i don’t care who gets the ring

who wears it

who has the lamps and the cleaning supplies and

don’t you know there are hearts now everywhere?

like the kind that said hellooooo

and after a long yawn

and that the stuff is no longer here

i don’t care

split it a million ways and could all be moved to the garbage dump

swimming in the Pacific gyre

sea of memories of times when they just sat

or spoke to tell story

and my heart goes up up

up up

rate goes up up


increase the value of the living beings i once (still do?) knew

as each inch of carpet is dissected like delicacy

everything has it’s price

but it won’t bring them back

neither will the picture frame

the desk

The vacuum

neither will the claims and tears and arguments of what a human heart is capable of feeling

that she didn’t have a limit on how much she put out

as did he

as did she

as did all of them

and my blood boils when i think of how we devour the unimportance of

what’s left

dilated and honed in pupils my heart beats at rebellious pace

to high pitched scream

in order to be grounded once again

in the midst of this greedy confusion

i hate



this stuff


when i looked at her i could see her heart

it wasn’t what i imagined 

in looked like wires and gears but organic

as if a flower had been cut in half and i could see the the center 

where stretched up for sun waiting for the bees, the ants, the butterflies 

then i looked down and saw my own heart

it looked like it was breathing

at the center like a string popped out in all sparkles and glimmer

it waved in the stillness cheerfully

like a metronome

i looked at hers but it was dull

it had lost the sparkle

everything functioned just the way it should

but it wasn’t the same

and in that moment i felt sad

i wondered is she felt sad too

someone explained she was a goddess

i wondered whether she felt anything

but she just laid there

heart near to motionless

the people i love

the people i love do not have the same color or shade of skin tone

they are beautiful and bright on their own two feet

stepping forward through the world leading with the largest hearts

these are the people i love

they believe that you can look people in the eyes

they give warmth

they give comfort 

they inspire strength and growth

these are the people i love

they are who i bring with me

who i think of throughout my day

who i ask for guidance

and ones who’s backs i have


whatever happens

because love can be strength and power in its own right

song about a heavenly gift

From the heavens

Fire blossom

Raining down joy

Raining down care

Telling us that some of the simplest, sweetest things are within

Within the heart 

A great beating 

The type that grows louder when it is being stifled

The type that will sound to you clearly as 

You move forward

Forward direction

Never deterring 

Not aggressive but assertive

Sometimes crawling is all you need to get somewhere

Sometimes all you need is to look

Looking at what is around

Taking in the readiness, the liveliness, the sparkle

Hold it in your hand

Bring it close so it glows upon your face

It is a gift

It is a gift to be thankful for

deep within the moon, the heart

there is a river deep within the moon

it is the kind that storybooks are made of

in your heart it looks the same

a river with a current that is so intensely strong 

both the moon and the heart go through phases

the river that runs through them keeps things moving

the moon is sometimes bright and bold, illuminating the night sky

the heart is sometimes dim and seemingly so far off

when you can’t see the moon but know that it’s there

when you can’t feel the heart but know that it beats

the moon can make you cry

the heart inspires wonder

and the river running through 

the heart 

the moon

it travels to the deepest part

the river knows how to clear

and how to get past sadness

and that excitement is not the end

and that you can go anywhere within

the moon

the heart

and be at any other

and the river carries secrets and wonder and time and desire

this, within the deepest part

of things no one can understand