Things that are ironic...

Things that are ironic right now:

Germany defending a country against the USA (my, my, what 70 years can do!)

“Don’t tread on me,” NRA lovers suddenly chanting “comply or die” everywhere. The same people who screamed protest against government over reach cheering on ICE brutality and Constitutional violations. 

MAGA loyalists who were all about exposing child sex traffickers and are now kissing the *ss of a pedophile protector (and adjudicated rapist, 34x felon).  

People who freaked out about having to wear masks to PROTECT THE VULNERABLE equating that with being the same as masked goon squads brutally attacking and kidnapping people. (It's never been about freedom to them; it's about them having all power to force their will upon others.)

The ones they call fragile snowflakes are ACTUALLY the ones bravely standing up to fascism, government overreach, child trafficking, and brutality.

So-called Christians gloating over Renee Good’s murder when Jesus taught us to lay down our lives for others. 

Same so-called Christians aligning themselves with “might makes right” ideology and  again ignoring *everything* Jesus taught 

So-called pro-lifers all about terrorizing and harming people because their skin isn’t white and they might have accents.   

They don’t even see that they are JUST LIKE the people who demanded Barabas and crucified Jesus. 

It was already insanely ironic that it was evangelicals who supposedly believe "faith over fear" while they fearmonger 24/7- afraid of what they call the “LGBQT agenda,” CRT (my former pastor at Crossroads CMA was very concerned about these), afraid of their “rights” being violated by masks, vaccines, yoga, Harry Potter, etc.

There is more… what else is ironic?

Nice guys

 Nice guys 
They say they 
Finish last 
And maybe, girl
It’s because you had to discover
That the bad boys
Burn out 
In toxic flames 

Perhaps you are 

Looking for something 

To fix, but

All that fixing is exhausting

And your knuckles are bruised

Your nails torn 

From constantly

Having your hands in the engine

Only after do you discover 

That the nice guy 

Doesn’t need your hands bloodied

Because he wants to hold them 

He doesn’t need you to fix him

Because he fixes himself 

Because he is stable 

And will make it to the 

Finish line 

Without a single one of your tears 

For fuel 

He runs on your smiles 

Instead 

Closure

 Why do we think

We need closure

To understand 

Before we can move on?

Sometimes there is

No understanding

Why someone is that

Fucked up

Why he is so broken 

And poisonous 

He simply does not

Deserve 

A minute more

No, leave that door open 

Put it behind you 

As you race through it 

Run, run towards the clarity 

That can only be achieved 

By living your life well

Let him see your back

Strong and full of purpose 

As you head towards 

Happiness 

And freedom 

There is nothing back there 

You need to know 

Nothing that giving

Another second of

Precious time

Will clarify 

Make your exit 

And you will find 

Detachment is

The greatest closure 

The swiftest peace

The most powerful 

Joy 

Fox Trot

 Fox trot

Slow-slow

Quick-quick

Gentle breath

Soft ascent

Sleek linearity

Initiate, respond

Trust you won’t step 

On my toes

And I won’t step 

On yours

And we will laugh

While you frame

And I express

Create a vision

Of effortless discipline

Maybe we keep 

Dancing

And maybe we shall

Take our turn around the floor

A little nervous

That’s okay 

And maybe we decide to stay

For East Coast swing

--Celebrating building healthy relationships, curiosity, and potential 

Red Flags

Was it being color blind?

Ships going into battle

In a fight to the death

Would fly the baucan to signal

No mercy

If men could wear one

And women’s eyes could see

“Oh, that one – he’ll be the death of me”

Maybe we would be more careful

That first bout of road rage

Not caring about your safety

As the car became a weapon

And the highway a battlefield

Then perhaps we would never stay

Acclimate to the subtle

The poor manners

The lack of empathy

Mixed signals and

Sabotage

That banner was there

Streaming in our face

So long that it began to

Normalize

And disrespect was a

Constant diet

Leaving a heart hungry

For real food

Rising waters

Imminent danger

The red flags would wave

Head to high ground!

Yet slowly the flood  rises

Til it is  over your head

Then you are being pulled under

Before the feet kick and the arms flail

And seeking air is all you know

Nothing like some trauma

To instill a healthy fear

Maybe now we can smell smoke before the fire

And see the blue cars

That were right there all along

Written in the midst of understanding and healing. A little pep talk to myself and to all of us who need to nurture ourselves and beware the fixer-uppers

 

 

Algebra

 The Math Ain’t Mathing, Eddy

The constant is gone
The love you could rely on
The love that did not fade
That took your flaws
Your frailties
And valued you
Just the same
In a world full of the
Superficial
You feared the depth
Of what I gave
Offered freely
So you cheapened it
Played it with your game
Your hardened heart
Was black as night
But you know the truth
And so do I
My love was a spark that
Kept you warm
Your inconsistency doused
My flame
A constant is
The Ultimate Truth
A fixed point
Forever unchanged
You factored me in as static
Trusted fact, immutable
Yet you, you were not the same
I found your love a variable
Algebra was certainly
Not your thing
Me, I liked solving problems
But forgot the math of decay
Order requires energy
Your negativity degrades
Entropy, system failure
The breakdown is
Yours, your shame
Variable constant
I became the “k” in your equation
A placeholder,
A number you never truly knew
The only way
For me to solve my own
Equation
Was to walk away from you

1/3/26 - Processing the unmitigated joy of freedom

 

Burning the Ship

The smell of salt and burning cedar

Is rising from the shore

Smoke is a shroud 

Obscuring

All that has gone before

I sailed away from your wasteland

I harrowed your stormy seas

I thought that I could tame them

But it was they that harrowed me

The waves they rocked and tossed me

My feet knew no solid ground

The rudder was but a stubborn fin

Tracing circles, round and round

And so from you I wrest the wheel

To run this ship aground

When first I burnt that rudder

Your lying tongue was stopped

Stilled by the taste of the flames

Stifled by the salt

The hand on the wheel had never been mine

The boat slid in the stillness wrought

Borne onward with the tide

Oh, that torch of cedar shone

Showed me a coast where refuge lay

Keel met stone with a violent groan

A derelict was made

And there on the strand

I burned our past 

Claimed this land my own

Another match, the hull to ash

Found my footing in the heat of the blaze

On that funeral pyre, as its fury licked higher

The sum of “us” now null in that burning 

Till in smoking lull “we” lay

The smoke in the air

Was my freedom fare

Purchasing my future by this death 

No longer tempest tossed

My land legs new bought

Eyes to the green

To hell with the sea

To hell with you

Forward, it’s me

1/2/26 - still working on rough rhythms