Red life
More than grey matter
More than thoughts
More than being
More than all the love
I have ever given
In the final moments
I stop
When blood stops
I am
Blood
More than grey matter
More than thoughts
More than being
More than all the love
I have ever given
In the final moments
I stop
When blood stops
I am
Blood
This fear
This anguish
This mounting dread
That things will never be
As things never were
Except in the cheap dream
Sold to those
Who want more
Than they’ve
Ever
Given
Once she saw
The abuse
In the abuser
The anger rose
Fire in her veins
Pooled, glowing
As if lava flowed
Like liquid rage
Just below
The surface
Of her flesh
A hunter seeking
Sustenance
What simpler story
Can there be
Like me, he loved
And sometimes hated
Like me, he laughed
Despaired, felt fated
I call for it
In times of need
Or if too dark
It calls on me
It guides me true
Though rarely easy
But I know my path
When e’er I follow
My golden heart
We roll on through
With singing tires
On bitumen
Both dreaming of
This singing land
But it was not until
I met the Buddha on the road
That I began to heal
No trust
No love
Wry or pained, OK
Irony works
It can lead to a chuckle
In a chuckle
There is often a laugh
And in a laugh, sometimes a guffaw