The Newsfeed

Slowly, but surely, I will
whittle you down, til
no more negativity
blasts to mind's
peripheral vision,

and

Incrementally, I will
diminish your status in
unfollowing and unliking
the power that once held
sway to my thirsting eyes
and seeking mind

and at last
I will have peace to anchor
these bones, and begin to sew
back spirit & soul

I am constantly weeping.
There is an unknown ocean
in the depths of my core
and as I get older, the more
those waters rise, rise, rise
up to the ceiling of my self
and spill over into the reading
of an article online - listening
to another heart & soul break -
when my bones don't know
why it walks this blessed/cursed
earth.

I don't understand the weeping.
It's tied to the roots of sadness
and anger, but somehow wound
up in the branches of happiness
and satisfaction - this constant
dripping from this deep dark
ocean is at times a boulder
on my body - and in a whiplash -
a cathartic knife for my soul.

But I weep not alone.

What took you away
from the hippity hop
of patterned words
within the soul?

where did you fly to
and hide from - us
who once gleefully
shadowed your heart's
door?

Have you abandoned us,
long time we've wasted,
searching for the lost path
once aligned with
your lettered feet?

And now, your face
arises from the deep
hidden places, surfacing
rapidly out of the mists
to the delight of
our quickening
heart.

She stood there with a handful
of emotions, wreathing about,
twisting beyond clutched fingers
up arm and into heart -

and deft whispers of doubts
began to dig a hole at her
core, scoop out the heart
and toss it to the earth
beneath her feet.

She stood standing with
limp hands, hole in the
middle because shadowed
twisting snakes chewed out
her heart and slithered away

I stand on a precipice,
looking out into the land
of the beautiful impossible,
and I am told to jump -
Jump and spread
your wings - Wings
that I do not see
but only can I
feel - wings given
for free, wings attached
with string, and steel,
wings borrowed in
this slivered space -
Stand straight, I am
told, stand tall,
spread them as
far as the horizon -
Jump!

I look at you and
the world sharpens,
inhales and zooms
into me, racing,
coursing, cascading
throughout my body
into and throughout
my marrow; embracing
and intertwining with
my thoughts out
into the very finger tips
that take hold of your
face to look up and
see you smiling at me

When you breath
I breathe, and we
inhale words,
exhale thoughts,
and move in motions
that propel us into
each other's soul

I opened my eyes and
I saw the world through
you, drank in thoughts
I never knew, inhaled
exhaled happenings
because of you, and 
when I  blink, we blink 
in fours, hold on in fours
and walk on in fours -
and all of this I never
knew, before
I met you

and we will grow in
full expression of our
thoughts towards one another -
these inkling seeds that root
deep into our earthen minds,
tenderly peeking up and out
into Rain Showers, Clasping Sunbeams
and Stretching Gusts of Wind