Conspiracy Theory

Sometimes,
just sometimes mind you,
She conspires.
She plots with Her coven
to bring you
where you need.
To be.

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The train that doesn’t come
the gentle wisdom from a stinky bum

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with Fate She shares a cup of chai,
Circumstance and Her get really high

Expectation…
well….
She missed that call,
cuz She and Chance are at the Ball
enjoying the wonder of it all.

Floating across the sparkly floor
always having, ‘just one dance more’

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She’ll carry you in strong, gentle arms
and drop you in the midst of harms
but She’s always there to see it through
She’ll never leave, She’s in love with you.

Gasping Stars and Burning Suns
Her’s is not for chaste praying nuns.

Warriors one and all cry out,
“Mother, we know without doubt,
We Know, We KNOW”, they laugh, dance and sing
together with Her.
And She is always.
Spinning.

Yesterday’s —–

Growing,
When it should be fading back,
When it should be fading black.

The further it flees,
the shadow grows
greater,

Obscured
Blurred,
And ideal.

The memory
is faint

The feelings
as warm as a sunny winter’s day.

Boxes

Are places to put things when you are done with them.

Even when they are not done with you,
put them in a box-
You can always come back,
or put them away and forget them forever.

I have a closet full of boxes.
But not enough lids.
And so things spill out…

From time
To
Time.

To remind me
of what was put aside.

Emptiness

is a good thing.

You can fill it up with stuff.

Like memories, and hopes, and dreams-
and fears.

And then you can hide in it,
forever.

Hide from all that scares you.

Or you can pack it away.

And live.

Tell me love,

Where will you put your emptiness?