
Let the breeze whistle to me
To forewarn my doom
Let my magick shatter the storm
And signal me a tune
Keep me safe, keep me warm
Under the moonlight of the sky
Fire is roaming, disaster is coming
Help me persevere and survive

Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.

Let the breeze whistle to me
To forewarn my doom
Let my magick shatter the storm
And signal me a tune
Keep me safe, keep me warm
Under the moonlight of the sky
Fire is roaming, disaster is coming
Help me persevere and survive

It hurts to be your invisible fluke.
A title I took up the day I was born.
Not planned, not wanted, a dent to your life.
Something to hide from. Never mourned.
A bastard still has birthdays once a year.
Although they mean nothing to you.
It took a lifetime to look at myself and say,
“One day, I’ll mean something to somebody soon.”

An Exchange
One night you have me
Opening me up and swallowing my sorrows
And next, I have you
Giving into your need
To engulf me whole
And find me
Until the next nightfall
I’m brave enough to find you

Give me empathy
I beg you to
Please understand
Why I do what I do
I live in a circle
Tortured to no end
You hold me closely
Aren’t willing to bend
Please twist your mind
And see as I do
I need you to get me
As I work to get you

The morning wakes her
The mirror whispers foe
Her unfulfilled dreams mark her a fool
Hesitant for life
She sways with no bite
She follows, only meant for the rules
Safety in comfort
No betting on hands
She will get nowhere in time
Lost to the masses
Unless she understands
Critical thinking may save her life

Nourish my brain
To dampen my sorrow
Make me forget regret
Drum out the pain
With logic to borrow
Reset all my upset
Grief, it takes me
Down its alley
No chance to move or to break
I need a moment
I need your minute
To wash away all my mistakes

As I wait
The seconds burn into me
Coiling blisters on my wrist from my watch
A personal fathom
Since it’s the one you gave to me
Before your goodbye marked me as naught

Balance me on your heart
The way I’m to balance time in my life
But understand that there are moments to let me go
My mind may be slipping
The way old age takes to nipping
But my craziness isn’t your burden to hold

There are enough flowers
That belong to the dusk, sun, and moon
But the flower of the eclipse
Lives on in gloom
Only spreading its petals
When everyone looks away
Distracted by the phenomenon
That breathes it awake

Lonely, desperate, despaired
I stare up at you
Orphan to a forbidden cause
I look to the face of the moon
You are the only one to smile back
From the darkness in the sky
To the pits I was abandoned
Until you brought light to my life
Never leaving me lonely
Following me to where I need to be
Always up there smiling
You let my soul and self be free