"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Null and Void
Your kisses have lost their meaning.
They are null and void.
Every press of your lips against my skin
Feels like poison.
Every soft word
Drowns out the sound
Of the snake waiting around the corner.
There is nothing harder to hear
Than your praise
Which sweeps over me
And onto the next pretty face.
There is nothing harder to swallow
Than your lies
Which you mix with truth
Like tossed salad.
There is nothing harder handle
Than the loss of you
And my happy delusion.
I wonder if I dreamt you.
Pieces of thoughts
And fragments of affection.
All that is left
Are memories
Wrapped up in smoke.
They are null and void.
Every press of your lips against my skin
Feels like poison.
Every soft word
Drowns out the sound
Of the snake waiting around the corner.
There is nothing harder to hear
Than your praise
Which sweeps over me
And onto the next pretty face.
There is nothing harder to swallow
Than your lies
Which you mix with truth
Like tossed salad.
There is nothing harder handle
Than the loss of you
And my happy delusion.
I wonder if I dreamt you.
Pieces of thoughts
And fragments of affection.
All that is left
Are memories
Wrapped up in smoke.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I see the boy in you
As you sit
Rooted in your chair
Making declarations
I see the boy in you
Softly smiling
Watching his feet dangle below.
I try to listen
To you
As you build up your walls
But I giggle to myself
When I see his tiny hands
Turning white
As he pulls himself up.
I see only his eyes
Peering at me
From the other side
Asking me to stay.
You play it cool
And he dances.
You lie
And he lets me know.
You rage
And he weeps.
And sometimes
When I’m very lucky
I see you both
Acting in the same moment.
It is those times
That keep me coming back.
It is in those moments
I know you
Because you know you.
And when that little boy is sad
And sitting in the corner
I want to be there
For him.
So he can crawl into my lap
And bury his face in my sweater.
I want to keep him warm
And kiss his forehead
And tell him how beautiful his tears are.
And when he’s ready
I’ll send him back to you
Lighter and brighter
And ready
To dance.
Rooted in your chair
Making declarations
I see the boy in you
Softly smiling
Watching his feet dangle below.
I try to listen
To you
As you build up your walls
But I giggle to myself
When I see his tiny hands
Turning white
As he pulls himself up.
I see only his eyes
Peering at me
From the other side
Asking me to stay.
You play it cool
And he dances.
You lie
And he lets me know.
You rage
And he weeps.
And sometimes
When I’m very lucky
I see you both
Acting in the same moment.
It is those times
That keep me coming back.
It is in those moments
I know you
Because you know you.
And when that little boy is sad
And sitting in the corner
I want to be there
For him.
So he can crawl into my lap
And bury his face in my sweater.
I want to keep him warm
And kiss his forehead
And tell him how beautiful his tears are.
And when he’s ready
I’ll send him back to you
Lighter and brighter
And ready
To dance.
A Revolution is Raging
A revolution is taking place against the powers that be and there are two kinds of people participating:
1. People filled with spirit, passion, courage, and faith in their cause.
and
2. People who have no idea there is a war going on.
Both groups are equally powerful.
1. People filled with spirit, passion, courage, and faith in their cause.
and
2. People who have no idea there is a war going on.
Both groups are equally powerful.
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