At last
A sigh of relief
After holding my breath
For four years

A revolution in the making
One of love and hope
Not of rage and vindictiveness

Done are the days of the orange buffoon
waving his small genitals to the crowd he despises
Done are the days of hating the hate
Now it's time to see it.
See it and send it off
See it and pass it forward 
See it and forget it
Or better yet
See it and forgive it

I once was not a believer of all things democracy
It was an idea that belonged in the playground
It was an idealist's game 
And I didn't know how to play 
Like so many others
I didn't know

I didn't use my voice to speak
I didn't use my pen to sign
I didn't use my ballot to vote

I was a non-believer in the political game of our lifetime
And now here I am rejoicing in the return of the facade of democracy
It is beautiful this facade
It is striking
And it hit me today
What a revolution of the spirit 
This time has been for me
What a revolution of the spirit.
Welcome back democracy

Now I exhale.

​***

You run, I hide.
You ride, I cry.
You kiss, I melt.

Round and round we go.
Round and round we spin.
Round and round we dance.

In our circle of love, like clockwork we show up -
To kiss 
     To fight
To love
     To bite.

I never knew a love like ours.
It is ever changing, ever growing, ever there.
A love I always wondered if I could bear.

So from me to you, and from you to me:
Thank you Self, for loving me.

Be patient with my often changing tides 
And count me in for the long ride.
​
***

Dear world, you've made it.

You've made it through a year of chaos.
Through hurt, through loss, through pain,
Through fires, storms and rain.
Through failed systems and erupting plague,
Through people's sorrow and their rage.

Yes, people fought a lot.
They fought each other and your soil,
Still holding on to their dreams of OIL.

But they also walked through your natural beauty.
They hiked and camped and walked,
And nature's door was at last unlocked.

And what would normal bring along?
Would they defer to what was once fine,
Or will they rise up and read the sign?
That the world is not theirs to take but theirs to cherish,
Because all things are lastly due to parish.

So on this end of year, I wish YOU dear,
​To make the most before you disappear.
Life is filled of unexpected turns,
Hold on to the wheel and ride the curve.
And maybe let go every once and a while, 
laugh in joy, and sport a smile.
Because a year like this one is a rare gift ,
A year that points us all to an inner shift. 
From loneliness to wholeness,
And from soleness to closeness.
Distance taught us all to go within,
And only there can we truly begin,
To mend the pieces of our broken hearts,
And finally give the world its rightful start.

***

There is friend I love,
I'd like to tell you of:

My friend is like a sister
Oh how I long to see her...

Her ginger hair is fire
It has so many admirers 

She is a fairy in human form
who is in a midst of a heavy storm

A storm that's wild and heavy
To be in it - she must be ready

Ready to fall without protection
And to face her own reflection

She may not like what she will find
No one would - in their right mind

I wonder - is she strong enough to deal?
And her broken heart to seal?

Some people drown in storms
Some float to shore and then transform

Some fairies learn to fly
And some - forever try and try

I do not know where my friend's future lies
Oh how I hope that she would rise

To be the goddess she was born to be
To stand tall and rooted - like a tree

And to my friend - I wish her well
Because she has one heck of a story to tell

And I myself - will be waiting at shore
To hug my friend - a friend I simply adore.

Oh, to be a child
One more time
To dream while I'm awake
To eat everything anew
To Glamorize the mundane as if it was treasure.

The things I knew when I was a child
I will have to grow old to remember.

Oh, to be a child
One more time
Like a butterfly springing out of its cocoon
Like a bird spreading its wings
Like a song at the moment of its inception.

Innocent, open, free. 
Oh, to be a child.
Oh. 

Procrastination is a BITCH.
A filthy, arrogant slimy BITCH.

It shows up announced. 
        Steals your time and space.
                 Laughs as you follow its lead like a PU$$Y.

It knows it got you
From the moment you said 'Oh, no' 
And shook your head at its arrival.

What you failed to understand is that it was already there long before:
It's a package deal: 
Hand delivered with that innovative idea,
         Or the world's greatest novel, 
                  Or the piece of art that will make your parents proud. 

It's there as soon as you open the door to magic. It's magic's little cousin.
And it HATES you. 
And it HATES your idea.
          And your novel.
                     And your art. 

It tells you to STOP IT.
             No. 
It URGES you to stop it. 

And you do. 
BECAUSE YOU ARE PROCRASTINATION'S BITCH.

​Four letter word
One syllable 
And a whole lot of feeling.

I met it when I first arrived onto this world 
Roaring at the faces glaring at me
Moaning ‘wwwhhhhyyyy’ 
Crying for mama 
To put me back
Safe and sound. 

It taunted me in nature 
Teased me with snakes, and spiders, and roaches 
I would point at insects 
Searching for a savior.

At school it was more vindictive: 
It shut me up
Put a muzzle on my mouth 
Numbed me to the point of terror.

At war, it made me think it was normal 
It was my every day 
It was everyone’s every day 
'Such is life' it said with a cruel Smirk.

It showed up on stage
It perked up with boys 
It shook its head in tests 
It blossomed in parties 
It pounded at me on the news
It was present at funerals.

Today it is airborne
It is in our lungs. 
It is in our blood.
It is in our bodies
All one point eight million of them.

Four letter word.
One syllable
And a whole lot of feeling.

​I wonder,
What would FEAR be if we hadn't named it?

Fire -
It is a force
A stroke of heat
A rush of fury
A vengeful spirit
Looking to release
To unleash
To let go
To destroy
And vanish
As swiftly as it appears.

Its' wildness is hot
It's steamy
It's sexy to the naked eye
It's naked in its goal
To live
until it dies
To strive 
Until it no longer burns
To say out loud for the world to hear:
'I am here.'
'I am here.'
​'I am here.'

All the earth can do when faced with that much heat is  - 
To understand it 
To love it
To forgive it

Because all things long to be held. 
Even - 
Fire.

Woven golden threads
In the palms of my hands.
Shooting stars
Up to Mars.
Taking flight
Spreading light.
Blinding strangers
Carrying angels.
They travel far 
Move through cars.
In an unstoppable flow
Believe me, they glow.

What would I do without their kind?
Perhaps I'd lose my mind.
For one thing I know for sure:
Life's pain would be too much to endure.