THE GRINCH OF NEW YEARS EVE

Seated.

In a crowd of dancing jubilants
Shaking hands, sharing hugs
Daring to speak their hopes as prayers for others
Camouflaging their trembling hearts in white robes before a God who smells fear.

Seated in a bubble

What do you tell a God who reads minds?
What do you ask a God who whispers to noisy hearts.
How do you dazzle a God to tattle a future he clutches to his chest.
A God who earns devotees by keeping the future to himself.

Seated in angst

Before you get presumptuous
And wish another person a Happy New Year,
Remember what happened the last time you did.
If you had the power to grant happy new years, would you share it carelessly.
Are we generous with the wishes because they're empty?
Do we get punished by a jealous God for assuming his power to give happiness.

Seated in a Halo of Epiphany.

Seated.

Watching the hope-peddlars peddle cheap stuff
To the same who will be visited with all manner of misfortunes
Watching their hearts swell like the Trojans charging at the Greeks
I comfort them with hugs and handshakes
I wish you will have a Happy New Year

Tomboy

If you are one of them
you are not one for them
So hide your curves
In plain sight of their clothes
Hunch your shoulders
Hide the breasts
Speak their language
Be like them

Walk like them
Walk with them
Make an ally of predators
Take his mind off of you
Sheep in wolves' couture
When you take it off,
You're beautiful

You are soft and supple
Vulnerable
A woman in a man's world
They can have you
Forcibly, harm you physically
In a man's world
You are woman at night
Behind closed doors
In cover of darkness

It's morning, sheep
Whatever you choose to be
Today is not the day you wear your skin

New Year Requiem

We are quest-ers

Left with even more questions

We find out at the end

We are being dragged to begin again

We only fake control

When you are thankful for an ending

You are also giving thanks for a beginning

But you only have one

Because life doesn't allow double wins

And yours is not the invisible hand in control

Control

When you try to get more

Out of this than you ought

So you set milestones to celebrate

And set goals to attain

To mark an ending

And fake control

But endings are beginnings

And

All that is ever gained 

Are questions

Even more questions 

So meet me at 

Your goals ending

Another beginning

And show me what you have gained

I know what you have found

More questions

Before you can ask

"Is this it?"

You are thrown into another beginning

But if you can find space

Between the old and new

An unclaimed space

Between the old and new...

Seize it, you've earned it

And have a Happy New year

To False Starts

Instead of early sprints,

The stuff of high expectations

The mother of heartache

Borne of the age-old scammer

Optimism

Let

The first few go

Unscrutinized

They bear no traits 

Of the oncoming

Trust that

They are not 

Pregnant harbingers

And let them

Flow

Make room

For false starts

And glitches

And do not go

Knotting them in threads

Attaching them to the unseen

And conjuring patterns

The ones that live in your head

In the name of

False starts

And

All that can go wrong 

Happy New Year

A Heart on Empty

I can't tell.
Is this my replay
Or hollow echoes

This tug-and-pull
Of doubt and glee
In the same heart
Gasping for life

Your words could
Should
Make the difference
But what do I make of an
I-would-choose-you-a-thousand-times-over
I who have only brought grief

My heart has no fodder
To ignite your love into a flame
And though you are enough for two,
I can't come to love
With my heart on empty

Everything the Light Touches

Come with me
Into the light

Let's be dancing shadows
Gyrating silhouettes
Beating out of sync hearts
Giggling school girls

Come with me
Watch the hills wake
The light penetrate the mist

Come with me
Baby
To where the touch
Is gentle
the glow unfading
And everything the light touches
Can be yours

My Patch of Dirt

Ashes to ashes
You are the
Not-good-enough
That betters my can't-cut-it
Bad on our own
Yet good together

Dust to Dust
You are respite.
For a heart
That is always searching,
You are
The patch of dirt
I call home