Hazy Acres

Yoga

Words that burn 

Still 

Doing it anyway 

Trigger happy guns 

Shoot

Not today

Underneath the fog you can see just about anything and everything 

Start from the top 

Analyze 

Be silent when they speak like bears in a trash can

Such nice hands open 

Kindness 

Values to seek to embrace after the thorny pathways get cut 

For good its thought 

Chase the hawk 

Ride the wolf

Around the bends 

Corners with no edges 

Sharp darts that penetrate 

Hearts

Crazy boy in back corners 

Waiting for saving 

This isn’t the place 

Art is not safety 

Ugly

Filled with worts and mischief 

Risk spelled with deaths hands 

In a light 

Faces

Whispering in the chatter syndrome 

Join a group 

Smile at them 

Stand up in your power for the sun to work through you

Around you

Before 

After 

You’re not dead in me yet 

None of you are 

But I’m working on killing you 

Guess love is never fully understood when we are under the water of the past 

Drown him 

Childs Pose 

Recovery at all costs

Even to lose the new attachments 

Roads uncovered 

Not yet 

Wisdom healing 

Molding sacred epiphany to the fearless 

Beam or suffer 

Crawl to meet your intentions where they shall be met 

Tired and moving 

Dance the soul out 

Inhale exhale 

Finally at the corner piece of you meeting you 

Rest easy 

Lay down in a vat of mistakes 

Beauty

Love 

Kiss

Sex 

And all the simplicity in the ones before

After