Tuesday, January 16, 2018


I speak in metaphor often. Not only to illustrate a specific point, but it's a part of my daily conversation. Sometimes my dear ones get frustrated with me because I don't speak directly, I don't "spit it out". But I realized, here in the midst of my insomnia, a few of the reasons I (believe) I do this.
First, I speak in riddles because I want to be able to speak freely to an individual, even in a crowd. I jealousy guard my tongue and my thoughts, lest what I say be distorted out of proportion by a body too busy with other people's business. Been there, done that, it sucks.
I speak in metaphors because it is the language of my heart, and if someone gets what I'm saying, then perhaps they speak my language too. Communication is important to me, it engenders trust. Trust begets loyalty... and a form of love.
I speak in metaphors because it allows me to speak in three or more dimensions. When I tell a story or explain a viewpoint by means of a word picture, you not only hear me, but you understand. You can comprehend deeper because I speak to something you know or have experienced personally, and you begin to subconsciously empathize with what I share.
I only speak in metaphors to people I really feel comfortable with. People who I know have the capacity and desire to get it, to get me. I speak to the minds of those who look at the night's sky, and see more than just stars.
So, yes, I often speak in metaphors. It's a fundamental part of who I am. Because I desire all my dear ones, to see.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018


You will cut your hands
Clawing at stone
Grant your soul some needed peace
And leave me alone

Friday, December 29, 2017

Man of the hour

Your employers think you are reliable
Your friends think you are hilarious
Your ex thinks you still want her
Your siblings think you are mom's favorite
Your professor thinks you are intelligent
Your team thinks you are the man
Your assistant thinks you are thoughtful
Your life coach thinks you are progressing
Your banker thinks you are shrewd
Your best friend thinks you are family
And yet I
Do not think of you
At all.

Sunday, November 5, 2017


I look at him and envy his freedom
He floats high
Dancing in the wind
Carried away with beautiful dreams
Flirting with the sunset
Altitude upon altitude
Never resting too long
I wonder why I wasn't formed that way.
Grounded I, recon my circumstance a prison
Instead of appreciating what it is I really am.
Because when the storms come
As storms do
It is better to be an anchor than a kite.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

The Woman.

Every night
I look intently at the woman
On the other side of the glass
And I make peace with her.
She has done me no wrong.
She is not my enemy.
Every night
I study her eyes,
Wise though weary
And I wish her nothing but calm
And rest.
I wish I could tell her
Not to worry so much
I wish I could tell her to breathe.
So I have begun to.
I think we will be
Great friends.


As Shakespeare said
Love me or hate me
Both are in my favor
If you love me, I'll stay in your heart
Where I ought to be
Keeping you centered
Every life giving pump an affirmation of my loyalty
The seat of your motivations and desires
The one you just can't stand to be without, without a doubt,
I know you way better than you know yourself
Reliable and strong, I can handle just about anything
Anything... but not everything
But you seem to like to test me anyway...
Love me or hate me
Both are in my favor
If you hate me, I stay in your mind
I make a home there
Wandering your mind folds like Mol from Inception
Destroying every new ideal you try to bring in
I will build a kingdom in the depth of your subconscious and reign every decision you make
Flooding your memories like  tsunami after a terrible earthquake
Love me or hate me
Both are in my favor
Either way you are owned
Because after charming, disarming and making thief of my heart
There's no way that I'll ever leave you alone.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017


I know what love is
I see it when it peeks behind the eyes of a stranger
A small glint
Like something shiny
And I, magpie that I am,
Head straight towards that sparkle
In the hope that it might be
Real gold.
And so far,
I have collected
Two empty gum wrappers
Some broken glass
A toy mirror
And 84 cents worth of change
Disappointed? Sure.
But I can't help still believing
That the love I find one day
Will be the everything I've been seeking
And I am unwilling
To settle
For less.