Our shrine.

I make a shrine for myself
when I'm lonely when it's crowded
when I'm strong when I'm weepy.
I make a shrine to myself
when I'm naked when I'm trashy
because why not while washing dishes
I say a prayer to the shrine
"you're in the seat of rightful divinity"
and there's enough space for you & me
so don't rush just let it be.
I make this shrine for myself
to prove I love you after all.

Mistaken love.

Mistaken love from some place dark.
Crave the emotional drug to
bring out the worst in me.
Life can be all about
counting scars and,
drink up youth while it lasts.
But true love will give you
a notebook & a pen
so you start from the beginning
and chronicle the brave adventures
of a one-of-a-kind human.

Bond.

There's human bonds forged in hell
that you can't find anywhere else.
It's filled with hurt & shame
coagulated with blood & urine.
It's a festering spot in the soul
you don't know what happens if poked.
That's the spot where you're vulnerable.
No answers, no prayers & no cure.
If you sit with it as a knowing friend,
you may forge a bond sourced in heaven.

Human.

To be human is to be
lost forever,
and learn to make homes
in the unknown.

Another one.

If I'd know what I know now,
I wouldn't have stopped myself.
I'd stab the heart & carve it out.
If I'd know what I know now.

Timidly I knock on the door,
peek through the window of the carnival
where the give & take is pure & simple,
and finding the taste sour & bitter.

You know what I just found out?
Life's over the moment you hold out.
Whether you die tomorrow or a century tops.
In the end it's, if you can forgive yourself.

Meditation.

I bow to myself in front of me
and surprised by the mortal bile-
a hatred as such I've never felt.
No wonder I'm never happy.

My consciousness repelled by my existence
blocks people & wonders of living.
Fought hard to get to where I am.
Still time to get to the other side?