Friday, May 30, 2014

Barefoot

When was the last time you walked barefoot?
Feeling moss compress under your weight,
Mud ooze between your toes,
Leaves crunch and twigs crack,
Every footstep its own song.

These city streets are alive.
Rumbles under paved streets,
Fissures in sidewalks with stories to tell,
Honking cars calling after you,
Doors creaking and slamming,
Can you feel the pulse of this city?

But when was the last time you walked barefoot?
Feeling the vibrations of the earth,
Its rotation on itself, its orbit around the sun, vertigo,
Watching the stars chase the sun from east to west,
Watching you watching me, bare feet, bare hands, bared hearts.
Miles away, I still feel your pulse from this city.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

preciseandorderlyclutters:

Aloof, I was called,
Only because I’d been hurt,
By previous lovers,
Confusing my worth.
“You’re blocking me out,
You’re always on guard,”
A lesson they taught me,
The impact left scars.

I wasn’t aware of
How cold I’d become,
Quite frankly, his frankness
Left me quite stunned.
For a moment, I pondered,
Sussing out his role,
“I’ll give you my sweetness,”
I said, “But never my soul.”

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Soft Longings

Can’t wait to be reunited with my guitar
My feet can only sing with the earth
As I breathe in the stars
The sun strums my heart strings
My hips sway like a tide to the moon
How I’ve been living, laughing, loving
But I’ll be heading home soon

Thursday, May 15, 2014

I have strong opinions and values

And yet, everything I know and trust,
Could be thrown away
For my object of lust.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Silly love and pastel skies,
City stars and foolish guise
It’s all so easy when I look in your eyes

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Ayahuasca

Floating half way between enlightenment and a struggle to let go,
Trust, patience, surrender are only concepts that I know,
But I learned last night that I hold the whole universe in my mind,
Coming back to my body, something called space and time,
After seeing a sheet of ice, slowly crack and shatter,
Letting my light through might be all that matters,
The faces I saw in my mind’s mirror have roles to play,
Some I’ve met, some are for another day.
I can’t anticipate the lessons I’ll learn in this life,
I can only trust they’ll arrive when the moment is ripe.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Thoughts on feminism

And that’s when I realized that I was never really empowered as a woman and that this was instilled in me since a young age.

I found my self-worth through accomplishments.

Only.

I’d wear my brother’s hand-me-downs and refused to cry.

Boys made better friends because the girls were gossips and bullies.

Strength good
Intelligence good
Assertiveness good
Vulnerability bad

To become everything I needed to be, I needed to reject half of who I was and wouldn’t accept to be beautiful and sweet over being clever.

And I guess that’s okay, but I want my daughters to grow up however the fuck they want and I want girls to support each other, not compete. I want women to be okay, no - to be proud of their sexuality and not suppress it because of outdated, outrageous social standards of gender. I want women to stop hating men and start taking responsibility for creating change and creating the kind of world people would actually want to live in.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

"I was in an abusive relationship for four years," I admitted to her freely. "He never would have accepted me staying here a night longer or not getting an invite, because I just felt that I needed to celebrate an accomplishment with my friends. Everything was a personal insult. Now, this guy… He tells me that I’m free to do whatever I feel I need to and he’d rather me follow my heart than have obligations towards him.

Then I show up a day late - he’s bought me flowers, pomegranates, dark chocolate and pot brownies and downloaded one of my all-time favourite movies.” I laughed, “men like this exist??”

"Believe it or not, there are actually some good ones!" She smiled knowingly, as only a fellow post-traumatic-relationshiper can and giving my forearm a squeeze and a shake said excitedly "I’ve got me one too!"

And we kept on down that gravel road in the dark, our hearts a little softer, not knowing where our destination would end up leading us.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Kind of Crazy

I was always certain that I was crazy.

Then I met this woman.

She was the kind of crazy that would cause her to wake up at dawn to clear trash from the riverside, who could animatedly recite poetry from memory without stumbling, who could recommend a book based in any conversation. The kind of crazy of a woman who didn’t learn to dance, I mean really dance, until she studied in Ghana, who told her devout mother that she didn’t believe in God, but she believed in people.

Why can’t I be this kind of crazy?

I’m only the kind of crazy who dances until dawn, who only fasts on account of musical inspiration, who runs off to another continent for months at a time without knowing a soul. Who will drop anything if somebody I love needs me. Who gets up early to make love, climb mountains and do yoga and stays up late to cram everything else in,

I could never be her kind of crazy, but I’m happy with mine.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Aloof, I was called,
Only because I’d been hurt,
By previous lovers,
Confusing my worth.
“You’re blocking me out,
You’re always on guard,”
A lesson they taught me,
The impact left scars.

I wasn’t aware of
How cold I’d become,
Quite frankly, his frankness
Left me quite stunned.
For a moment, I pondered,
Sussing out his role,
“I’ll give you my sweetness,”
I said, “But never my soul.”