Celestial Palms 

The tops of the tall trees applauded their wind filled leaves, and as butterfly nets, we gathered the words to open the other’s heart out of thin air. Tongues flapping as translucent wings kissed by constellation starlight’s grace. We spoke of the sky, tried to be as giving as the sun. Warm. He said to … More Celestial Palms 

Midwife of Secrets

Words are written all the way inside on the back corner of my heart. It’s not even, off-balance it is, not written, to confuse you. You will wonder just why it was carved that particular way on such ageless stone. Far enough in each comes to see where I run out of paper becomes the … More Midwife of Secrets

Creamsicle

Orange has new meaning these days tears that melt off of detained faces they are not crying, they are changing states a piece of the dream is moving across borders from solid to liquid like science class its just chemistry and math you know Nothing racist or personal, and “we are all one anyway” they … More Creamsicle

Of The Ages

The drum calls a rhythm that pulls the soul gently out of its sleeping For who is able to walk far as a half fed shell You want to know where wisdom comes from? The ageless essence inside your own heart. Let the drum open it. Kevon Simpson 2017 ©

I Remember You (Ode to Ayahuasca and the Indigenous)

How does this medicine help me forgive? Pain turned to light where the sorrow used to live. And even though my habbits aren’t completely changed I’ve found a love I can’t forget it it extends across the cosmic range Where stars give birth to butterflies and other beautiful things Quantum particle of my heart it’s … More I Remember You (Ode to Ayahuasca and the Indigenous)

Mindful Shaman

Eyes wide open, not knowing they’re asleep, so many prefer the token, compassionate tears I weep.   Saying “he’s too sensitive” but see, it is not so. I just love you so deeply, show up for your show.   See how they wait, clapping before you arrive, set your sight straight, alive but not alive? … More Mindful Shaman

Help

Too afraid to need people, too afraid to love Too afraid to need people, too afraid to hug Too afraid to be the one on receiving end Too afraid to be the one, truly a friend So, we disguise how we need people With clever little games Do this and do that for me now … More Help

Diaspora

Spraying like spore prints across the land our power lotus flower like made to sprout in mud the muck of our forgotten woe separated from us by the use of clever language that cleaves at self-worth our jeans hang as low as our spirits as our genes cry ancestors turning in their graves twisting double … More Diaspora

Addiction Prayer

This is a prayer for all my friends who are struggling with addiction
for all who have felt the weight grind into their shoulders
until theirs arms fall off in fetal position,
holding on to the air because there’s nothing left
inside of the body they once knew. … More Addiction Prayer