Journey’s End

I sit there watching, 
as the last minutes
of your life reveal to me
the path you have taken.

I hear your cries as you
wake in an abandoned
world….alone. Taking
your first steps with the
help of no one.

You’re left with those
nobody wants and yet you
find your voice, you find
your soul, you find your strength.

I watch as you grow into yourself,
into your person. I watch as the world
takes advantage of you in
unspeakable ways but never
breaks you.

I watch you carry your first child
and then your second. You teach
us to live, to love who we become.
Your touch creates beauty everywhere
you go.

Your spirit is strong even though
your body is not. I watch you struggle,
unable to help but you tell me not
to worry.

I watch you fall, trapped between this
world and the next I am reminded that
all paths must end. As you expel your
last breath I see your spirit escape to

I smile as the tears roll down my face
for I now know that your path has not
ended but continues… the hearts of
those your beauty touched and the
lives you changed.

Faded Memories

I dreamt about you last night
first time in 6 years but it felt like yesterday
A spring afternoon with the sun on our faces
the first time I said I love you

You pulled me up from the depths of hell
and locked up all the demons
You made the bad dreams go away and
for the first time taught me to live

You had my heart the first time I saw you
you sauntered in and made yourself at home
you put a smile on my face
whenever you walked into a room

Your smile burned so bright, it was enough
to make me weak in the knees
Your love was even stronger but
it was your humanity that made you perfect

I dreamt about you last night
first time in 6 years but it felt like yesterday
You’re gone now but that’s okay for
the lessons you taught me are still here
and because of that I still love me

A million faces

You’re the face of the angry parent, cutting me down with your words. 
The face of the bullies waiting in the school yard to share their insecurities with me.

You’re the face of the neighbor, the best friend, the preacher, the teacher, the face of the men who raped me.

You’re the face of the police officer, the judge, the politician. Those who would rather blame the victim than deal with violence so many of us face on a daily basis.

You’re the face of the vanishing lover and the absentee father, your the face in the bathroom mirror that I can’t wipe away.

You’re the faces that I carry with me everyday. You remind me that I’m still here, that you did not break me. The face that I wear may be cracked and worn but it is one of dignity, strength and defiance.

The face is me


From the moment you are born there is someone out there ready to take you, they see you as more of a commodity than a person. They created laws so they could legally destroy you. Left with empty men and women who reached into your soul to try and turn you into one of them.

Their stinging words that come from the end of a switch, beating, raping their ideology into you. Punishments come when you try to be yourself, years go by and you slowly begin to disappear. And when they are done with you they toss you aside, leaving you with a lifetime of scars that never truly heal.

Generations of souls with no place to go, ending up on the streets of broken glass and towers of steel, drinking poison to dull the pain. You were taught to hate yourself, taught to hate your people, taught to hate your way of life. You continue to walk the path of broken glass and spent needles looking for another release from the pain.

You want to give up, but you can’t for that goes against their beliefs. So you try and escape with a pocket full of memories and a faint hope that the Creator is watching. You meet more lost souls on your journey, all seeking to be healed. Together you begin to share stories something which is forbidden but you do it anyway. You soon discover that you are not alone and through these shared stories you have found a new family and a way to heal.

Your new found family invite you to sweat, and as the heat rises your memories start to return. You share your story of the soul takers, the empty ones, the aliens who violated your world. And as the heat increases, the songs get louder. Loud enough for the Great Spirit to reach down into you with her healing hands. For the first time in many years you see your mother, your family, all your relations.

Like the tears flowing down your face so do the memories return, your soul piecing you back together like a broken mirror. And though cracks remain they are there to remind you that you have lived. The Great Spirit leaves one parting lesson, go out she says, go out and find my children, bring them to the sweat , save as many as you can.

So you return to the streets of broken glass and towers of steel. You slowly bring your brothers and sisters to the sweat and together you begin to teach our youth to work together, to heal the land and it’s people. So future generations can grow into their destinies.



I am a man who has made mistakes, I have fallen down

many times but I get up. I continue to grow.

You, want to remember me for who I was not for who I am.

You demean me, you see what you want to see.

I challenge myself. I continue to grow. You tell stories about me.

You try to hurt me.

I fall in love. I continue to grow.

You hate her. You call her a whore.

Together we grow, our love becomes stronger.

You try to break us up.

You fail.

We build our lives together,

our love creates one more.

Your hatred begins to consume you,

you’re left bitter and cold.

Our love forgives your hate.

Your hate begins to fade,

becoming a distant memory.

Our love continues.