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On Teeth

On Teeth
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Teeth.
For such a small fraction of our being they sure get a lot of our attention.
If only we gave the rest of ourselves as much care.
When was the last time you dedicated two minutes to clearing out the foreign junk that’s collected in your head?
Or took a pause to polish off the smudge of another’s hands on your heart?
Every morning? probably not.
Everyone and her mother shells out 5k to tweak and polish and strap those pearly ducks in a row.
Hours and dollars and aching agreement that in a mere 18 months we will be a professional and desirable podium, amplifying the twisted language we haven’t invested so much to arrange.
But then again, isn’t it strange,
That one glance at my crooked grin might bar a mate from knowing the very thoughts and heart’s tender space I’ve decided more worthy of my cultivation?
That I may never have the place to offer an explanation of all the winding paths and joyful glasses of Cabernet that have come to stain these faithful soldiers of mine?
This smile is proudly worn and beaten, standing guard.
Serving a larger purpose than a pretty presentation.
Man the gate.
Release my word with thoughtful regard.
Hold my tongue when my spite gets the best of me.
These I deem worthy of celebration more than just a tidy smile.
So while I’m giving my deck its morning scrub, I will tug on my heart’s strings to remind her that she is alive and well.
And I will name ten beautiful things more worthy of ten minutes than fixing these teeth of mine.
Because I believe
It’s the art within the frame
That is truly worth smiling about.

When You Fall in Love

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WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE 
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when you fall in love
it will be as a
symphony of wildflowers
some unfolding
one by one
while others spring alive
as soon as the sun
kisses their lips
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when you fall in love
it will be as a
river sings its rhythm
sad-songed and sweet
like bourbon swilled
in crystalline
a current of courage
a movement unseen
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when you fall in love
it will be as the
earth—unbreakable
knowing season
after sunrise
after storm
another day born
another day
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you are that symphony
you are that blues man
sitting on the stool
in a sunlight spotlight
knowing when the
moment’s right
all to do is
let go and
let your heart
sing you through
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because
when you fall in love
all the world will fall quiet
to hear you

Bullshit an Intuit

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BULLSHIT AN INTUIT

you can’t bullshit an intuit

she sees the desire in your smile

hears the truth in your sugar-coated lies

feels the ripple of your mood in a room

her ears ring when you’re only thinking of her

the corners of your mouth say more

than a dictionary of words, and she is fluent

a mortal translator turning your

stuttering slur into poetry

will you even pause to hear it?

she may tell your story before you do

you see, this woman feels you—knows you

she will bask in the glow of your love

or storm the gates of your iron will

so when you turn to reach

for the familiar deceit

retreat, quit

she’s an intuit

Home Is

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HOME IS
if home is where the heart is
i’ve found mine in many places
i’ve left a nest in
iron skylines
redwood rainforests
lovers from campbell to canaan
home is where i am
but also where i want to be
in a cluster of stars i swear i’ve seen
and in the damp sweet soil mother gave me
is my heart shattered and scattered?
or rather expanded,
encompassing hours of
ruffage and road?
perhaps home is not a place
but rather a state
beyond the surveyor’s tape
beyond the postmarked letters
or white picket gate
home is in knowing
our fate is in the hand
or rather foot-drawn map
of every step before
and even more
each to come
home is here
wherever we stand
welcome

Listen Here



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LISTEN HERE
my body
is my most sacred instrument
i will make love with her
make some kind of magic
make that sweet music
strum my ribs like tender strings
spread my limbs like angel wings
raise my voice to sing
my truth like a melody
’til life takes its last from me
no one can silence me
hold me back or keep me still
i refuse to gather dust
on the shelf of my bedroom
because someone else
never learned how to play me right
so if you’re ready
hold tight and listen here
i will take you as my student
teach you ’bout appreciation
of a woman
of a human
of the heart’s enduring beat
how to make ends meet
on sweet love
spare change
and common sense
for it always adds up
when you learn to count your blessings
and let me tell you
i am worth my weight in gold

Human Heart

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HUMAN HEART
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as a human being
with a human heart
i will never hold back its breaking
so when love arrives as mine for the taking
you better believe I’ll say yes
to the risk of the fall
to losing it all
every time
before i opt out in favor of safety’s illusion
it’s never my heart who knows confusion
it’s my head who’s mixed up
and it’s pretty fucked up
that I once considered love less than first
so let me say that here, today
this human being
with this human heart
is saying yes
to you

Palms Facing Upward


PALMS FACING UPWARD
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i greet life
with palms facing upward
beckoning its blessings
to fall in my grasp
and so too i greet you
with palms facing upward
a nest to rest your head when it’s weary
a cup to fill when your wine’s finally flowing
and even if my fingers wear frail
or endless seasons pass
since the last i saw your smile
know your hands are in my good graces
and my heart will not close the door
no matter the day or the story’s page
to me you are
welcome home

Give Me Roots

Your Love is All

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YOUR LOVE IS ALL
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my love for you

brims with such immensity

heart spills over heels

for all living things

every creature with a soul

i’ve come to know

holds a speck of star

who at one time found home

as a freckle on your cheek

or a fiber in your bones

to love you is to love

every thought

every being

every day

everything

love is all

and in my fall

i’ve found it true

in you

Of Cracked Clay

OF CRACKED CLAY

when our hearts have been broken
perhaps long ago
perhaps when they were soft and still forming
we can no longer hold love in our bodies
we become pots of cracked clay
love, like water, graces us
quenches us
fills us up
but it always runs out
when our hearts have been broken
we will break our lovers too
we will break them
and their breaking will break us more
than every fight and fall before
but still
our hearts
are meant to be filled
to live by divine design
and still
our hands
are meant to heal
to seal up the cracks with earth or gold
wet the walls with our tears
guide our form without fear
and mold ourselves whole
again, again
for you, i’ll be whole
again