Hmm shaboom
to the courageous on the block
and I wish I were
I wish I were strong
like those rocks that wouldn't break
no matter how hard I threw them
on the flagstones and sidewalks
Mmm right on
for every thought
of every girl
who decided that language
words
syllables were power
were love
were breath
are lifelines and fortresses
And honey don't you worry
about every tear
over each serrated
avaricious fear monger
cool on down like stoic serenity
and let those droplets freeze into diamonds
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Upside Down
Upside down out the window
are poplar trees
broccoli crowns
and blue skies
blue air
Upside down out the window
are curtain rods
crumpled reflections
and window glass
plates of world
are poplar trees
broccoli crowns
and blue skies
blue air
Upside down out the window
are curtain rods
crumpled reflections
and window glass
plates of world
Labels:
Poetry
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
All Dream Song
I'd
like to
dream dream dream
because I do
dream dream
See,
at night I
dream
at school I
dream
in between
I give up a dream
but
I'd
like to
dream dream dream
Labels:
Poetry
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Are there any left who haven't kissed the enemy?
And I can hope
I can hope
I can hope
I can hope
I can hope
Labels:
quote
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Put Some Meaning to My Dreams
And they think these days that we've no imagination.
They structure us more,
and they structure ours more.
They'll say what's best
as if it's best for each of us.
There's no thought put to fallibility
and dreams are dreamed,
but they only come true in minuscule numbers
nowadays.
They structure us more,
and they structure ours more.
They'll say what's best
as if it's best for each of us.
There's no thought put to fallibility
and dreams are dreamed,
but they only come true in minuscule numbers
nowadays.
Labels:
Poetry
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
'Neath
May I tell you how I feel tonight
In colors red and gray
Fear
And a depth of sadness unknown to me
They do come as criminals and sweepers
All that must be done is weeping
Please
Change the entire life I've known
May I do as I ought
In skies unlike tonight's
In colors red and gray
Fear
And a depth of sadness unknown to me
They do come as criminals and sweepers
All that must be done is weeping
Please
Change the entire life I've known
May I do as I ought
In skies unlike tonight's
Labels:
Poetry
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Empathy
I think I saw understanding in her eyes,
when the light refracted found its way to mine.
I’d just told her about the pain of generations,
of my generation,
of hers.
She’d listened like a small child,
no grimace scarred her mouth.
Yet, I could see compassion,
written on her face.
We laughed with struggling vengeance,
and smiled with rough calluses.
I think I saw perception, observation, joy.
We danced to one another and I saw the pain,
washed like smooth, clean marble – never to be seen again.
Labels:
Poetry
Thursday, February 7, 2013
I Think We’re Braver Here
The courage not to blame came
through it
And I was almost freed
The words that tumultuously fell
from my numb lips were holier, earth-shattering
Wincing strings played for me in
my newfound ability
They pulled me out of dungeons
with their guts and saved, saved, saved me
A healthy dose of electricity
pranced stallion-like through my passage ways
And I’m almost sure that it
confused my observers
But I rose not to fall and screamed not to be silenced
Perhaps there would be no joiners in my bravery and less
than no inspiration inspired
I am no advocate for selfishness
I am an advocate for selfness
I will live for These Words and Those
And may the words that fall from my smile-crying lips be
holier, earth-shattering
Labels:
Poetry
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Hush to the Ground
Hush to the ground
Swinging, swaying newness
Hush to the ground - new and old alike
Rush with the sunset,
Hurry like a bolt
Scatter without whispers – find a truer route
Hush to the ground
In colors that enjoy you
Hush to the ground – flying on a wish
Blush with the autumn
Turn the summer over
Hope in life alone – live through no spirit’s hiss
Hush to the ground
Playing, laughing richness
Hush to the ground – cry not for what is lost
Labels:
Poetry
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