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Grasping at Intangibles
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
The Night of the Fireworks
All of the sudden and for no reason
my heart aches like loss and mourning
like future tense nostalgia and time running out
like the time years ago
when my friend’s parents were moving him half a country away
and we held tightly to our last night
trading promises in the dark
and when I finally turned to go
he called me back because there were fireworks
all of a sudden and for no reason
and he held me as we watched
until I broke free crying
running
apologizing
because I couldn’t bear the perfect beauty and tragedy
my heart
now and often
aches like that
Monday, January 28, 2013
Even The One
Even the one who says he has
no illusions or delusions
about who and what I am
(and whom I believe)
sometimes needs to take
a deep breath
a step away
a fresh look
to find me again
hopefully always
to find me again
no illusions or delusions
about who and what I am
(and whom I believe)
sometimes needs to take
a deep breath
a step away
a fresh look
to find me again
hopefully always
to find me again
Monday, October 15, 2012
I Wish I Had Known I was Beautiful Sooner
Mostly hidden is
the realization that closing the door on the house I’ve built
can be an intricate process
especially given my need to
double
15
go back and do it again
check
to ensure that yes,
there really is a monster under that bed.
from the checking
and the monster
you will be free.
The Liberation cleansing ritual
that I invented just now in a bathroom mirror,
under 2 out of 3 working lights...
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Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Advice For Metro Surfing
Widen your stance.
Bend your knees.
Stay focused. Note: if you pay too much attention to other people, you will lose your balance.
Loosen up and move with the bumps and turns.
Lean into the pressure, or it will lean into you.
Be ready to reach out if you need to.
Don't take yourself too seriously; it is always more charming to stumble with a smile.
I believe it's called grace.
Bend your knees.
Stay focused. Note: if you pay too much attention to other people, you will lose your balance.
Loosen up and move with the bumps and turns.
Lean into the pressure, or it will lean into you.
Be ready to reach out if you need to.
Don't take yourself too seriously; it is always more charming to stumble with a smile.
I believe it's called grace.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Picture
He took a picture of me
as I crouched precariously close to a stream
or improbably pretty swamp
taking pictures of small frogs
and all I can figure
is that he finds me especially beautiful
when I forget myself and simply am myself
spreading my whims like wings
like how he smiled in the moonlight with the magick of myths and fairytales
the time I chased a prehistoric sized moth
across a parking lot and into the grass
dancing unabashedly through the spotlight of his headlights.
as I crouched precariously close to a stream
or improbably pretty swamp
taking pictures of small frogs
and all I can figure
is that he finds me especially beautiful
when I forget myself and simply am myself
spreading my whims like wings
like how he smiled in the moonlight with the magick of myths and fairytales
the time I chased a prehistoric sized moth
across a parking lot and into the grass
dancing unabashedly through the spotlight of his headlights.
Perfect Summer
This is the perfect summer.
Thanks to the grace of the universal plotline
some decisive dedication on my part
and my budding instinct
for knowing a good thing when I see it
my days are being savored in the sunshine
in the grass
indulging my whims
smiling in God.
Honey drenched afternoons
evenings
late nights and headspace
are taken up with you
with us
windblown hair
delirious laughter
and all array of music loudly coaxing us.
Our time could accurately be measured
in the spins of your various odometers across the years
if we cared to spend a moment counting.
And why waste a moment counting
when there are back porches to sit on
slaughtering sci-fi swarms of mosquitos
sharing our tales and inner workings
smiling into each other's eyes
until the darkness
finally leaves us
with only our fingers entwined.
Thanks to the grace of the universal plotline
some decisive dedication on my part
and my budding instinct
for knowing a good thing when I see it
my days are being savored in the sunshine
in the grass
indulging my whims
smiling in God.
Honey drenched afternoons
evenings
late nights and headspace
are taken up with you
with us
windblown hair
delirious laughter
and all array of music loudly coaxing us.
Our time could accurately be measured
in the spins of your various odometers across the years
if we cared to spend a moment counting.
And why waste a moment counting
when there are back porches to sit on
slaughtering sci-fi swarms of mosquitos
sharing our tales and inner workings
smiling into each other's eyes
until the darkness
finally leaves us
with only our fingers entwined.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Ritual
My mala beads
in our mouths
as our tongues dance around our divinity.
I pray on these.
Succulent sacrilege
pure and primal intent
the Gods and Guides are smiling at our
spontaneous exercise in magick
and writing of rituals.
Lost in us
here and now
these are the moments
that fertilize the soil
despite our desbelief.
in our mouths
as our tongues dance around our divinity.
I pray on these.
Succulent sacrilege
pure and primal intent
the Gods and Guides are smiling at our
spontaneous exercise in magick
and writing of rituals.
Lost in us
here and now
these are the moments
that fertilize the soil
despite our desbelief.
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