3.31.2011

doing it again...

the facebook peer pressure got to me, so i'm going to try to do napowrimo again this year.

found some good tips...and there's always the random haiku to get through the slow days.

so here we go!

3.30.2011

forever & always...

you know who you are...



Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles
confusion is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after--

sometimes you picture me--
I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me, I can't hear
what you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
the second hand unwinds

chorus:
if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
time after time

after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows--you're wondering
if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time--

chorus:
if you're lost...

you said go slow--
I fall behind
the second hand unwinds--

chorus:
if you're lost...
...time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time

3.25.2011

3.05.2011

the new lab

my journals tend to last about 6 months or so...

interestingly, it seems i always need a new one just before my birthday.


don't forget to grow with the moon...

forge

for dae

within the pain is a small pearl of pleasure.

the defiant measure of, "you will not kill me."

the sweet, salty ache
of lemon on a paper cut;
a stinging, biting healing.

the ability to laugh.
deep, belly laughs.

the smug chuckle of the harlot after a lashing from the wife.
the snicker of the Goddess before she moved underground.
the maniacal cackle in the midst of a gut wrenching cry.

that is the jewel i am creating
deep down in the center of myself.

3.04.2011

making it

it seems many of us are looking for rest,
soft places.
evolution has made us tired
like babies just birthed,
their eyes assaulted by hospital lights.

we need comfort
and deep waters.
if we're lucky
we find them
somewhere between the laundromat
and the cubicle wall.

we will make it past this.
we will.
we have to.
there is more work to do.
more blessings to bring to the world.

rest is only rest
not death.

the cycles continue.