A door slams, screams exchanged.
A mother that lies, thoughts deranged.
A child that cries, becoming insane.
Aware of the beast,
Aware of the lies
Aware of the treats that are just a way to compromise.
A mixed baby both black and white, being directed on whats wrong and whats right.
Shaped and molded like a piece of clay, momma works hard everyday, for a piece of cash, peace at last.
Peace to overcome the beast, peace to overcome the game
the stories and lies that can't be made true, family loosing structure like melting glue, even the church bells now will not save you, it's time to tell the truth.
To be real,
To be honest,
To come together to form a promise
A promise of trust,
A promise to you
A promise that it will work out,
no matter the game,
there will be a clue.
Monday, April 25, 2011
black dot in the hand
While sitting in my yoga room, I heard my mom in the next room over walking up my nephew, Kalvin. She said ...hi bud, and I began to write.
Hi bud.
I'm high bud.
Sunlight glow bug.
Coffee drinkin mug.
Smile from above as the emotions flow and shift in me, love.
Resist or not,
Breathe is hot
The ego is showing through, in the now, on the dot,
Center of hand, center to breath
Center to notice, center to let leave
Center to accept, center to allow
Center to observe, center to know how
Know how to color
Know how to say
Know how to speak, letting words leak,
smiling cheek to cheek, silently sitting, on the ground,
connected to the ever evolving sound
the sound of waves crashing down,
the sounds of a chocolate meltdown,
the sound of brown,
the sound of blue,
the sound of breathe moving through,
what does silence have to say to you and will there ever be ....an eternal destiny
the home of the wise where the love sets us free
can you and me
travel in our sleep to release the jealousy-the ego mind- that holds us kept in this box- we'll soon forget..
remember! how to move
remember to groove in the joys of laughs and chunkles,
momma daddy pappa uncle brother cousin boyfriend husband love her leave her off her feet sweep her
sister mister girlfriend kissed her, beautiful eyes, just like her momma
momma, daddy left her,
baby boy is the cure
become smiles
develop style
a walk, a step,
a time to collect- the pieces
to connect- the dots
to contact- the center
to observe- the thoughts
and then your back and then your sane, and then it's no longer that confusing psychedelic game
the colors have formed a rainbow for you
to show your walk
and show your groove
dancing under a skyline of colors that shine,
shineeeee
Hi bud.
I'm high bud.
Sunlight glow bug.
Coffee drinkin mug.
Smile from above as the emotions flow and shift in me, love.
Resist or not,
Breathe is hot
The ego is showing through, in the now, on the dot,
Center of hand, center to breath
Center to notice, center to let leave
Center to accept, center to allow
Center to observe, center to know how
Know how to color
Know how to say
Know how to speak, letting words leak,
smiling cheek to cheek, silently sitting, on the ground,
connected to the ever evolving sound
the sound of waves crashing down,
the sounds of a chocolate meltdown,
the sound of brown,
the sound of blue,
the sound of breathe moving through,
what does silence have to say to you and will there ever be ....an eternal destiny
the home of the wise where the love sets us free
can you and me
travel in our sleep to release the jealousy-the ego mind- that holds us kept in this box- we'll soon forget..
remember! how to move
remember to groove in the joys of laughs and chunkles,
momma daddy pappa uncle brother cousin boyfriend husband love her leave her off her feet sweep her
sister mister girlfriend kissed her, beautiful eyes, just like her momma
momma, daddy left her,
baby boy is the cure
become smiles
develop style
a walk, a step,
a time to collect- the pieces
to connect- the dots
to contact- the center
to observe- the thoughts
and then your back and then your sane, and then it's no longer that confusing psychedelic game
the colors have formed a rainbow for you
to show your walk
and show your groove
dancing under a skyline of colors that shine,
shineeeee
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
A peek behind the eyelids
A peek behind the eye lids and this is what I see.
It all starts on a hill, looking up I see gray rocks the size of buildings staring back at me, except they have no eyes, only faces. We walk, me and a boy that is. I'm not sure of his name, only his size, and he is tall, with hair down past his ears. I follow him close behind as we walk on the faces of rocks up to the top, of whats unsure. I'm unsure. I don't know where I am and not too sure of what is waiting for me beyond these faces. I only really have two options; to keep walking with this unnamed fella, or to turn around and walk down by myself. Without hesitation, I keep walking, up and up.
In the distance I hear the sounds of machines and people working. A reminder: we are deep in the wilderness with only trees to be seen. What and where are these machines? I look at my feet as I walk, and the next time I look up I see old friends from high school and college, all boys, working, or perhaps playing. There is what seems to be a disassembled white jeep that they are rigging up. There are doors scattered, windows, and a ginger boy with hair to his shoulders welding some metal. I think to myself, how in the hell.... How did they get this jeep up here?
We keep walking...that is the boy and I.
Down the hill, to the other side, we end up in a field, that seems quite familiar to me. It appears to be some type of music festival. There are crowds of people, most of which I don't know by name. I stumble upon my family, aunts, uncles, cousins, all sitting in those portable chairs that people bring to BBQ's. Except it is not a BBQ, its more like a get drunk and celebrate type of gathering, a BYOB type of gathering. Most everyone I see has a beer in there hand, and a smile on there face. Laughing, drinking, chatting, throwing words back and forth as they sip down a nice cold one. To keep their hands from getting cold as they sit, in those damn portable chairs, they make use of coozie's, around their brews. Keeping them nice and cold, as the sun shines, and they sit. Sit and laugh. Sit and chat. Sit and sip on brews.
I am not talking, just observing. I don't have the power of voice, not just yet.
Silently, I continue to walk around the field, and suddenly, there are no longer all the people, there is no more field. There is no more laughter, portable chairs, cold beers and coozie's and I am in a mall. A mall of shoes. There are handfuls of shoe stores, shoes on tables, on shelves, shoes all around, surrounding me and my mom. My mom is the only one I know. In the mall full of shoes, my mom and I are the only ones shopping. Shopping for what, I'm not too sure, but it must be a pair of shoes. I don't remember needing shoes, or having shoes on my feet. I''m not too sure about my mom.
I wonder off as mom shops and make my way to the top floor of this shoe mall to find a room, wide open, with one boy, again a ginger, dancing. The floor is tiled, off white, the walls wooden brown. There is no one here that I see besides the ginger, dancing, to music that I don't hear. He is moving his hands making shapes, but not moving his body much. I watch. I don't dance. I'm not much of a dancer you could say. I stand, and observe. There are more people filling in. One girl is wearing a too-too, you know like the ballerina's do. Except it is not pink, but orange and black. Perhaps its halloween, but I don't see any masks. I do see faces, but can't seem to make them out. The ginger starts moving his feet, making his way to the girl, dancing, seductively, in the too-too. He is right behind her. I am sitting on the bar, watching. The girl bends over, moving her hips in big circles, shes got no panties on. Just the orange and black too-too, that shows off her skin, and her hips are swaying...to the music? I still can't her. The ginger standing behind her seems to be into her as he is calling animal calls, barking, loud, for me to hear, and the girl in the too-too. She must know she is turning him on, as she keeps moving her hips, around and around, getting excited too. He reaches towards her, cops a feel, and then walks towards me at the bar. All within an instant.
He stands behind me, as I sit. We pass looks back and forth but no words. When I look away from his eyes, I see a man, with dreads down to his chest, half well formed, and half not, walking towards us. I make eye contact, and think to myself he is pretty cute. "Hey, I'm Chris" he says. Still, eyes locked, I say my name is Julie. And the ginger behind me ...his name is Camden.
I'm Julie. I'm Julie. I introduced myself, behind my eye lids. My body begins to wake up as my eyes open to take in colors and shapes.
Was that all a dream?
It all starts on a hill, looking up I see gray rocks the size of buildings staring back at me, except they have no eyes, only faces. We walk, me and a boy that is. I'm not sure of his name, only his size, and he is tall, with hair down past his ears. I follow him close behind as we walk on the faces of rocks up to the top, of whats unsure. I'm unsure. I don't know where I am and not too sure of what is waiting for me beyond these faces. I only really have two options; to keep walking with this unnamed fella, or to turn around and walk down by myself. Without hesitation, I keep walking, up and up.
In the distance I hear the sounds of machines and people working. A reminder: we are deep in the wilderness with only trees to be seen. What and where are these machines? I look at my feet as I walk, and the next time I look up I see old friends from high school and college, all boys, working, or perhaps playing. There is what seems to be a disassembled white jeep that they are rigging up. There are doors scattered, windows, and a ginger boy with hair to his shoulders welding some metal. I think to myself, how in the hell.... How did they get this jeep up here?
We keep walking...that is the boy and I.
Down the hill, to the other side, we end up in a field, that seems quite familiar to me. It appears to be some type of music festival. There are crowds of people, most of which I don't know by name. I stumble upon my family, aunts, uncles, cousins, all sitting in those portable chairs that people bring to BBQ's. Except it is not a BBQ, its more like a get drunk and celebrate type of gathering, a BYOB type of gathering. Most everyone I see has a beer in there hand, and a smile on there face. Laughing, drinking, chatting, throwing words back and forth as they sip down a nice cold one. To keep their hands from getting cold as they sit, in those damn portable chairs, they make use of coozie's, around their brews. Keeping them nice and cold, as the sun shines, and they sit. Sit and laugh. Sit and chat. Sit and sip on brews.
I am not talking, just observing. I don't have the power of voice, not just yet.
Silently, I continue to walk around the field, and suddenly, there are no longer all the people, there is no more field. There is no more laughter, portable chairs, cold beers and coozie's and I am in a mall. A mall of shoes. There are handfuls of shoe stores, shoes on tables, on shelves, shoes all around, surrounding me and my mom. My mom is the only one I know. In the mall full of shoes, my mom and I are the only ones shopping. Shopping for what, I'm not too sure, but it must be a pair of shoes. I don't remember needing shoes, or having shoes on my feet. I''m not too sure about my mom.
I wonder off as mom shops and make my way to the top floor of this shoe mall to find a room, wide open, with one boy, again a ginger, dancing. The floor is tiled, off white, the walls wooden brown. There is no one here that I see besides the ginger, dancing, to music that I don't hear. He is moving his hands making shapes, but not moving his body much. I watch. I don't dance. I'm not much of a dancer you could say. I stand, and observe. There are more people filling in. One girl is wearing a too-too, you know like the ballerina's do. Except it is not pink, but orange and black. Perhaps its halloween, but I don't see any masks. I do see faces, but can't seem to make them out. The ginger starts moving his feet, making his way to the girl, dancing, seductively, in the too-too. He is right behind her. I am sitting on the bar, watching. The girl bends over, moving her hips in big circles, shes got no panties on. Just the orange and black too-too, that shows off her skin, and her hips are swaying...to the music? I still can't her. The ginger standing behind her seems to be into her as he is calling animal calls, barking, loud, for me to hear, and the girl in the too-too. She must know she is turning him on, as she keeps moving her hips, around and around, getting excited too. He reaches towards her, cops a feel, and then walks towards me at the bar. All within an instant.
He stands behind me, as I sit. We pass looks back and forth but no words. When I look away from his eyes, I see a man, with dreads down to his chest, half well formed, and half not, walking towards us. I make eye contact, and think to myself he is pretty cute. "Hey, I'm Chris" he says. Still, eyes locked, I say my name is Julie. And the ginger behind me ...his name is Camden.
I'm Julie. I'm Julie. I introduced myself, behind my eye lids. My body begins to wake up as my eyes open to take in colors and shapes.
Was that all a dream?
Monday, April 11, 2011
elastic love trance
A poem inspired by Matt Ellis and the courage to be oh so sexy ....
Heres my attempt...
My pen explodes blue ink
as birds glide through blue skies
a surprise smile from another pair of eyes ...passes
someone in the kitchen must be cooking meat pies ..I smell
as they tell lies about a sunday surprise ...I yell
can you come to a compromise of stories and past lives
come to sit and sip
on whiskey
lick lips
pass hits
of a love wave that crashes as you misbehave
there is no stopping once your deep in the cave of darkness
behind eyelids hiding until time is just right for the fire to ignite
the feeling that builds and builds and builds
and spills...
over on the sands of a beautiful romance
away with the pants
as hips do a dance
captivated by an elastic trance
beyond understanding with the mind
the feeling is just fine
of becoming completely aligned
with another pair of hips, that dance to the rhythms of dips
and drums
as hands glide on bums
softly
and a game of give and take takes place
animal fights to make use of the space
on all fours I crawl to you,
and call to you
you call to me and try to be
the animal inside of me
baby can you and me be animals and do it like they do in the wild
free like a child
to slide on the grounds
to pass the love around
forget the discovery channel
and tune into me.
Heres my attempt...
My pen explodes blue ink
as birds glide through blue skies
a surprise smile from another pair of eyes ...passes
someone in the kitchen must be cooking meat pies ..I smell
as they tell lies about a sunday surprise ...I yell
can you come to a compromise of stories and past lives
come to sit and sip
on whiskey
lick lips
pass hits
of a love wave that crashes as you misbehave
there is no stopping once your deep in the cave of darkness
behind eyelids hiding until time is just right for the fire to ignite
the feeling that builds and builds and builds
and spills...
over on the sands of a beautiful romance
away with the pants
as hips do a dance
captivated by an elastic trance
beyond understanding with the mind
the feeling is just fine
of becoming completely aligned
with another pair of hips, that dance to the rhythms of dips
and drums
as hands glide on bums
softly
and a game of give and take takes place
animal fights to make use of the space
on all fours I crawl to you,
and call to you
you call to me and try to be
the animal inside of me
baby can you and me be animals and do it like they do in the wild
free like a child
to slide on the grounds
to pass the love around
forget the discovery channel
and tune into me.
Colorado flow ...
So this I have yet to reedit ....
On the streets I stand and see. My eyes preceive lucious mountains and aspen trees. The trees so yellow, and then naked like a child. Free swaying in the harsh breeze; on the streets I stand and see
people walking
people talking
people moving
people shopping.
as I travel on the road, roaming, without a home, I walk and stop to talk,
I walk and stop to look,
at all the people.
The people laughing, both tall and small,
the people buying, a disco ball
to dance their dance and move to the rhythm that they so choose.
I step with my feet, on the rocks, in aspen park, the roads are dark with swarms of people, red lights and cars, hotels and steeples. Libraries so large, police in police cars and me, stepping with my feet. Left, right, left, right, I look and see you, me, and a rock. I jump, I hop, from rock to rock and find myself reading a poem about love. Rocks scaterred on the grass so green, leaves blowing in the breeze, the sun shining down on me.
Rivers flowing on and on, sunsets, snowfalls on the lawn, and all is white. Light! A magical winter wonderland. Reflections sparkle, snowflakes fall to build a wall of white.
On the streets I stand and see. My eyes preceive lucious mountains and aspen trees. The trees so yellow, and then naked like a child. Free swaying in the harsh breeze; on the streets I stand and see
people walking
people talking
people moving
people shopping.
as I travel on the road, roaming, without a home, I walk and stop to talk,
I walk and stop to look,
at all the people.
The people laughing, both tall and small,
the people buying, a disco ball
to dance their dance and move to the rhythm that they so choose.
I step with my feet, on the rocks, in aspen park, the roads are dark with swarms of people, red lights and cars, hotels and steeples. Libraries so large, police in police cars and me, stepping with my feet. Left, right, left, right, I look and see you, me, and a rock. I jump, I hop, from rock to rock and find myself reading a poem about love. Rocks scaterred on the grass so green, leaves blowing in the breeze, the sun shining down on me.
Rivers flowing on and on, sunsets, snowfalls on the lawn, and all is white. Light! A magical winter wonderland. Reflections sparkle, snowflakes fall to build a wall of white.
seperate mind in time
No need to judge, that is just your mind.
No need to criticize or compare, that is just your mind.
No need to push ideas on others, for we all have a mind.
Let it all go, forget the separation, and let it all flow.
No need to criticize or compare, that is just your mind.
No need to push ideas on others, for we all have a mind.
Let it all go, forget the separation, and let it all flow.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Unconscious flow
So I don't ever edit my poems, I more use my right brain to flow ...
Just a little about me. So if they don't make sense, it's okay, perhaps they aren't meant to.
As I breathe, shifting from standing to sitting, standing to sitting; I choose a place to see and be still, noticing a child of god in from of me. Tossing out words freely to the rhythm of a heart beat. Bom bom. Bom bom. Captivated by the lighting that strikes and shows its power on the microphone, penetrating skin, muscle, bone. Not that type of power that desires for more, but revitalizing like a cold cup of water after running, and running, and running. Stop, to drink in the beauty of being ....being....authentic. Refreshed like a child after seeing a bird fly high in the bright blue sky that is painted ever so delicately by the hands of God. The hands of you, soft, two shades of colors, one blood; uniting me to you and you and I to that bird in the sky. Delicately painted skin, given, gifts that make us who we are.
Just a little about me. So if they don't make sense, it's okay, perhaps they aren't meant to.
As I breathe, shifting from standing to sitting, standing to sitting; I choose a place to see and be still, noticing a child of god in from of me. Tossing out words freely to the rhythm of a heart beat. Bom bom. Bom bom. Captivated by the lighting that strikes and shows its power on the microphone, penetrating skin, muscle, bone. Not that type of power that desires for more, but revitalizing like a cold cup of water after running, and running, and running. Stop, to drink in the beauty of being ....being....authentic. Refreshed like a child after seeing a bird fly high in the bright blue sky that is painted ever so delicately by the hands of God. The hands of you, soft, two shades of colors, one blood; uniting me to you and you and I to that bird in the sky. Delicately painted skin, given, gifts that make us who we are.
To a poet
No resistance, where all minds are intertwined, within one where the universe dwells, far beyond captivating mind spells, there is a gentle ringing of sweet soothing bells. Can you hear it? As the winds howl around the earth bowl there is a soul, that dances, on the tips of her toes, proud. Truth be told, I am no different than you and sweet thing you are beautiful. As I greet your dark deep eyes; I step outside to view the night and stars as they shine, telling me I am divine. Vulnerable and naked for all to see the light, shine on, You are divine.
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