Kinetic

you have some sort of 
ill-placed faith
that i will rise again for you


you have some sort of 
viral belief
that the true me's locked within


you have some sort of
aspiration
that i'll make you what you weren't


you have some sort of
misled fiction
playing out that you've not created this


i have some sort of 
painful wish
that you will be proud of your child


i have some sort of 
malnourished dream
of being valued for who i am


i have some sort of
pibroch song
playing for all you warned me against


i have some sort of 
you within me
keeping me trapped in "potential."


when all i want is kinetic...

within

small eyes, fragile limbs
bright smile, curls of burnished gold
skin like snowy china
twirling, radiant happiness
black and white world of color
she makes it
silence that sings like a child
to me across time
the mother who has always been there
dancing, singing, smiling 
within

Justice

tarot cards come out

and the leaves sink slowly

in the blood stained water

a scent of ethereal potential mists through

imploring divinations i sat 

as i felt the cold metal

wrap seeming tighter

the inscription a brand full of doubt

all the books in my bookcase

and my glasses on the table

all the machines around me

and not a candle in the house

the king of swords, the fool,

the ten of wands, and Ruin

and floating the hanged man

never have i longed so for death

all the books in my bookcase

and my glasses on the night stand

all the laptops, televisions, the phones

and not a piece of chalk or bone

it all depends on him, she said

with hazy eyes and foggy voice

and i lost hope because you are

the reason i came to her

late nights at work

streaked with inception of questions

darker than the liquor in the cup,

leaves screaming broken rings and lies

all my studies kept me from the truth

and without the glasses, your honest face

all the distractions you use to escape

and it took a sideshow stranger

to show me the proof i held

princess of pentacles ill-dignified,

i paid her with the ring