in a moment…..she
clutches faded memories
as the flashy poker dealer snaps his fingers
waving that black tipped cigarette-like baton around
top hat tipped and in tip top shape
like dust the cloud dissopates
the heart beats
like a drum symphony
and the cymbals smash
the battered wall in between here and there
is neither nor nullified
the nerdy girl with the long dress spins slightly
left and right…
right and left..
hands clutched behind her back
black pointy glasses slipping down her nose
as she looks up and wonders
as the dashing king of popularity whizzes by
the air from the speed of his walk whifts her skirt ever so slightly
and for a moment, in a moment…
she forgets everything
maybe it’s the luck of the draw
but the only thing she’s drawing is her notes from her class
gazing by the beach
snoopy hangs low and sips a margarita
a cartoon on the sand
as the bright and shiney couples stroll by
tongue, heart, and soul in hand
the mystery
of sanctity
in another entity
this life, she dwells and spills
as she searches for herself in others
and the little girl smiling and thinking of nothing
and drinking her lemonade from her little paper cup
just sits there
look at the sky
look at the clouds
look at the universe
look at this life
wow.
just simply wow.
and that’s it.
so so interesting.

in a sprinkle, she…
hides the serenity
in a glimpse of the eye…
the past being waved goodbye
stop throwing pebbles in the pool
it’s time to go to school
as she sips her mojito and chuckles about the cookie crumbs all over the floor
hoping and praying and guiding once more
so so grateful
so so blessed
dear friend, aching in the heart
please, no more regressed
like a mother to the bastard child
shine a guiding light and walk away
How did she get to be so wild?
Is today, thankfully, finally, that blessed day?
Will she being removing the stones from the pool?
magic wand
magic wand
Please grant and guide the love and peace into her life.
Please give her the kindness she craves and repel all the strife.
can’t keep reaching out
losing grip
Balance is what friendship is about
can’t stand to watch her fall
can’t bear to see the pain in her soul
love love love love love love love love love
love to her
forever more
love love love
and nothing else will be in store
they say the words create wisdoms of years to come
From this point foward, let it be written…
that love be her number one
and with that equally follows beauty, guidance, strength, prosperity, and fun.

words flow like captain hook at sea
mindless dribble means nothing really
yo ho ho and a bottle of water
could possible verbiage cause the ship to falter?
senseless motivations stir the pot
awkwardly try and fall flat on the lot
block, delete, ignore, busy busy bee
meaningless egotism flee
cuts deep, museful poetry
never could engage in the game of he she
sigh………
must concede.rn

through this, learn what to desire through the longevity of time
mysterious happenings
whimsical and fun
dreary as the days passed
and only beacuse of childlike splendor did she have a hope or a dream
but it’s okay
through this, learn to preserve the sanctity of oneself
hidden motivations
unclear speech
jumping to conclusions, doubts growing with time
through this, realizing a beautiful destiny
set into motion
because like attracts like
and as the unlike is deleted and washed away from this small glittery fairylike world
space is made
for the true.

tiptoe on a beautiful glacier
memories
every morning… every morning..!
What?
try to tuck it in
shield in hand
Don’t wanna ruffle up that new tee shirt.
twisting and pulling
time and miles
but that pales in comparison
How did it begin?
What IS “it”?
Huh?
What country is this?
Do they speak English in what?
It’s gibberish. Pure gibberish. Yes. That’s it.
Hmmm….
Just be careful crossing that street
Beware of traffic.
The other side…….?
Oh boy.

-Cristy

“Swim”

pack it all away
in a neat little box
she likes to run aimlessly
into the garden of eden…
but then it doesn’t make sense
the box is too small
and this world is way too big
she shuffles her feet as he tickles her toes
grab your partner dose-e-doh
mapquest is running her in circles
maybe she can google it
gosh this newage technology
an abundance of nothing
candy coated factory processed
where is the anarchy of it
R.I.P. 1997
distraction feels good when nothing makes sense
but the heart… the heart.. the achy breaky heart
she wants to lock it up and hide
the resistance of distance
but no it’s not true
she wants and wants and wants
and wants and wants and wants
and wants and wants and wants
and wants and wants and wants
Did I happen to mention that she wants?
holding onto nothing with a firm grip
a yearlong tug of war, going into two
and for what?
for “comfort”?
for “safety”?
She’s looking for a whim.

momentual satisfaction fit for the mature masses
visions lost as more time passes
can’t think straight-might need some glasses
keep distracting-is what the current task says
another veering off the path
another tasteless heart wrenched wrath
another figure added to the math
divide divide divide and turn back
so so typical
so so true
as long as there is art
i will never be blue
nobody can permeate
nobody can tear me apart
no matter how much i satiate
i will always have my art
so fuck you.

easy come
easy go
acknowledge the possibilities
and then just flow
it was fast and overwhelming
it felt good
but nothing in this life lasts forever
nothing should
say bye with a smile on your face
age merely adds eloquence and grace
acceptance of what is so
easy to just let it go
never empty with the mirror
years pass and it gets clearer
what a work of art, this painting of life
harmonious entertainment, recipes of emotional strife
play it like a game
it’s the only way to stay happily insane