As I yearn to live a life, reborn in an age-old tapestry,
Where thoughts entwine, and plead release, from this inhuman misery.
A lost community, of people, and land for our redemption,
With Mother Earth beneath our feet, we grew as her invention.

Yet overlords and tyrants enforced rigid state control,
And delivered us a god, to save our born anew Christian soul.
Self-affirming forgery, hides us from their transformation,
And cunning grip with iron fist serves pervasive indoctrination.

Caught Up in Fire

I woke up and felt like the sun
hurts a little today.
Like a parent waiting up until three.
The aftermath much too great to bear,
All that is left is a hug
to know they are still there.
Deep breaths and a whisper,
‘We will get through this.’

A window to the soul,
A true vision that is whole.
With random shapely pieces,
And jagged little creases.

Like a mix tape, so diverse,
A forward button, but no reverse.
On a journey to different places,
One with unique tapestry spaces.

With a mixture of souls,
Who have a variety of goals.
Yet each component its own part,
At the core of life's beating heart.

Nothing is ordinary,
Unless you choose to ignore
The succulence of extra-ordinary -

When each spoon fits the perfection
Of teacups, or the warmth of mouths,
And soup ladles curve, cradling broth,
Dipping like swans’ necks into painted bowls
Steaming with nourishment -

Nothing is ordinary,

Not when you remember hands engrained
With dirt and hardship,
Working the stiff and strength of clay,
Fingers learning the flesh of the stuff,