in tune

you ever look

inside yourself?

all bloody and blue

fluids done built up,

all the passion done grew.

you ever dig out the weeds,

dig out the bad things?

i think that’s what we pose to do

gather the forest

the ever dying lull.

you ever have a green thumb?

know exactly what to work on?

you ever know the right ones to pick?

you ever rake out the leaves?

i think that’s what we pose to do—

gather unconditional love for eve

for being curious enough.

for being honest enough.

for being such a woman.

such a passionate woman.

such a notorious woman

to be remembered, so harshly.

to be judged prematurely.

—you ever think that of you?

you ever wonder what they think?

me? i wonder where this leads.

i wonder where this goes

i wonder do we find our power

after fully transitioning.

i wonder where eve goes.

i wonder if ever, she takes me.

i wonder if she takes me

—will i miss it here?

i bet, you’d miss the green

you miss the breeze

you miss the daze

you miss the ways of no worry

no responsibilities.

i bet you miss human things.

you ever protect yourself

from the outside world?

you ever sit alone

closed doors

in a zone?

you ever lock the war

outside?

___________

today, while i was writing

the war was outside.

the virus was spreading,

the love was gone.

i was looking for incense to burn.

i found one called “rain forest”

almost burnt it for you.

i thought—“but what if it manifests?”

what if the rain

spreads n spreads

beyond the fire;

beyond our being.

you ever concerned about the flood?

you ever find the flood arousing?

you ever look inside yourself?

all bloody and blue.

you ever dig out

the poison?

find the ruin,

find demons,

find fear?

new age

the matrix is draining

see-through, really

everyone wants to be

what the next person

wants to be

nobody likes the body

they were given

revisions unnatural

soul work on standby

the process stays

disrupted, mind

wandering.. spirit

wandering. no fulfillment

just satisfaction

temporarily. promise

land not always ripe

fruit and white roses.

sometimes you meet

heaven in the ugly things.

the matrix rejects

the ugly things so

i stand outside in

my truth undressed

no mask on, no lies

this way

i learn, i see

who’s dressed

the best

this is a sign to face

your addictions.

call them by their name.

take accountability

for the part you played,

and stay away for a while.

the sun

when people show you

themselves, believe ’em

blessings in disguise

god’s favor on you

mirror staring back at you,

god’s favorite tool

so now it’s—

onto the next, shit,

before the demons

get too comfortable.

before the demons

multiply. one on top

of another, slow dancing

with yours. dirty dancing,

oh my.. eyes meeting eyes.

your eyes locked on mine.

what a blessing

to circle back

on a familiar love.