My Trixster Heart

A positive life burns inside me
brightly,
as tall tales stand sideways and glimmer
on the mottled trees outside.
Shrouded by light and heart squeezed,
vastly proficient beyond short compromises.
An itching, for you, bubbles in my gut,
constituting what it means to be

Human.

I have a Trixster Heart.

Blowing up the world in smiles,
little bursts of sunshine and giggles.
Spirits float around me
as ghosts and shamans are mentioned.
Witches cackle inside,
because I know the truth.
Living in a past place of Goddesses;
I’ve found another.
(Mills World).
The fact of where I come from
makes who I am
more real
than any fact or claim
written in a textbook or spoken from a teacher’s mouth.

Vastness invades;
deeper and deeper it goes
within my body and my brain.

I have a Trixster Heart.

Not lying or falsifying
by making up by jumbles of words.
No rules to hold me down
‘cause my knotty soul
lightens up the mood in every room.
Compelling me to gaze past myself
and reflect on the rain, slippery,
pouring down outside.
Pervading experiments that
volute normality and string together.
In miracles, I swim;
In beats and heat.

It’s magical.

My sorcery embeds each spank of life
with clarity, as I fool negative emotions
to flip to positive thinking.
Optimistic passions
play with me as I fiddle with the curve called “reality.”

I have a Trixster Heart.

Messing with thoughts I am a figure of nature;
interconnected to planted reason
Caused by past experiences.
It is so much fun,
swapping spit and grime
for fluff and value.
Pretty objects flutter on by,
as I, embedded with invisible spirit friends,
breathe in their glowing all-knowing light.

They live in the trees,
form into houses,
floats in animal bodies,
fit into supernatural creatures
of the whole world’s imagination.
What is left is muffled snickers stickered to me as I dance
through the cognitive layers
until I hit
The mind;
situated in another paradox mine.
How do you know what I will be?
Why do I do what I do?
Wait, better yet,
expect nothing less
than magic spinning
outta my ass.

I have a Trixster Heart.

Violating the rules
I turn meaningless fixtures
onto questioning God
and what it is
and what I am.
There is no answer
but I smirk and grin
when I see people try.
Still light and failing to strike them fully
I toy and trigger the grasps that hold
together my sure-bound beliefs.
I’m pushing the envelope farther than you
can even
imagine.
There are no limits to my knowledge.

I have a Trixster Heart.