We are writing tonight
Those of us for whom words are beyond expression
we are writing tonight
We are writing for
a mother's wailing
a father's heartbreak
a child lost
a system broken
and a pain, reminded and renewed
We write
to scream
to explode
to plead
to pray
We are writing tonight
in hopes that our words will be heard
and not fall simply on deaf ears
We are writing for
our freedom of expression
for what other way to hear the sound but in a singing so low that only the rocks and GOD would hear-
and understand
We write
as record keepers- historians- and history makers
transforming visual life unto the page
We. Are. Writing. Tonight. to.....
give voice- incite thought- pray- reason- understand- reach acceptance- shine our own Light of hope- dialog- grieve all over again.... to heal
WE. ARE. WRITING. TONIGHT.
(7-13-13)
Saturday, July 13, 2013
7-13-13
Please, please- in the name of all that is Holy- do not do anything stupid. If you're angry, enraged, etc; take a moment and be calm. Zimmerman may have been found not guilty in human court, but GOD knows the truth. Let there be peace, patience and love today.
This may be asking a lot- but if you see ANY injustice-violence- or negative ripples around you whenever, wherever you are in the next days, weeks, months- turn on your LIGHT. Be the peace that is needed in that moment. Be the calm in the storm. Only then will change sincerely start to come about. We are loosing our children to this horrific violence EVERYDAY. And IT NEEDS TO STOP.
This may be asking a lot- but if you see ANY injustice-violence- or negative ripples around you whenever, wherever you are in the next days, weeks, months- turn on your LIGHT. Be the peace that is needed in that moment. Be the calm in the storm. Only then will change sincerely start to come about. We are loosing our children to this horrific violence EVERYDAY. And IT NEEDS TO STOP.
Monday, June 24, 2013
falling out of my mind with fever
wanting something that I know not what
is it your touch I crave
beating inside me so relentlessly
skimming your hands over my body
I shudder uncontrollably
all I need is one pulse
and I'm over the edge
how is it that you have the looks of an angel
and the mind of a sinner
I'm more than willing to do penance for you
just touch me and I say yes
tell me what you want from me
one word "open" and I do
take what you want from me
I'll not ask much in return
just
don't
s
t
o
p
... ... ...
(6/24/2013)
wanting something that I know not what
is it your touch I crave
beating inside me so relentlessly
skimming your hands over my body
I shudder uncontrollably
all I need is one pulse
and I'm over the edge
how is it that you have the looks of an angel
and the mind of a sinner
I'm more than willing to do penance for you
just touch me and I say yes
tell me what you want from me
one word "open" and I do
take what you want from me
I'll not ask much in return
just
don't
s
t
o
p
... ... ...
(6/24/2013)
(some overdue writings... don't ask. these are for a friend)
Desire running rampant
coursing through my veins
I can hardly breathe for lack of space
lungs stop short confronted with you
All I want is to mold myself upon you like a vine creeper
Run my hands over you fuse our mouths together until I can't just breathe you for sustenance
Can't you see I'm burning, melting, dying with the rage of my desire for you
Dreaming of a touch unrequited
But the fuse has been ignited
And all I want to do is burn myself out on you
(6/19/2011)
Elemental Longing
Somewhere in deep within deep inside
that space time logic train of thought continuum is
a longing so deep that
it frightened the Victorians
was abhorred by the Puritans
banned by the Catholics and so
had it's head cover'd
hemlines lower'd
busts ensconced
brow beaten verbally
and flat out denied of existence
The need for pure human connection
through tactile sensate emotion
has always been intrinsic to humanity
(12/18/2011)
(These are the mildly sexual ones... I've to get the harder ones off my Xdrive. But I promise more soon...)
Desire running rampant
coursing through my veins
I can hardly breathe for lack of space
lungs stop short confronted with you
All I want is to mold myself upon you like a vine creeper
Run my hands over you fuse our mouths together until I can't just breathe you for sustenance
Can't you see I'm burning, melting, dying with the rage of my desire for you
Dreaming of a touch unrequited
But the fuse has been ignited
And all I want to do is burn myself out on you
(6/19/2011)
Elemental Longing
Somewhere in deep within deep inside
that space time logic train of thought continuum is
a longing so deep that
it frightened the Victorians
was abhorred by the Puritans
banned by the Catholics and so
had it's head cover'd
hemlines lower'd
busts ensconced
brow beaten verbally
and flat out denied of existence
The need for pure human connection
through tactile sensate emotion
has always been intrinsic to humanity
(12/18/2011)
(These are the mildly sexual ones... I've to get the harder ones off my Xdrive. But I promise more soon...)
yeah.. this is going live....
Dead love walking
Ears tired of talking
Feelings gone numb
Nothing left to love
Empty shell hollow
No more promises of tomorrow
Done with the inconsistencies
Playing to forever mysteries
Given down to my last hope
Still swinging on that sad rope
Played thoroughly for years
Cried oceans of tears
Nothing matters anymore
No longer too oblivious to ignore
The daily damage is done
Love cancer from playing unprotected in the sun
I don't plan on dying another day
Life is hard enough to fake
Now freeing on the run
Living a new life just begun
Saying goodbye to dead love inside
No longer willing to hide
There's time for everything
And this here is a new spring
I'm willing to get up and fly
Even though I'm scared of heights
Every day is a gift
That I am no longer willing to miss
Living life here and now
So watch me as I take my bow
Feeling stronger than ever before
Rocking the world like never adored
Giving all I have to those who deserve it
Cause like haircolor says- Baby I'M WORTH IT.
Dead love walking
Ears tired of talking
Feelings gone numb
Nothing left to love
Empty shell hollow
No more promises of tomorrow
Done with the inconsistencies
Playing to forever mysteries
Given down to my last hope
Still swinging on that sad rope
Played thoroughly for years
Cried oceans of tears
Nothing matters anymore
No longer too oblivious to ignore
The daily damage is done
Love cancer from playing unprotected in the sun
I don't plan on dying another day
Life is hard enough to fake
Now freeing on the run
Living a new life just begun
Saying goodbye to dead love inside
No longer willing to hide
There's time for everything
And this here is a new spring
I'm willing to get up and fly
Even though I'm scared of heights
Every day is a gift
That I am no longer willing to miss
Living life here and now
So watch me as I take my bow
Feeling stronger than ever before
Rocking the world like never adored
Giving all I have to those who deserve it
Cause like haircolor says- Baby I'M WORTH IT.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Sunday 2-17-13
So I'm learning... Learning to trust my instincts, leaning to rely on certain things that people say or do; learning to find my voice and speak my truth. It's been an interesting past few months. Not sure where the road is headed, but I'm finally ready to drive my own car. So hang on- or not- because here we go!
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