Invocation Opening A New Notebook

Lady, my soul, naked, shivering
cold in its fear & love, trying to wrap its arms around
itself for a little
warmth
black soul of
human destruction, black soul of
human pain, my pain, mine, my pain, yr gift
black with hate & love
black with children & looted graves
black with being the knife sliced sacrifice
to yr limitless power
black my black soul is
yrs, & this
notebook, as naked & exposed
is yrs.

come to me lover, mother, muse
if yr desires demand my
soul of black &
fear, my tongue hammered to pulp
my eyes that see only
what you reveal to them

come to me, these naked pages
fill them with my screams & prayers
fill them with You, the butterfly wing of my dreams.

Ode to Sadness
it is not
loss. what has
been, is. the
future is only
hoped for. a door
closes, there is
darkness. in
the dark, pain
silently
silently
enters my head
squeezes my eyes
from within
changing images
on paintings
still locked
in hands
sounds of poems
unwritten
fall back
to
silence
silence