10am
the world whispers “run,
or you may break,” but broken
you may rise, fly, fall….
Still Living
Don’t think of him as gone away
His journey’s just begun
Life holds so many facets
This Earth is only one
Just think of him as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days or years
Think how he must be wishing
That we could know today
That nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away
And think of him as living
In the hearts of those he’s touched
For nothing loved is never lost
And he was loved so much (more…)
Green
Green is a modest dress
covering the lustful girl
who wants most often
to be an honest child.
green seldom dazzles nor
brings to dream, to
tempt or to seduce
unwilling hopes with
sudden revelry.
shatter green glass,
it lays there in specks
of sand without life
singing a capella on
stage, stark, still.
no green for me, heartily
I tell you more and bravely
are my purple shades so
strong, unashamed,
who become your diva whore.
4
The sun shines every day. The leaves don’t change. “The air is different
here,” A woman said yesterday as she got out her car, “Yes, the air
is different,” someone else said. Then a girl, maybe 7, got out
and hugged the woman. They stood that way for a long time. The woman
loved that girl, or at least, loved that moment. The happiness was there
all over her face. Did they escape something?
I suspect they escaped the valley,
and arrived here for Korean BBQ, triumphant.
In a place where I’m safe,
where it is beautiful and the sun shines every day, why am I jealous of a girl
and a woman? Is it the girl? Is it the woman? Or is it being held and held
well beyond the regular amount by someone who never wants to let you go?
Dreams
I dream of all that I could be
Of the life that I could live
If only it could be real for me
Oh what I wouldn’t give
It comes to me in visions
And wisps of imagination
I see now more clearly
I am tired of being patient
At times I am excited
At other times afraid
I don’t want regrets
Looking at the life I’ve made
Anything is possible
What a delicious thought
Immersed in this belief
I live the life I’ve sought
Energized
Excited
Motivated
Delighted
With faith I step forward
A deep belief in myself
Knowing nothing can stop me now
Except for myself
No turning back
Empowered and free
There’s nothing to do
Except to be me
I show up
I give it my all
No holding back
Not afraid to stand tall
I begin to live this life
Of which I’ve dreamed about
All that’s within me
I am letting it out
Being all that I am
Playing small no more
I feel such incredible Joy
As I begin to soar
The Flaming Piñata
The Flaming Piñata
I liked playing with matches– the spark, the dancing blue of the flame.
The sweet biting fragrance of sulfur seemed to whisper my name.
One afternoon, it stood, beckoning me from my childlike dream:
A piñata: bright, welcoming colors of red, yellow, blue, and green!
With skillful hands, I lit up the beast.
Flames burst like little Mexican candies exploding from its belly.
My seven year old attempts to put out the fire, all in vain.
Time to call upon the only creature worthy of the challenge: Mom.
She battled the fiery beast with buckets upon buckets of water.
Cremated remains of yellow, red, blue, and green tissue were hauled outside for a decent burial.
I knew I could always count on my mom to be by my side in any battle.
And each time I see a piñata at a party, I have an entirely different perspective of the red, yellow, blue, and green tissue paper.
No more Beauty
The light that used to light up my soul with beauty.
Now the beauty is covered by the darkness of death.
Their was know more light to be found.
Just the darkness of hell that capture my body.
It was the worst pain my body was into the darkness.
Covered my soul with the worst darkness.
You could feel their wasn’t no more feeling of anything.
It was just the pain of hell.
Surrounded my soul with the worst darkness.
Of hell was around my body.
Their was know more feeling of any kind just feeling.
Of death.
That my body was in my soul couldn’t feel anything .
No warmth to be found .
Just darkness that surrounded my soul.
Sparing
Be sparing with your offering..
don’t cast pearls before swine…
Imagine a pig in pearls, sloshing in the mud completely unaware how long it took for that oyster to manifest just one bead?
I have cast plenty of pearls… One bead at a time… scattered them before those unaware of the magic they possess…
Once I have picked them all back up I’ll string them together again.
Hour 4: Pale Dark Deadline
Are you hungry, little lady?
Well tonight you dine on dust
Don’t you wish to eat it?
Well you must, my dear, you must
Don’t try to wash it down with tears
The salt stings all the more
He pointed with a finger at the crooked mantle clock
The pendulum ceased swinging
The cogs succumbed to rust
He pointed with a finger and the hands they pointed back
Are you tired now, dear woman?
Tonight you’ll sleep in dirt
If it helps to quell your fears
I can promise you won’t hurt
Are you famished, little man?
Well tonight you dine on ash
There’s no use being fussy
Come now, don’t be rash
Don’t try to trade another’s place
If they go, you still go too
He turned and made a gesture toward the setting sun
The light was fading quickly
There came the faintest plash
He turned and made a gesture and his footprints filled with blood
Are you exhausted now, dear sir?
Tonight you’ll sleep in flame
If it helps you go in peace and grace
Just know you all end up the same
Pale and dark he was at once
Slight, but looming too
They had never seen his face
Yet knew him when he came
He beckoned and they dragged their feet
But followed all the same