Blood Moon

Blood Moon

Total lunar eclipse 

April 15, 2014 3:43am

Some powerful magic 

I need to get some sleep

Maybe I can cast some spells in my dreams....

How to stop being broken

Step outside into the sun

Kneel down onto the Earth

Wrap your hands around dried up shriveled old dead plants

Pull, rip and tear

Clear the away the old

Make way for the new

Put your hands in the dirt

Feel the cool moisture

And the soft texture

Use your hands 

and dig a shallow hole

Scoop the dirt out 

And push it aside

Notice the dirt under your fingernails

Take wildflower seeds

Pour them into your palm

Run your fingers through 

Feel the grainy texture

Sprinkle the seeds 

Into the hole you dug

Sit

Breathe

Let yourself go

The pain swell

Let your tears flow

Let them drop 

One by one

Fall onto the seeds

Breathe

Believe

You will be whole again

Fill the hole with dirt again

Give the Earth a gentle pat

As if it is your baby 

That you are tucking in at night

You are that baby

Rest

You are blessed

You are a wildflower 

You will dance in the sun

This fucking poem hurts

PAIN 

Ache

Sore muscles

Coffee with no sugar

Sugar

Hey Sugar

that's MY bar-stool

Get the fuck off my bar-stool

This lake is man made

It's creation nearly

decimated the Grouse

Decimated

They blamed the Ravens

For their claws and 

their swift wing-beat

But they were hungry

Now they are killing the Ravens

Before the snow comes

The fucking snow

The wolves returned to their homeland

And they killed them too

Those magestic creatures

Shot, ambled away

Bloodied

The ancestors of the armadillo

are rabbit and turtle

Rabbit raped turtle 

Raped

Mother Earth

Ravaged land

Addicted to fossil fuel

Fuck fossil fuel

Pour me another shot

Hate has an expiration date

Sea Monkeys are worthless 

The lowest of the low

Don't swim in my pool

Don't drink my water

Don't let them grow

Let them shrivel up

Let them burn

In the fire

Dry out

Expire 

Hate Sea Monkeys.

Hate 

Has an expiration date.

We don't believe, we only fear

At the edge of a precupice 

With no parachute 

No net 

Wanting to fly

We don't believe, we only fear

It's not my fault

In Certain Relationships brooding is mandatory

Because you knew better

Or at least you should have

Payed attention

Instead of ignoring the obvious

The truth is hard

And ugly

Removed from the troubles of every dayife.

Aware that her passing is eminent

the family gathers,

Removed from the troubles of everyday life.

Cherishing each moment.

Brothers hover over their culinary delights.

Cousins buzz around the spaces.

She gazes upon the faces 

of her two daughters.

Each in their way, her own reflections

Mother hurries to her,

Needing to be sure of her comfort.

There is agony,

 in my grandmother's heart.

Each day, each moment,

is precious from the start.

I find myself gazing at my aunt,

Memorizing her face,

Each line, the color of her eyes,

Shape of her smile and her brow

She is with us now.

So now, we share meals, pose for photos, and embrace often, 

Never missing a chance 

to express our affections.

Grasping at any chance 

to steal away moments with her.

To hold her hand, see her smile, 

and hear her voice.

Later that evening,

A room is filled with laughter 

over a lively game of charades.

Feeling drained, she retreats.

She wants to stay, 

but she hasn't a choice.