10.14.2013
The Bereaved
Faded photographs
Edges peeling
Browning memories
Corners dissolving
Ever lingering
Withering--
You never know what it will be like
Sand castles washed away with the ebbing tide
Clam shells clamped shut
Salty serum poured out
Wasted
and collected
Pooled and sitting, waiting
Stagnant
You never know what it will be like
Flames and debris colliding
--Exploding--
Whirlwinds of fury
Clashing, twisting
Confusing
Emptiness so intense
Unfathomable
Dark
All-consuming
Hurt
Piled on thick until it forms a pit
that sits, and sits, and sits, and sits
and never goes away.
The erosion.
The silence.
As if everything died
Life, interrupted
Corroded
Corrupted
Ceased
Everything the same as ever
But forever altered
and that, irrevocable
The stillness
The numbness
is the worst of all.
You never know what it will be like
Until, suddenly
you know.
9.30.2013
Incomplete
traced
transparent
wind-whipped
whispered
floating until I'm Caught
Carried on the breeze of something more substantial than I
and, suddenly
Filled
with meaning, purpose
Existence
Suddenly recognizable
Part of a whole that is not made whole until the Part becomes
Part and parcel
Paradoxical
Yet true and resounding
Suddenly Surrounding
Encompassing
and complete.
I am not me until I am you
and you are me
and we are We
And then
Only then
are we substance.
Words
not my phrases
foreigners crowding
blindly pressing through this dark tunnel
Urgent.
Time-released from the throes of routine and duty
not genuine spontaneity
tangled in the barbed wire of politesse
and proper placement
and meaningless.
2.14.2011
Multichromatic Chronology
1.31.2011
Revival
an expression of exuberant, self-imposed praise
which radiates from that moment of climax
at the junction of doubt and hope
where trust is transparent, but rapture is real
where I dance in the dank bowels of rain tunnels
mud mixing with murk and other things
where I think I may catch pneumonia, but I know I will be fine.
This is an ode to self-assurance
a statement regarding the shedding of scales
and the embrace of effervescence.
Here in this lonely corridor
joy springs like a fantastic fountain
ecstatic, ironic, and more than phenomenal
like showers of faithfulness, mercy, and love.
My cup runneth over
its contents spill into my arms
and I hold a pool of heat
and boiling water
and salty tears
and eternal salvation.
There are no others, only silver-lined shadows
and a clean cashmere breeze that warms from within.
This is an ode to isolation.
This is a song for me, and me alone.
11.15.2010
Experience-Based Prescience
She'll fall in love. Before she knows what hit her, she'll fall in head over heels, bright lights in Vegas, unconditional, punch drunk love. You can already see him coming--here he is, with his sharp suit and his gold chain and his quick tongue and his time-travelled knowledge; she with her braided hair and her glittery eyes and her brand new shoes and her freshly picked blossoms...
She'll never learn his name, but it won't matter, because he'll teach her everything she'll ever really need to know. And she'll be powerless to stop it...yeah, before she even knows what she's doing, she'll know exactly what she's doing.
So this mystery guy will turn magic tricks with her unruly curls and her precocious hips, and he'll rock her world because she's nice and thick, but as time unfurls...
He'll tire of her pearls...
And move on to the diamonds of other girls...
And she'll be all grown up with nothing to commemorate her journey. Except that nagging pain in her back and that new bump in her belly.
And sometimes, while she's learning her numbers or playing with dolls, she'll wish she could remember the point of it all...
But mostly, her mind will travel with him into the hearts of young women, and she'll watch him touch them in their darkest, most secret places...
And while pining for him, she'll feel for them, because they have braided hair and glittering eyes, and she can already see them giving him their undivided attention, and she knows that before they know what hit them, they'll find themselves in head over heels, bright lights in Vegas, unconditional, punch drunk love...
And they'll be powerless to stop it.
I Am
Returning to encase you in a cloud of ginger opium; to enchant your mind; to irrigate your peaks and valleys with my wicked witch hazel.
Yes, I am Cleopatra, reincarnation of your Almighty Goddess, returning to rule your castle forever and ever
Returning to take your hard parts and combine them with my soft parts; returning to brew a textural fantasy so rich a queen could not afford it.
For I am Cleopatra, reincarnation of your All-Powerful Goddess, returning to rule your kingdom, forever and ever, Amen.
7.14.2010
Awakening
Barefoot amidst the tall grass
As I eagerly
Rush the horizon
Chasing something I can't see
Cotton-colored dream
Soft and elegant
Cashmere raindrops on my face
Wash cold tears away
It's not so hard now
Pain recedes as time goes on
The front end of dawn
I am closer now
I feel sun warmth, I see light
I am almost there
And then, suddenly
I can stop, I'm here, I'm home
Cotton-colored dream.