What About the River?

What about the river
pushing on the stone?
How he scrapes
and wears the surface down,
just to hear him moan.
What about the river,
all his strength and might?
How he bends
and shrinks his power down,
all for just one night.
What about the river?
How is he perceived?
All the work
and time that he puts in,
and he's never been relieved.

How Nasty is Your Body?

How nasty is your body?
How grotesque is the
rhythm of your breathing? How often
do you remind yourself of
your true nature? In private
how primal is your heartbeat?
Do you recognize its rawness,
its fervent call to you? Do you hear
the reverb of its beating, as it
attempts to escape? As it attempts
to pull you in?

I'll Keep it Warm Inside

I'll keep it warm inside
For us
When the world is frigid
It's me you can trust
I'll keep the heat on
For you
When the wind pushes hard
And your fingers are blue
When you're stuck in the ice
And don't know what to do
I'll light the fire
For this
For when I'm on my own
For when I need a home
I'll keep it warm inside

It Didn't Happen for Me

It didn't happen for me
Not this morning
That inevidable success
That is given
To those who deserve it
Enough
The award
For the loudest struggle
From some all knowing
All withholding power
It didn't happen for me
I didn't wake up
From the dilusions
To the reality of
My dilusions
I was not given
The power we have
Been searching for
All of us
With faith in a fickle
Lottery
It didn't happen for me
And I hoped for it
It didn't happen for me
Why