Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Sit Still
Writing and Poetry
Well,
I can't tell you who I am.
Searching for peace.
In stillness.
In silence.
There it was.
For a moment.
Always on the end of my finger tips.
A dream I can't remember.
I hate to tell you.
-I'm not searching for love.
Never have been.
-Although I've tried to pretend so often I was.
I need something else.
Only I can give myself.
Not sure what it is.
Or how to get it.
Love.
I feel it.
For everyone.
And no-one in particular.
Like peace.
Sit still.
There it goes.
Fumbling from my grasp.
Tell the ego to stop thinking.
In the microcosm of my mind it all floats by for a moment.
Love. Peace.
The me that I want to be.
Sit still and be.
Tell the ego to stop thinking.
It's easier said than done.
10:34 PM
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
00:00:00 (Zero Hour)- Trailer
Jobs, Work, Careers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSNk2Mz9fSc
zero:hour. done '06.
3:27 PM
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
more quotes from FAUST
Religion and Philosophy
"I do not seek salvation in mere apathy
-awe is the greatest boon we are allocated
and though our world would have us stifle feeling,
if we are stirred profoundly we sense the infinite"
FAUST part II a dark gallery
4:56 PM
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
goethe
Goals, Plans, Hopes
i read something that i thought was brilliant the other day.
while i was looking up information on Goethe, you know, Faust.
wrap your mind around this little nugget:
Art is long, life short: judgment difficult, opportunity transient. Wilhelm Meister
-J.W. von Goethe
which applies to my life right now in SO many ways,
AND another quote about the book Wilheim Meister but really life:
The lesson of the book is that we should give unity to our lives by devoting them with hearty enthusiasm to some pursuit, and that the pursuit is assigned to us by Nature through the capacities she has given u s. -On Goethe
-Sir J. R. Seely
and so we act, dance, sing, paint, draw, create and write...
i just wanted to pass these little pearls along.
-X
7:05 PM
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Friday, November 09, 2007
season of love
Writing and Poetry
tucked away in an obvious corner of my life are my feelings for you.
gathering light dust they sit quietly casting small shadows.
they bear grooves along the soft parts from where i periodically take them out, inspecting them with subdued hope and a halfhearted smile.
like waiting for the water to warm. not quite ready yet, but getting there.
i'm looking out the window waiting for the wind to come and blow away the lazy dust that gathered bored and quite by circumstance on the understated trinkets
for the season to change, the vine to ripen the time to be right to announce
it is time to love you again.
11:41 PM
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Monday, November 05, 2007
jigsaw puzzles in the dark
Writing and Poetry
The words were the hardest thing to say.
Simple thoughts. "I like you. I want to know you."
Like putting a jigsaw puzzle together in the dark.
The framework, all of the pieces are there.
Somehow the darkness of it all, the being in the dark of it all, keeps the fit at bay.
So many unfinished puzzles in so many dark rooms, so many lives half put together tonight.
Because the words are the hardest things to say.
9:07 PM
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Friday, November 02, 2007
burds (uh, i mean birds.....)
Writing and Poetry
blah! blah! blah! the dainty bird sang at twilight. blah. blah. blah.
1:25 AM
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Monday, October 15, 2007
the darkness
Writing and Poetry
here in the darkness as the past creeps in around me
i remember who i am.
such pretty ugliness
cigarettes and old wine. lipstick and distant "I'm sorries."
like yellowed photographs and faded ink
a blue tattoo of another more black today.
the crisp lines of crossed legs and polished silver
cast long shadows in the creeping night
and mean silhouettes whisper from dark memories in the corner
"do you recall when...?"
a few stumbles and one weak submission revealed bruises and contusions
beyond physical repair.
beyond the gauze and bandage of time and forgiveness.
a sultry lean and a graceful pop of the shoulder
give the fluid of emotion a whirl
and for a moment tempt with familiarity
"it felt so good to be so bad"
soon the wind stops. reflections settle.
the blur of lamp light and life light clears to reveal two head lights advancing.
the present is here.
8:35 PM
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Friday, October 12, 2007
high
Writing and Poetry
i spent all day
chasing the tail end of a high
black ribbon
whipping the air
persistent
as i leapt gracelessly
one hand in the air the air the air the air...
jumping in circles
up
down
around
capricious and
empty
handed
7:38 PM
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Wednesday, October 03, 2007
random moments
Writing and Poetry
Every time I walk away my visage dims.
I won't let you say goodbye first in case it is our last.
Every moment from that moment when my heart spins
Sends my mind reeling into the past.
I can live there in certain anxious moments of my day
When the distance and the reasons are away.
8:17 PM
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For M. Who will never know....
Writing and Poetry
Finishing a kiwi at a table in the sun, lighting up a cigarette and alone,
I picture you entering my room with purpose and a hushed "hello…", dripping with expectation.
The thrill of your embrace still shoots down my body from the only place you exist now to the place you never knew.
I still tingle as when your breath was on my cheek and your glance took its time over my body.
Standing in a doorway the world outside.
Unspoken moments, shy nods and the subtle signs of inner struggle filled the past.
Your smile. Sweet with interest.
Stolen pictures when I wasn't looking capture what you couldn't have.
Do you look at them now in our absence when she's not around, and remember?
Are you thinking of me too?
7:56 PM
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there is God
Writing and Poetry
For-
There is beauty in pain-
There is understanding in desire-
There is satisfaction in need-
There is wisdom in ignorance-
There is accomplishment in the mundane-
There is intricacy in simplicity-
There is complexity in lucidity
And clarity in chaos-
There is strength in weakness and intelligence in the innocent
Wait – and be patient….
Currently
listening
:
The Best of the Song Books
7:24 PM
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Tuesday, October 02, 2007
the words of a poet
Writing and Poetry
If life had a soundtrack
music would be the expressions
of a poet.
The words of a writer would tell the story
in melodies
that appealed to everyone,
like wafts of rythm
audible through other senses.
And all we'd need to understand one another
would be a beating heart.
How simple it would be. -Me
7:27 PM
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Saturday, September 22, 2007
a poets empty audience
Writing and Poetry
Rat-a-tat-tat
The scat cat spat
This and that
So matter of fact
Exact and with tact
Thoughts stacked
high
In front of wide eyes
Biding their time
For the wine in their mind
To rewind and find
A meaning
In an evening of
Preening and careening
In and out
Of each others lives.
Too much knowledge being
Laid on the blank page of so many trivial heads.
Disappearing ink
Meant to make them think
Left them confused and wanting a drink
As they blankly blink
Away the night.
On and on the deafening song
So long with wrongs
Railed upon
The immune ears
Like dull spears or grinding gears
That suddenly STOP.
Applause for the cause
Menopause or dirty drawers
In-laws, with sharp claws
A brief pause
"What did he say?"
Leave the scene in a silver dream
Feeling clean and serene with
The empty thought that something
Important was said tonight
But what?
7:03 AM
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Sunday, September 16, 2007
conversations
Writing and Poetry
Every time we speak
I love a lifetime in our conversation.
In a few brief words
Or a forced exchange
Continents shift
Waters fall and
Hilltops form.
And in the ensuing silence,
Islands of tragedy break away from hope and crash into the unknown.
When the distant skies cloud my mind and our goodbyes rain down in biting drops of doubt - I forget you.
-But last night your voice echoed through the hollow of my body and I answered.
Through bog and jungle where affection grew twisted and quiet,
Your voice led mine.
Our hands intertwined and holding firmly.
"Where are you taking me?"
Freely, through the desert past,
Where our future never took,
I followed your words, gently inhaling the organic winds, green with hints of new growth.
If hope springs eternal you're lips are the font where my spirit drinks.
Will it live this time? Will it grow to more?
WAIT
There are still more words to say…
A tomorrow to consider as it drips from your lips,
Sweet nectar inviting the senses to taste.
A thousand thoughts and then two more,
Ripple outward from each word.
Will you think you love me?
Will you say you need me?
Your voice says it for you in every trivial verb and unfamiliar noun.
I might think I love you.
If I hold your hand I might even say it.
But your voice is enough for now.
As the depths of all things left unsaid darken into silence.
Drowning I swim to the nearest island phrase-
A hopeful insinuation of things to come-
ANY thing to come- and I rest there.
In the shade of your shadow.
9:09 PM
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