The kitchen sink psychodramas

There is a place within her home
A place inside her garden
The only place where she can moan
The only place of pardon.

A woman’s place of doom and grief
A grave yard of desire
Where all her dreams are buried deep
And mourned into a fire.

A woman’s place of disbelief
A grave yard of her longing
Where all her yearning fades away
Instead of decomposing.

And buried there are all her ghosts
Her unsung songs, her stories
Her unborn children, her unloved
The spooks of all her glories.

She stands beside her kitchen sink
Before the dirty dishes
As she would stand beside the grave
Of all her long lost wishes.

She lights a candle in her heart
She spills those lonely tears
She bows to all which fell apart
Over her lonely years.

Her hands are dirty elbow high
From digging mold and clay
To excavate her broken soul
As she begins to pray.

She prays for meaning, prays for peace
She pledges to cease stalling
But most of all she prays for love
She vows to face her calling.

Before you dance with me

Before you dance with me, you see,

There’s something you should know,

I dance my feelings, dance my heart

the fire down below.

Before you dance with me, look out,

There’s more than meets your eye

I dance my belly, dance my heart

my longing with a sigh.

Before you dance with me, agree

There’s nowhere else but here

I dance my story, dance my truth

my everlasting youth.

I may be stiff around the edge,

There’s fear in my bones

Or I might even stumble in

your feet as cold as stones.

But I am soft as clay within

My inner sea of chance,

So you may dive or drown in it

before we even dance.

I know I have a lot to learn

Of balance, twists and turns,

To stand my ground and pull my weight

to walk the floor that burns.

But don’t you dare to hush my song

Pretending to know more,

To preach your dance, to show it off

parade your ego on the dance floor.

And don’t you tell me to relax

Don’t mold me to your need

For if I felt the strength in you

I’d have no choice but trust your lead.

Oh, I don’t care for your advice

I’ll take it in and smile

I’ll do my best but in the end

your moves are cold as ice.

But if you hold me in your arms

And listen with your heart,
Before you dance with me you’ll know
that you have done your part.

[to all those tiresome tangueros who still need to learn how to hold a woman and breathe with her, level with her, instead of showing off their infinite tango wisdom; and to all those who already know]

The big bad truth

The truth is not so pretty,
it's neither easy, nor it's bright.
The truth will strike in anger,
will blind the darkness into sight.

The truth is am a coward
to blame and curse in spite,
despite of my own power
as I say I'm alright.

The truth is I am a housewife
with no flame left to ignite,
discarding my true calling
as I become polite.

The truth is I'm a looser
much to my own delight,
discarding my own nature
as I give up the fight.

The truth is I'm an actor
caught up in sheer stage fright,
oblivious of bravery
as I protest my might.

The truth is I'm dependant
depending on the knight
who sheds he's shining armour
as I hold on so tight.

The truth is I'm a liar
drunkin' rhyming through the night
discarding my own poem
as I turn off the light.

To my sister, the gifted truth digger

Ode to fear

I'm afraid
I'm afraid I'll die
with my song inside of me
Oh, please, won't you sing to me
My heart whispers
Won't you let me in
Just let me in.

I'm afraid
I'm afraid I'll die
with my dreams inside of me
Oh, please, won't you dream of me
My beloved whispers
Won't you make love
Just love.

I'm afraid
Im afraid I'll die
before I die
with my life inside of me
Oh please, won't you live with me
My soul whispers
Won't you just listen
Just listen.

I'm afraid
I'm afraid I'll die
before I'll get a chance to see
why
Oh, please, won't you show me why
My mind whispers
Won't you show me why
Just show me.

I'm afraid
I'm afraid I'll die
before I will have been seen
Oh please, won't you see me
My God whispers
Won't you dance with me
Just dance.

I'm afraid
I'm afraid I'm running out of time
before I take a risk
Oh please, won't you be my friend
My fear whispers
Won't you let go
Just let go.

The great escape

There is a wild thing
sleeping inside,
inside my bones,
my womb of stones,
ever so weary,
ever on the hide.

There is a wild thing
sleeping deep inside.

She was once my bride,
she was once so wild,
wild with desire
in my womb of fire,
ever so pure,
ever immature.

There once was a wild thing,
she was once king.

Now and then she wakes,
my soft ground she shakes,
shakes me to the core,
now and then I roar,
howl at the moon,
shatter my cocoon.

Now and then she wakes,
From the grave she brakes.

From the grave she's rising
without compromising,
from the 'should's and 'what if's,
down the drains and high cliffs,
from the womb of fears,
down the path of tears.

Brake free from my chamber,
Wild thing, I remember
you.

Bare

May you bear my anger

May you bear it well

May you bear your bearings

And may you bear your cell.

May you bear your fears

May you bear them well

May you bear your lonely

Lonely, lonely spell.

May you bear your offspring

May you bear your hurt

May you bear your bare feet

And may you bear the dirt.

May you bear your pretence

May you bear it well

May you bear your lonely

Lonely, lonely smell.

May you bear your nail

May you bear your choice

May you bear your bearings

May you bear your voice.

May you bear your bedtime

May you bear it well

May you bear your lonely

Lonely, lonely shell.

May I bear my shell crack

May I bear it well

My I bear my lonely

Lonely, lonely hell.

But may we bear together

The long lost missing parts

And may we bare in silence

The God within our hearts.