Monday, October 29, 2007




pushed on
by inspiration
of divine proportions
for the voice
that comes from within
and around
carried on the wind
through creation
in search of my ear
that is idly blocked
by melodies
of aesthetically pleasing sounds
that tickle and tantalize
working with the divine
to create

October 23, 2007

watching the moon through
the skylight protective filter
from reality
not having to touch it with my eyes
but just observe it from below
at a distance safe enough to ensure
except the beat of my own heart
that even now begins to betray me
to my spirit
and that sound is not silenced
even as I sleep with the enemy
to distract and be someone
I am not...
as I stop listening,
and stop talking.
But I am not numb,
even as hard as I try,
the skylight is an illusion I use
to protect myself
when in reality
I'm slowly fading away
into the moonlight
that I've been hiding from
as I move through life.

October 24, 2007
Art in the form of illegal activity
breaks legs and heals hearts
In forms and sounds of unknown languages
that shift consciousness to a new reality.

Peace signs painted on walls
and flowers inside barrels of guns
Carving a new path
to heal the world with our hands.
And bring us back,
before institutions,
before we made ourselves rulers,
before we were taught we couldn't feel like that.

Pushing the limits to create
and coming back
finding a new way to get there.

October 18, 2007
Ripped wings
attempt to navigate
through the falling cosmic
order of the changing of seasons

October 18, 2007

Sunday, October 28, 2007

musings of an october morning?

So you know it's around 2am apparently (even though daylight savings isn't until November this year but I don't think anyone else got that memo). I can't sleep and I'm sick. I probably can't sleep because I took a 4 hour nap at around 3pm and I didn't wake up until noon today.

I've been thinking a lot lately about things I can't control, mainly my health. Now I know that you can control your health with the way you live, but I can't control my thyroid condition. Things are good my doctor reduced my thyroid meds I take but other things always seem to happen. I'm now apparently extremely iron deficient. He informed me that eventual heart failure is a side affect of my thyroid condition. I'm not afraid of this. I'm not going to stop living. This is just the way it is and I've been thinking about it.

I wish I wasn't allergic to cats I do think they are rather cute and wouldn't mind having one.

More poetry coming soon...

Sunday, October 21, 2007

the fluidity of identity...

-wearing a ring in my nose
-applying to get my M.A. in Christian Spirituality and Interfaith Communication
-waiting for a man to come along worth loving
-rocking converse
-to write love on her arms
-no longer sleeping with the enemy
-inability to go home but not afraid
-growing up
-deciding on calvin crest next summer
-san francisco?
-long beach?
-comfortable in my skin and in myself