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the baby birds were hungry when the old man died
stretching out their beaks,
hungry for the only thing left he could feed them
they had long ago let scar tissue grow over that ache
of waiting for the love he could never give
and even though they were grown now
they still squabbled and spit jealousies at each other
still vying for his attention
never feeling good enough inside
because if he couldn’t love them, who could?
and if there hadn’t been so many of them
maybe he could have loved just one
then along came yet another baby
and his attention became unreachable
he softened in his old age
but the nest was so scattered by then
and now it is judgment day
where the birds will hungrily peck
at the only thing
he ever had to give.
override your instinct,
resist the call to attack
override your instinct
don’t focus on what you lack
override your instinct
your brain is not your soul
override your instinct
stop thoughts before they take their toll
evolve past what you were bred for
past greed and ego and war
override your instinct
to birth the seed of your enlightened core.
she imparts it with her beating heart,
nature’s passion
wells up in her soul
in her bones, the farmer
the ancestor trying to come back
to life
and from the hard bed of childhood, she wandered
ate from the poison plant
then fell down
the green tropics hula’d her back to her Self
and she discovered her healer was the Soil,
her Art the raspberry vines, the asparagus spears and the vitex leaves
re-rooted to grow anew
she gives her fertile words of life, life, life
that bathe our pores and soak into our core
to remind us of the forgotten truth we’ve always known
through her spark we can see it:
the harmony that life can be, if only you’ll respect it
and because of her
the passion of the unseen life
wells up
within us too
they came
to Be Seen
walked in like show horses
parading, even
she, lovely-legs blonde with her evenly-cut hair
sliding down her pretty back
her nubile ripeness, nipples upon rounded fruits
and her ass
her perfect moon-ass
she was wearing high heels, of course
and nothing else
well, except for a provocative mini-thong
color-coded to match her hot pink stiletto sandals
and he with his perfectly shaped dick, muscled thighs
and dark, foxy features
gliding her around the dance floor, all eyes on the fire flys
scrotum and all
i couldn’t take my eyes off them.
i looked at my friend, susan
and her eyes were popping out
they relished in the eyes
that bathed their
naked bodies
they came
to Be Seen
published in the 2013 Anthology of SenSexual, Volume 1
Marilyn, by Rod Swade
one of these days, alice
I’m going to throw you out the window
I’m gonna walk away as you die alone
turn my back forever
on your lies
that I believed for so long
one of these days
I won’t feel your remonstrations
beat me up from the inside
or suffer the ax of your low opinions,
the slice of your condemning judgments
one of these days, alice, I won’t be driven by insecurity
wondering if I’m good
enough
listening to your diatribe second-guessing me
leaning on your empty ideas of comparing
myself to others
and being so damn concerned with what people think of me
looking for approval from the outside
one of these days
I’ll know who I am
just because I believe in me, instead of you
on that day I’ll know I’m not the soft egg
you’ve cracked me up to be
or not even that I am an extension of the Divine
but I AM the living Divine
that I came here to be brilliant Shine
and confident Wise
carrying out the Good and the Love
of the Sacred that we all Are
standing tall
holding my hand out to liberate others
from you, alice
owning who I am on the holiest level
shedding you like a ragged garment that never really fit very well
and there will be no doubt
in the way I move through the world
that alice doesn’t live here anymore.
they stripped her hair bare in some places
and clipped it short in others
carved into her skin strategically
to make their message clear
she spread her body wide
to accept the carvings
their fervor drove them to
they brushed away the debris
of what they tore from her
so that when they departed
for all four lanes
of the freeway could see
their declaration on the golden hill
that
Jesus Saves
