God winks at us,
Keeping inside joke to himself,
It’s unexpected answer,
To my earliest prayer,
You spiral towards me,
Star man.
Who are you really?
Perhaps you awakening…
Don’t see your heart’s power,
You rattle my bones,
When I gaze into your eyes,
Sense of home,
Terrifying and so real,


One of Those Days

Getting out of bed,

my bare foot lands in cat vomit,

brown water flows out of my shower,

too much on my to do list,

an even greater desire to say,

“Fuck it!”

chuck the list in the trash,

a teething baby when my head throbs,

usual coffee fix isn’t cutting through my mental haze,

oh what I wouldn’t do,

for a smile or a kind word on one of those days.


(c) Amanda Wilson 2014


Oh how we distract ourselves,

from expectations gone awry,

subject behind our addictions,

such silent afflictions,

so afraid of what society does spy,

scared sheep placing dreams onto shelves.


Lost in the fear of suffering,


don’t dare to look back at your reflection,

calling ourselves the names we hear,

ego tripping on itself,

when I choose courage over fear,

residing in a joyful moment,

when I stand my ground.

Waking the Tiger

She slept in her dreamy meadow,

underneath the safety,

of a shady Bodhi tree…

A fierce yet lone protector of,

her carefree cubs tumbling over, 

one another and climbing the tree’s branches.

She slumbers inside you and I,

our secret sanctuary.

Until the world outside makes its challenge.

She will fight for herself; for her love.

Do you dare to awaken the tiger?

What wonders flow from her eyes burning bright,

In the darkness of the silent night.


(c) Amanda Wilson 2014



starving skin and bone little bitch

waiting for the scrapes to fall down from

Master’s feast


such is the state of my heart’s affairs.



for a little nourishment,

sunlight and water.

I am a winter hardy rose.

Steeled against the cold blizzards.


It won’t be the harsh elements,

killing me 

an overnight frost withering my petals


A flower can go into dormancy

will not survive if dead growth

or withhold water and hide in the shade


Like a starving animal trying to live off


Distracted Busyiness

Buzz…buzz..she’s a little bee

without flowers or fruit

Little lost queen bee

creating hive after hive

one rung on a totem pole

looking down from a too high place

feeling stuck far away…in outer space

mother to all the drones who obey

never questioning perpetual activity

or tiny taste gained of their honey


distracted busyness then Death.

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013