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the freedom

the freedom of no more apologies

one would think
a man who didn’t care what
anyone would think
one would hate such a man,
wouldn’t they?
wouldn’t that person be arrogant
and conceited?

a friend in a leather hat
queried over our vegan

logical it seemed
but no,
it wasn’t true
I never hated men
who didn’t care what I thought

on the contrary, I loved them
I only wished
I had been granted a place somewhere
in their spaces of freedom

i wished I could be them
(with my own anatomy intact)
fearless and free
unabashed in caring for my own needs
and desires

I remembered the long ago days
when apologies were all I knew how to say
opinions given away like
to the highest bidder
the one whose
I valued the most

ten years of “in your face”
veganism later
I no longer fear
your thoughts about what I am
thinking, or saying
not that I wish to offend
but rather instead that I value
my own expression

it’s true
those years of speaking
on behalf of those who
could not speak for themselves
liberated me from the need to
compromise my integrity
for you

those years of speaking
on behalf of those who
could not speak for themselves
opened the door for me to speak for myself

Am I perceived as arrogant and conceited?
By a few perhaps
but having held fast to the expression of my own opinion
I received a thing I value most
my own approval


the inside out being thing

trunk canyon shady
sequoia sniffing
rolling snake escalades


sun drenched byways
blue forevers
beaming bright reminders
destinies of possible alls
and fruit bowl every things

hollowed ground
well loved dirt
nourished soul things

the ever expanding you thing?
it’s not the lucky thing
this something thing

Just how it is
Just who we are
reflecting what we are
beyond the four walls and a

name thing

inside out
the same thing
no walls never

let go the tame thing

its the free thing
unfurling ever evolving
be thing

rock and roll choirboy

rock and roll choirboy
hopeless romantic
awakener of slumbering hearts
fulfillment of every unspent longing
from school days
ditching a perfect score in calculus for
for the hopes of a ride
in the back seat
of that mustang

wild heart
tucked in a drawer
forgotten for decades
a compromise for the thing that appeared to be
it was a mirage
knowing it all the time
mother was wrong
this heart was right
staid institutions
white dresses
holy contracts
have nothing to do with the feeling
hearing you
for the first time

starting with a beat
then pounding
this wild heart sought freedom
found deeper longings
a reservoir of
untapped imagination
breaking free of its cage

hearing you feeling you,
fearing you
in the avalanche of feeling
would this wild heart
burst open
yet again.
and explode me

it did

shedding holy images
of what was lovable
hopping in the little honda
opening the moon roof
one more time
electric guitar humming against eardrums
like the whisper of an urgent lover
speeding out on the highway
letting the rain come in
not contemplating the danger
of wearing ones heart on the sleeve
it might blow away
ah ha
then, at last
this wild heart would be free

interior warfare

shifting sands
trying to stand
call it a truth

and it changes

no absolutes control this show

can you see God in a cockroach?
or only where you want to see
her him it
try all aroundyou
nothing excluded
these things you don’t like
and the things that you do

we call them unholy
they fire back
holy wars are not just
they erupt in the corners of
our own minds