Friday Night Looking Long

Loneliness serves to remind

I feel alone

half here, the other half where?

learning to walk on one leg

most days hop along

little successes

forward motions

this Friday's companion

is a crying baby

making me feel

like a cry baby myself

my youthful misnomer

Photo courtesy of Jen-E-Wren.

Did you know you had it in you?

A good friend lent me a book of poetry and while the poems are a celebration of this poets god-love, the words are no less moving and your personal idea of god can be interchanged easily. You could easily remove the god parts altogether as well. For me I've gotten very comfortable with the use of the word "god" even if it does have allusions to the traditional Christian religion that is force fed to us daily in the U.S. I believe there is something more than myself on this planet. I also believe that that thing or energy or light is reflected in us.
We are part of it all.
You are part of my god-head.
...enjoy

Against My Own Hand

you are
a shy divine deer
that I cannot cease tracking

though only once of late
did I get so close
to see

my own face and heart
reflected

in your wondrous soft eyes

only once of late, beloved,
when I thought that I had you
at last concerned

did
Hafiz
come to know
the sublime beauty of god's body

against my own
hand.

From The Gift: Poems by Hafiz the great Sufi master

The way the morning greeted me today

walking outside
the warm breeze greeted
hello beautiful
is what it said
triumphantly
the sun bright as ever
shining
my eyes squint
and shut
feeling
wisps of hair
fingertip brushes
bellyskin is the softest of all
arms stretched up
warm cheeks
warming toes
I say good morning

smiles follow

Lost Day

Sunday is a lost day (fantastically so)

Too busy living for blogging
Too busy laughing and laying around

Too busy taking care

Great care

he is a thick, sweet salve








(Painting by M.DiDomenico)

Saturdays

Saturdays are for:

happy babies

laughing until your sides hurt

exploring Antarctica

remembering Red cabbage

tangled freckles

home cooked meals

empty wine bottles

sideways smiles

deep looks



Saturdays are for us
whatever we are

happy stargazer

my nose turns red
I spin looking up
turning
noticing clouds
and that belt
for 3 seconds loneliness
and then
joy
that I am strong enough
I enjoy the night on my own

the apes sing






( Art by Kyme Chan )

From the mouth of babes

"If we don't have balance we would fall on our bums. "

A little girl said this as a thought about what she thought of George balancing on a tightrope.

...the truth is spoken

Feel Good Inc.

It is stinking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let's turn forever (you and me?)
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats,
Lining them up-a like ass cracks,
Ladies, homies, at the track
its my chocolate attack.
Shit, I'm stepping in the
h<3art
of
this
here
Care bear bumping in the heart of this here
watch me as I grav
i
tate
hahahahahahaa.
Yo, we gonna go ghost town,
....................

Windmill, Windmill for the land.
Learn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
Turn forever hand in hand
Windmill, Windmill for the land.

My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I don't get sleep, no.. (it's true)
And all I wanna hear is the message beep.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
You've got a new horizon It's ephemeral style.
You wont get out the county, 'cos you're bad and free
So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see
They just have to go 'cause they don't hold back
City's breaking down on a camel's back.
Take it all in on your stride
It is stinking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let's turn forever you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Dont stop, get it, get it
we are your captains in it
steady,
watch me navigate,
ahahahahahhaa.
Dont stop, get it, get it
we are your captains in it
steady, watch me navigate

Shake it shake it, feel good (x4)

pinhole hope

what does one do with a Friday night

when Thursday you nearly gave yourself away

digest

express

drink it down
paint it black

keep your eye on the light that pours through the pinhole in your defenses

don't think-
smile
enjoy
revel
relive

feel all the feelings
all the fingertip bruises
all the maybes
all the wonder and hope


cook your dinner, wash your dishes

put your baby to bed

after
sit and wish you still found cigarettes enjoyable

fingerprints

I torture myself with their words

Watch the calendar

Hide from connection

Afraid of drowning

Look away
Look away
Look away

Run

Take away choices

Extinguish or dance

raw censored

Thursday 22/01/2009


clarity


I will always be true to
Red

I trust in the visceral

steady that holds

and Red can burn

but it is what it is
and things are as they are

no matter of wishing will change

while change is inevitable

...


I'm not done here

2 days

Widow

That word

S

I

N

K

S

some days

And makes me feel spider slick

I want to be your palm

Smooth

Pink

Skin

Acutely aware

Of surging waves

I pull back inside

Clam up

Willingly become caught by the cat

Confusion is by-product of such business

Mixed up

Tangled

Both able and helpless

Both un- and attached

Pulled and repelled

Simultaneous

Both sides of the coin

Electric

Careful hands

Play with fire

Cold hands

Warm heart

Loud heart

Quiet lips

Do something

impulse
calculate

Let go

reposting the raw

Thursday 22/01/2009

Shouldn't Have. didn't need to read the raw but I did and I understand it I expected it didn't need to face it head on reading her hurt hurts hurts on her behalf no feelings of guilt I will always be true to my Red my track record is clean mistakes and all I trust in the visceral