Peace within

Tyrent of unexplained anger-
suckling for survival,
as if I were it's mother.

Where did you come from?
For sure you're no child of mine,
Nor were you left upon my doorstep
a sampling of others misdoings.

Then who are you that suckling
upon my life
gives you,
yours?

Why does not myself
sooth you, transform you?
How can I dislodge the pain and anger I feel
becuase you don't deserve that control over me.

Here

A place to dance,
sip upon the minutes
as if they were free.

A place to drool,

spill the thoughts

as if they were readily avaliable.

Ah, words, thoughts,
dreams,
enticing the thickest part of me
to wake.

new beginnings

unfolding flower
enrapt within your eyes love
petals stretch open