The goddess in each

Where her heels lift,
with the ground kiss,
there bloom wild daisies.

When her lips open,
birds ruffle bloatin'
and prepare to chorus.

What crossed her touch
left the larva to wings
and discovered its reach.

She carries a wand,
blossoms to give life,
to song birds and men.

Women are left to wonder
what makes her brighter
as if it were to see.

Men are left in wonder
over their own measure
and why that'd be.

She is but the owner
of her own breeze
design and rhythmic steps.

Will measure to none,
while nodding to praise,
and ignoring the knifes.

No contour is fairer
nor is it more than skin
we are all born with.

The goddess in each
howling to be unleashed
from the mirror we perceive.

Wave of relieve

Tension cascades down the neck
shoulders all through heavy legs,
avalanche of a sand that has been
weighing me down with burden.

Vacuum replaces this drop
in an after echo of the shock,
legs deflated by stress of blood
are left without structure to hold.

Balloon head floats a migraine,
aimlessly it drifts ruler of none
in conflict duplicity of the outcome.

Celebrate the thick skin of endurance
or repudiate unseen extent of damage,
thus pick the numb wine to pour tonight.


par 3 of "Stages of stress":

• Fear of anticipation 
• Adrenaline shot
• Wave of relieve

Adrenaline shot

Feel the compression rising
on my combusting engine,
like a turbo button pressed
by the current happening.

The brain then fireworks
into chaotic overdrive,
kick that drops me almost
face down on rushing ground.

In that split of a second
that lasts a horrid century,
I force back the reins.

Focusing this flood of energy
into the eminent task ahead
that assaulted my head.

par 2 of "Stages of stress":

• Fear of anticipation 
• Adrenaline shot
• Wave of relieve