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Gardening Secret

I am oceanic The trenches my mind can reach Have not yet been discovered or studied I will forever be the woman  That says too much Feels too much Loves too much  Thinks too much Cries too much On that note It is a good thing I am my prettiest when I cry This week I am pushing supermodel level I take care of my flowers  Wondering If it’s the water from the hose  Or the fertilizer of my tears That nourishes them the most   They bloom from my sorrow It is why my flowers are seemingly endless The secret to my garden is sadness

With Eyes Like Mine (Brendon)

I saw death in your eyes A pale green void Fixated on something Much too far away You just went dark The lights went out with eyes wide open Sitting then slumping in a chair My fingers jerked you by your hair Get up motherfucker Get up I didn't sign up for this But I am the president of this How can I not see What's clearly in front of me I am desperately more naive Then I ever claim to be Your vacant eyes will haunt My fitful dreams tonight I left you there unconscious on the floor I can only hope you are alright I am sorry that you lied And I was just dumb enough Too good to be true You called your own bluff

Crushed Petals

Women are silent flowers Prettiest when quiet We do not wilt When they crush our petals Strip our leaves Our divine feminine roots Remain and regenerate Exquisite briars sharpen We are walking targets With bullseye breasts Shot with shame From the moment of fertility The blood of life Natural as breath Yet taboo table talk Be a beauty, wear lipstick Just not that particular shade Of sunburnt whore Look nice, paint your nails But not the same dark red That will stain his sheets When he's had his way with you Why don't we report our rapes Our assaults Our complaints Flowers don't speak When bees steal their pollen As the last blooms are spent A new season buds We are flooded Drowning in courage and confidence Flowers look best in a bouquet The more we gather The more beautiful we become Holding up each other By our weakest branches The blooms are getting louder As the shame falls away The roses have found their voices Thorns surr...

Listen

There is so much beauty and goodness in this world. We can’t always hear it because the good is quiet, while the ugly and the awful are deafening. We should all just shut up and listen harder.

Ether

Ether Cosmically Here and There Everywhere and Nowhere  All at Once Astonishing Vitality Seen Through Eyes of Earth and Sea Enigmatic  Elemental  Veracity of Nature With No Reason or Why Day or Night The Space  That Holds All Consciousness 

Aged

I can count  The weathered lines  On my hands Like the rings on a downed tree They show my age And I am so much luckier Than the three handfuls  Of my friends  That didn’t live long enough To see any wrinkles 

You’ve Been Mirrored

Moving forward I am only matching Energy I receive  So if you don’t  Like something you see I suggest you get The glass cleaner Wipe away the streaks Of your toothpaste spittle And take a deep look Into that mirror I am holding  In front of your face