remain.

If I leave you, you’ll be trodden black
Or cut down by the mower’s shear
Or smothered by the Northwind’s cloak
At the dying time of year.

But if I cut your life-days short,
& bring your carcass to her.
Then every time she looks at me
I’ll see your long gone lustre.

Love is cursive handwriting and stacking bricks.

I thought love was birdsong, and it is, but a mirror.

Love builds empires and starts countless wars.

It finds footing on ice skates, and it agonizes so deeply.

You can duly cry out in joy and sob in anguish.

Love waits at the bus stop patiently,
and sometimes it leaves without even
a glance backwards or a small wave goodbye.

Other times it stays even when you beg it to leave.

All bubble and bruised, I pitied you
With puffy brown eyes, I pitied you
Lashes watered in tears, I pitied you

As he held you, I pitied you
Ever since your birth, I pitied you
My husband already knows, I pitied you
Because I birthed you, I pitied you
So you grow, I will pity you.

I pitied your stomach
I pitied your lungs
I pitied your hands
I pitied

All along, she poured into cups that weren’t hers
Filling them to the brim until they overflowed with loving kindness
But losing herself in the precious process of building other people up
She plucked daises made of empty promises that she intended to keep tucked away in a jar
The flowers would wilt yet she’d continue to search for more
However, she couldn’t pick enough
Stooping down whenever she saw others in need
Yet letting her crown slip a time or two while bending over to scoop other people’s lives off the
ground
She tiptoed over daises and refused to let other people wilt under the pressure of their world
But it was hard to lift others while her life lay crumpled beneath her feet
It was a beautiful life, but one with splinters and secrets and shame
She often cut her sweaty palms on the edges but patched herself up and continued to ride the
waves of her life
With each papercut came tougher palms, and made from bitterness and beauty and heartbreak
Still, she moved on
She kept up her pace, and continued to pick up others up but learned something along the way
She didn’t have to lose herself while helping others
She didn’t have to swoop down and save everyone she loved
She didn’t have to be the hero in everybody’s story
As long as she continued
To be the hero in her own.
And despite the cuts and scrapes
Despite the bloody palms and blisters that boiled and burned
And despite the overwhelming task of feeling like she need to save others,
She BLOOMED.