12/15/13

Music & Mind & Body

The S creature
This thing that stands tall within
armed with layers of steel
shiny and cold
unmoving
when heated
turns molten
lava
volcano
Inferno.

12/2/13

Resonance

The Cello.  The deep sound that, when stroked just so, brings out a movement within me
so much so that I can not sense if I am accepting of this or if it has created me.


...and here, betwixt ass and oxen mild am I.


11/27/13

#19

19) Build a mastermind group to share ideas with.

Yes, this.
Who else is in?

I wholeheartedly agree with most all, and practice most all.
http://www.lifehack.org/articles/communication/20-ways-wake-with-motivation.html

11/22/13

Warrior Woman

I can lead a horse to water and get him 
to drink 
(and be awesome) 
but then he tramples the fountain. And excises the memory from his brain. 

It is a challenge I can only grow from, 
this I know. 

Then I remember the warrior I once was, 
with all of my witnesses 
they, who
-at the very least-
saw me experiencing it for myself
within my own skin. 
I treasure the good vibes from that trip. 
The physical challenges were not as hard 
for me as 
as acknowledging my audience. 
You did exist. 
You did see me being strong 
so I am strong. 

11/17/13

The Others, and Me.

How do I know if I am holding back something incredible that would help others find their way?
How am I so sure that I should be repressed and allow it for the concentration of my angst to set forth
in deeper rivulets
which could as well bring about greater good in the longer run
just trust that the path I am on is the right one because I am on it.
wishing there was something as easy as religion to fall on when the trust wanes
however, there is not.
There is just me.
And thank god (ha) for the woods
that I can climb through and find a path set by others for perhaps other reasons
yet there I am on it
and finding my way.
Amongst those others

all in a day.

8/31/13

July 7th - deleted Catch notes

Sometimes I just get so tired
thinking about all the people in the world
The old swimming ladies with
shriveled vaginas and concentrated opinions
The drivers going north
and the same set going south
The wind that blows for no one
yet everyone...
And I sigh
and pick up a book to get lost in awhile
to forget
and re-live
to relearn.

7/25/13

7/25

My eyes tell me the story 
that my heart hears.

My fingers get the soreness 
before your ears.

7/5/13

music is.

music.


It causes the tentacles of my brain to sway and braid together, fibers rubbing and connecting with ideas and emotions, situations and instigations – and before I know it, hours have passed and pages have been written and here I still sit. 

 ...waiting for something to happen. 

 Yet it is happening. The very moments combining together to make the tentacles of my brain sway and braid together, fibers rubbing and connecting with ideas and emotions, situations and instigations – and before I know it, hours have passed and pages have been written and here I still sit.

 ...waiting for something to happen. 

 Yet it is happening. The very moments combining together.
Forever.

4/19/13

April = Poetry Month 2013

I write
it seems
only when gloomy
or story
and freeze
when happy
no longer forlornly
gazing out the glass window
am I
but rather
the smudge on the pane
showed that although I had to shove to open it
I was there
and now
am not.


3/30/13

Who Are You


your protector is coming home
coming home

awake at night
and waiting you sit
contemplating
you life with out your life
now its gone

awake at morn
after the storm
you wish the words that swirled
had been washed away
yet they stand 
strong
for years anyway

your protector is coming home
coming home

now alone
you see what is clear
you didn't need much but your own self near
stand strong
stand tall
reach the sky 
hold your head up high
your protector has come home,
You are home.
Home.

1/25/13

Winter morn

Deep within the dawn that tasted like night
that mid-place between waves crashing and cars rushing
I walked
and listened
to a lone bird sing
Dew, mist, rain upon my face
I drew in and inhabited
this textured space.

1/16/13

Dreams from Today

Walking the red carpet with my 3 sons.

Learning and internalizing manual camera functions.

Printing and hanging up those gorgeous photographs.

Creating more art.

Painting BIG!

Share my joy.

Find more places to dance.

Write the story.

Listen to the elderly.

Walk the ocean.

Smile lots.

Organize my history.

Organize the garage.

Show and tell my boys that I love them.

Eat raw.

Create new meals.

Run regularly.

Experiment with makeup.

Dress up and go out in it.

Laugh.

Sing.










1/7/13

From a Dream



...and then, the rising tide of the gloom surpassed me
and I closed the book and said goodbye.
_____________
See the shadow?
It's coming down now.
The ridges the lines – each detail combines
until you think it is part of you
until you think it is part of you
until you think it is part of you.

It is bright outside
the light
catches eyes
closing them tight
until you think it is part of you
until you think it is part of you
until you think it is part of you.

Tasting dirt
braced for more
never opening any other door
until you think it is part of you
until you think it is part of you
until you think it is part of you
...until you think it is part of you!

1/4/13

1978 London

with a brick wall
there are mortar cracks

with concrete,
you've got a sledgehammer to smash

but the iron shield
that I feel
... impenetrable.

what is said
and what is done
are opposing countries
with axes drawn

I can see all this from above
and you?
lost in a foggy pond.






2am

(2am and) the Ponto waves are crashing crashing calling
will I meet myself out on the bluff this night?
shadows swoon
reflections, detections,
There is no me just twinkle stars and a sliver moon.