“On Through”

**The last poem (2002?) of a time that no longer is around. But reminds me of now, too**






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Scales of time enter heartily along the circles of sun;

Downing dragons muddle
like housewives to the jostle of a conspicuous beating.

The throngs of life upon the wet shores of
operatic earth.

Tripping seconds as does the air in our ears – sweet with mindful relations
comatose rapture and ceasing beatitudes.

Look up and away
fall down and kick your skies together:
Trace palms not inward to withstanding but outward
past green battalions of leaves,
our sleeping spirits caress in misty trees
on through, on through.

On through dead earth
on through fire
on through the shock of wombs,
on through, on through.

On through all madness
on through forms of God
on through grace invisibly,
on through, on through.

On through time
on through the sleep
on through the dream,
on through, on through.

Recourso

This is mostly from already posted writing of early 2007 but it feels like a mantra is in order and it's a bit different so as in life, here we go again.
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...As I stare down with my high and mighty glare, I did not come here to judge...You can, in fact, Become something else. All the way to your core...Perhaps this just makes me a crazy gypsy bitch who comes from a long line of crazy gypsy bitches, but, well, like a scar, yours is yours until the end of time, and not belonging to anyone but you.

Sipping side effects and glazed eyes poolside while your insides rot and your thoughts dull, dreams reduce into a stock of mushy even-keel thoughts, a porridge of average, a cauldron of acceptance. You can have it. I'll dive deep into that black hole, hear the hissing in all my broken places and bind them every morning, keep diving, curious to know what's to come and knowing that I am the captain gypsy bitch of this ship. And I'll take you with me too. I'll slap, then seduce you into submission, set you free, love and heal you without losing myself, name every of your fears and let them fly off to a country where they belong, and we'll keep on sailing.

I'm strong enough to take you all on. There is no bottom to my eyes, or my heart or the depths otherwise. I know what forever means and I live it every second. You don't know what's out there, but pack a sharp tongue and knife, and full heart, some good strong steps, and GO.

And, as long as my heart beats loud, my body wants what it wants, my intangibles keep on the journey and I know the fact that the mystery shouldn't be dissected on the street corner, operating table, therapist's chair, bar or in the rooms we hold inside our secret selves, you won't be seeing me in the Emergency Room anytime soon. That's a promise.