punctuation go to hell
i don’t need you
like ee cummings
i love the flow of life
i don’t need separation or forced transition
i go on like a flowing river
that takes me down its windy path
my illness is a paradox
it brings you through a whirlwind of love and hate
it takes you down paths you’d never discover
isolated
yet connected to everything
i listen to the songs that fit my transient mood
i am a flashing flicker in the sky
i am a feather in the wind
i move with the moon with the tides with the effervescent waves at night
i dig my feet under warm white sand
as i sit on a beach of solitude gazing at the milky way
utter silence
it calms this mind that tortures and pulsates with a bruised and aching heart
and yet
i’m afraid the words will disappear from the page
will fade from black to grey to utter nothingness
i am an artist
i am brilliant beautiful strange
seductive and alluring
sweet and juicy like the pomegranate that transforms
your carefree summer into a winter of pensiveness
i feel what you dont feel
i know what you dont know
i sense the secrets in the sky
and interpret their labyrinth of significance and prophecy
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
echos
I am playing in a hall that echos with unheard ivory notes that glisten and shine blue and cold like icy bells
“No hay banda”,
Its all in our heads
Its what we want to hear but isn’t really there,
No hay.
“No hay banda”,
Its all in our heads
Its what we want to hear but isn’t really there,
No hay.
jaded
Have we become so jaded that we can no longer love?
Can we go on living our lives as if every day were just another page in a postmodern novel
no meaning, just another black and white.
another meaningless story,
another snapshot with artistic beauty but no real focus.
Where is the meaning on this blue and lonely orb?
when does God return?
Is he just dead like the rest of us,
Or does he sit idle, bored tapping his finger against grey rainclouds,
wondering when we’ll return to a garden,
when we’ll dip our soft bodies into cool pools
naked and happy like giggling white babies
Will they lose their meaning like us
like our love
Will they become jaded too and lose all interest in the world,
Will they merely float away?
What happened to our innocence?
did we come into this world only to die,
to lose our wonder our fascination with mountains seas and deserts,
can we no longer hear God’s voice?
did we forget Jerusalem, the heaven of our hearts
where muezzins churchbells verses in hebrew resonate from high towers?
Have we forgtotten the olive trees of Palestine,
the cedars of Lebanon,
have we lost track of jesus’ footsteps through ancient lands
the prayers of the hopeful and of those crying in the dark assured that
one day,
God would answer their calls?
Does he listen to our prayers
or does he merely fade away run away like you?
Cowardly, disappointed and impatient.
The words are all the same,
we know each others thoughts
we ignore them cuz we think we’re isolated,
and yet we’re not-
We’re all islands on the same ocean,
Meaningful and meaningless,
All at the same time.
Can we go on living our lives as if every day were just another page in a postmodern novel
no meaning, just another black and white.
another meaningless story,
another snapshot with artistic beauty but no real focus.
Where is the meaning on this blue and lonely orb?
when does God return?
Is he just dead like the rest of us,
Or does he sit idle, bored tapping his finger against grey rainclouds,
wondering when we’ll return to a garden,
when we’ll dip our soft bodies into cool pools
naked and happy like giggling white babies
Will they lose their meaning like us
like our love
Will they become jaded too and lose all interest in the world,
Will they merely float away?
What happened to our innocence?
did we come into this world only to die,
to lose our wonder our fascination with mountains seas and deserts,
can we no longer hear God’s voice?
did we forget Jerusalem, the heaven of our hearts
where muezzins churchbells verses in hebrew resonate from high towers?
Have we forgtotten the olive trees of Palestine,
the cedars of Lebanon,
have we lost track of jesus’ footsteps through ancient lands
the prayers of the hopeful and of those crying in the dark assured that
one day,
God would answer their calls?
Does he listen to our prayers
or does he merely fade away run away like you?
Cowardly, disappointed and impatient.
The words are all the same,
we know each others thoughts
we ignore them cuz we think we’re isolated,
and yet we’re not-
We’re all islands on the same ocean,
Meaningful and meaningless,
All at the same time.
azaleas
take me back south where the azaleas bloom bold
where dogwoods paint a gentle blue sky with white soft grace
i long for its warmth
i long for the sun
(not this faded-grey ball that bounces bored in a hazy sky
i long for loving rose-cheeked women with round, soft bodies that embrace me,
their thick dumplings simmering in cracked tiled kitchens
they’re so unlike these men in black suits
hiding under spiny umbrellas,
seeking refuge in their 9-5’s,
resting their puffy eyes in cushioned office chairs,
disguising their hearts-
those shadowed caves of solitude
see the trees’ gentle yet stark silhouettes against a bleak washington sky
they are no longer beautiful to me
where dogwoods paint a gentle blue sky with white soft grace
i long for its warmth
i long for the sun
(not this faded-grey ball that bounces bored in a hazy sky
i long for loving rose-cheeked women with round, soft bodies that embrace me,
their thick dumplings simmering in cracked tiled kitchens
they’re so unlike these men in black suits
hiding under spiny umbrellas,
seeking refuge in their 9-5’s,
resting their puffy eyes in cushioned office chairs,
disguising their hearts-
those shadowed caves of solitude
see the trees’ gentle yet stark silhouettes against a bleak washington sky
they are no longer beautiful to me
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