Archive for August, 2007

30
Aug
07

Introducing an old friend…

You must…..without delay….go read the beautiful things coming out of Christopher’s Head

He is a very dear friend of mine that I have known for too long to remember. I have been completely entranced by his writing – so go on, jump down the rabbit hole –

22
Aug
07

Loud Mouth Lucy

Sing softly, Loud Mouth Lucy!
No one loves fingernails on a blackboard
Boys
and girls
Dressed in tablecloth kilts and
White button downs singing
Singing sweet hymns of childhood dreams
Their little angel voices float
Through the air ducts and the aged ears
of the educator

He shuffles me to the back of the crowd
Hides me behind tall Benny
His head absorbs my hopeful song
But I sing anyway
For Benny to hear my resistance
I am headed where these are not
I’ll be loud and make
history
They will be loud and make
babies

That mad man – six feet tall
Gangly arms waving
Picking
                 the pretty blonds to sing bad solos
Using his education
To gain favor from
                the insignificant

22
Aug
07

Actually 145

an inflated pride
creeps boldly
consistently
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intimidation
who are you
your words steer straight
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strangled by pleasing
silenced fear
smothering words
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like complacent dogs
changing word games
lazy mutt
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sparingly loved by
with distance
incomparable
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devastated soul
deflated
presumption nigh
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both lifted and dropped
i hear you
i know you
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unintentional
fearing the best
fearing the fear
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my breathing juxtaposed
opinions
sears like ice
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irresistably
drawn to kill
fearlessly stab
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recount yesterday
relive now
then smother next
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returning to right
to before
never enough

22
Aug
07

How I Feel

The smocked painter sheds her shackles
And dons the wings of the familiar brush
She paints a poem of freedom
With feet made famous by another
Forgiven yet still paying the price
                      of mistakes the faulty brush made
On a borrowed canvas

To be as free as the singer is to vamp
Yet frozen in the confines of meter
Refusing to sell out to the barbaric public
Yet needing to buy milk and eggs tonight
It’s an awkward life
Knowing the truth of how things work
           out to make us cookie cutter citizens
Wanting to be painters

22
Aug
07

Next

The day will come to embrace your seed
To look into the face of what you
                         could have become
A chance to nurture and create art
That transcends the reach of your hands

Farther, higher, more succesful they will go
If you do your job well and without fear
                         of falling again
Your blood will run and pump and flow
To the drum of persistance

21
Aug
07

Baby Steps

Wisdom gives birth to a specific lifestyle – it’s so easy to pick it out in a crowded street. Wisdom’s child has a certain color and smell about her. It’s a long way to sensory eutopia, but a short step away from failure…

21
Aug
07

Opposition

Music
Transient Communication
Inspiring, Breathing, Expressing
Harmonious Passion – Dissonant Lover
Restricting, Forbidding, Condeming
Creativity Confined
War




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