when i heard of you on fire
i imagined the tendrils of smoke
releasing themselves
to the sky
while unraveling the magic
that lay within your
curls*
fly on
into the light*
*in memory of my faerie godmother. her words in my mind, her smile in my heart, her song in the air, her grace in the movement of the leaves. wherever i look, there she is*
The last time I laid eyes on you...
guilty is the verdict
trapped in the box untrustable
until further notice
the fence is clearly stating what is mine is mine
not yours
and don't you dare wiggle around in your box
black and white the only obvious colors to paint this picture
victim/perpetrator
judge/criminal
truth/lie
loser/winner
right/wrong
or, perhaps
:::another vantage point:::
of course always guilty and untrustable
because the human can never get away from being made of always going away
decomposing before the eyes
biological machine
"me" disappears before the label is decided and box is made to put "me" in
change is the only thing there has ever been to
trust
and yet,
there is comfort in the fact that we never can know what the thing we think we know is
completely blind to everything but "me" experiencing
isn't physically possible to see through another's eyes or walk in another's feet
no matter how hard the level of trying
and somehow,
we are still just alive
to enjoy the full rainbow of color available
or,
the lens of black and white
choose.
with love,
Lady Rainbow*faerie godmother
If I could choose a new sense upgrade for myself, today I would choose eyes that could see through everybody's costume.
I am curious what it would be like to actually see that we humans are all just bodies of skin covered up in whatever costume du jour we choose to put over it.
Walking, eating, talking, sleeping, while dressing up in costume and pretending that it's serious.
Now that's funny.
Love*
Lady Rainbow