Thursday, March 31, 2011

I am

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This is not meant to offend anyone....it is simply an honest snapshot of where my idea of "GOD" is at this point in my life...forever evolving

imagine my surprise
when I opened up my eyes
to a world much different from
one I used to know
a world where no one
really, really knows
the truth about who or what you are
some will say I've gone too far
but I can't hide my distaste
for the arrogance I displayed
when I claimed to know your name
when there really is know way
to know

some say you are God
Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah
all of them attempts to name
something we don't know
too great for us to know
but they say that they've arrived
they hate, they kill, and they divide
in the name of their chosen name
not seeing they are all the same
no sole bearers of truth
cause we'd have to know you to know

I don't know you like I thought I did
but I see you in everything
I don't know you like I thought I did
but I'm thankful for everything
I am, I am

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Dear Pen



I don't know how to say this
or quite where to begin
especially after all the years
and situations we've been in
like when i wrote my first letter to a boy
and asked him if he liked me, check yes or no
and you were there to provide catharsis
when he said he had to go
you helped me pour my broken heart out in page after page
and you were still there when my sneaky brother,
a covert war, did wage
when i first found out that he had read those pages for all to hear
you brought the therapy i needed to get out words instead of tears
then, years later, you ...still the loyal friend
were there when my years in high school came to an end
and I had no choice but to sign my life away to some loan
hindsight is 20/20, they say, if only we had known
that four years and countless hours spent with you in hand
instead of leading me to a career
would lead to a foreign land
where you helped me tell about the exciting sights, tastes, and sounds
of a world of new experiences and friends that I had found
but i came back home and when i did
you assisted me once more
you helped me to write back and forth
with the man I came to adore
I loved him more than anyone knew except for you
and you were the one to sign the papers at the courthouse
before we said I do
then, you guided me when I wrote my new, unfamiliar last name
it was so strange to hear, at first, it seemed just like a game
that first time, indeed, felt a little bit odd
but as we stared at it for a moment on the paper
you gave an approving nod
and that name has grown to fit so well
I cannot recall
what my maiden name sounded like
next to my first, at all
so many chapters in my life
you've stood by me and have written
the newest one about my son,
with whom i am quite smitten
remember when you wrote his name on the certificate of his birth
even now, neither of us can write what that moment's worth
or how about the last time, I used you, my dear tool
how hard it was for me to sign that stack of forms for his preschool
and now that brings me back to where i first began
this poem about all the things you and I have
done together in my lifespan
that even with computers, i-phones, and i-pads
i still love you more than all those gizmos, gadgets, and doo-dads
cause you were there from the beginning
and you were always a true friend
and so I promise to do the same
until the very end

Public Enemies



public enemy 1 and 2
I'd do anything to be with you
hold the wheel
smoke cigars
curse like a sailor
live behind bars
watch 9 go down
to see you smile
but i have not seen it
in quite a while
they're closing in
following our trail
but even in death
there'll be no betrayal
cause you were the only hope
in a hopeless situation
you were my only hope
in a time of desperation
so i'll skirt the state lines
of the five midwest states
and on towards lousiana
where our destiny awaits
if this is the last time
you and me ride
ride like a king
with your queen by your side
to the end, to the end
to the end with you dear
to the end, to the end,
the end with you near
fifty bullets a piece
will not erase our name
fifty bullets a piece
have instead sealed our fame
now, you and I-- together--still riding along
in the pages of history
where we, both, always knew we'd belong

Monday, March 28, 2011

Chocolate Bliss



In a cup, all warmed up, with melted marshmallows on top
Spiced up with a dash of chili for dinner
As a thick, creamy ganache smothered over a delectably decadent cake
In the shape of a kiss

Chocolate bliss, chocolate bliss

Dusted gently around the outside of a trifle
Folded gingerly into an airy mousse
In perfect, bite-sized, square-shaped morsels
Tempered into a masterful Swiss

Chocolate bliss, chocolate bliss

Nothing satisfies a craving
Nothing soothes an anxious mind
Nothing comes close to what you do
To help me to unwind
You're the perfect blend of
Everything good and pure and sweet
So good, in fact, I just can't wait to reward
my mouth with another treat

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Whole House for Rent



for my single friends, or ones about to marry....please see the satire....you can't hold back. Keeping the deepest parts of you, your biggest dreams and worst fears, will keep the other always at a distance

p/s - I actually saw a sign on my run today that said "Whole House for Rent" and thought it was a bit strange/funny


whole house for rent except for one room
i'm not ready to let go
whole house for rent except for one room
i think you ought to know
you could have the granite countertops
the marble on the floor
you could have the hardwoods
stainless steel
and custom-made front door
you could have the newly remodeled patio
venetian blinds
and chandelier
all except for this one room
are waiting for you here
for this one room is all i'll have
once you decide to sign
this one room has been the only thing
all these years that I've called mine
I know i'm selfish to keep it
for me and only me
but if i were to let the whole house go
what will i have left, you see?
so if you can live with
having possession of it all except one room
then welcome welcome
lets sign the papers
mon amie, ou et le plume?

(translation: my friend, where is the pen?)

Saturday, March 26, 2011

I'm cheating today

wish i had the time
to write down my best rhyme
but today has moved too fast
so to the side, this blog, must be cast

enjoy your saturday all:)

Friday, March 25, 2011

A Midnight's Dream

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I had a dream
that you came for them last night
you carried them away on the wind
and left me alone on my bed
I cried, I pleaded, but my pleas fell dead on your ears
for you cannot hear
you cannot see
what you leave behind
the destruction done
the crack in the earth's crust
that leads to the depths of
our deepest fears and regret
I wish I could forget
you exist but you will not allow it
for I see you as you pass me on the street
and I see you in the distant stare found in the eyes
of the ones I love
as they look above
at the stars that light up the dark night
reminders, again, of how even the most
grand and brilliant ones
eventually lose their shine
his, hers, and mine
you come to us all
but not tonight
tonight you were a dream I could wake myself up from
and tuck away in the trunk of things better left
for the proper time
when, both, reason and rhyme
are nowhere to be found

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Breath

breath

I breathe into you
you breathe into me
the breath of life
it flows freely

together we make a family
and that breath goes on
to eternity

and it goes on and on and on and on
on and on and on and on
on and on and on and on and on

I hurt you
then you hurt me
we're fighting the wars
of our family

its been handed down
but some still can't see
we're all just living
another's legacy

and it goes on an on and on and on
on and on and on and on and on
on and on and on and on and on

whatever you say
whatever you do
it touches the ones
who will come after you
careful what you choose
to breath life into
cause it keeps on living
long after you do

and it goes on and on and on and on
on and on and on and on
on and on and on and on and one

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

LINES...

Empire State Building

On the paper
In the street
Drawn in the sand
By our feet
At a bar
On my face
Ones I wish
I could erase

At the store
On a building
Towering over
a city unyielding
Some imaginary
Some made to cross
Especially when
You are the boss

Everywhere
Between you and me
That is a place
they don't need to be
Cause we're from the same
Human one
And with this one
My poem's done

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The Girl Who Couldn't Smile

frown

Pretty rainbows and sunshine all around
puffy pillows, sleepy willows gather 'round
she sleeps in sweet peace, no cries of pain to awaken her
the skies of blue are open to
her, but she can't see, no she can't see

'Cause she's the girl who can't smile
though her life's grand as any dream she's ever dreamed
she's the girl who can't smile
though it is clear she has been given everything

Bumpy tree barks and snowflakes on the ground
starry nights and flying kites that won't touch down
pink and indigo, swirl like blankets and surround her
in a warm cocoon, but it won't be too soon before she sees
no, she just cannot see

'Cause she's the girl who can't smile
though her life's grand as any dream she's ever dreamed
she's the girl who can't smile
though it is clear she has been given everything

A child's laughter, love ever after, she's found
steady wealth and steady health all abound
the worst of life has yet to touch her precious head
oh, be grateful for your
having more and
now can you see? the girl is me

I'm the girl who couldn't smile
and my life's grand as any dream I've ever dreamed
I'm the girl who couldn't smile
but, I see clearly, now, I've been given everything

Why did it take so long?
Why did it take so long?
But, I'm glad I'm here
I'm glad I see
I'm glad I see
that I have everything

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Fire

fire

match
spark
in the dark
he stands
to get the world aroused
his hair and clothing doused
in BPs fluid currency
smoke-scented singes
covering his body
the sweet stench of burnt flesh
rises through dissipation
and travels over a sea
of blind eyes and deaf ears
now can they hear?
his cries of desperation
it took a fire to burn
for him to earn a closer listen

red
the fire has bled over
to the streets of Tiananmen square
the sinister affair
black powder
the ballistics
he lied about the statistics
about how many felt the fire
but no one can touch the liar
cause he is the one who controls
the stories in the books of histories
so young men and young women's pleas
are only heard if the fire
burned bright enough
to disintegrate the pages
shame how they had to burn
for them to earn a closer listen

crackle
the flames crawl closer west
the first one passed the test
and now the fire blazes
hotter than the sun
on their desert sands
the ash and the soot
still covering joined hands
the hearts and minds
melted to a
changed state of matter
their fire climbs a ladder
to the skies where there are no-flys
we see the heat rise
and spread across an ocean
of eyes and ears
that have no choice
as they watch four countries burned
it seems that they have earned
a closer listen

sometimes you have to set yourself on fire
to make yourself heard
'cause sometimes the word
is not incendiary enough to
ignite
the light
and build the steady burn
it takes for you to earn
a closer listen

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Small Talk

honey

small talk isn't for me
it never has been
cause, to me, words once spoken
lose their flavor
i want to savor
their taste on my tongue
for as long as I can
hold them there
let them drip slow like honey
ain't it funny
how once on the loose
they become hard to catch
i hate that, so to keep them
from runnin' wild in the street
or render them obsolete
I lock them down
inside the crevices of my mind
until it becomes clear
that i have no choice
but to give them a voice
then i set them free
like the bird in a cage
and hope that in exchange for their freedom
i receive in return
the ability to discern

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Raindrops

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Soooo, my friends......I am putting my neck waaaaaay out there with this one. Poems are sometimes best served accompanied with some music. So, this is my amateur attempt at doing so (with the help of my just-now-discovered GarageBand friend...had it all this time and NEVER knew what it was).

Since I am technically challenged, you'll have to post this in your browser to hear the song on my myspace:

http://www.myspace.com/564645733/?pm_cmp=nav

Also, here are the lyrics as some may be hard to decipher:

Raindrops

The world can be so cold
when someone steals your sun
The wind and clouds so bold
to steal away your fun

When you can't fight the storm
make peace with the rain
And ask it to rain down
a new song again

Raindrops, sing a song for me
Raindrops, bring me a new dream

Its lonely when you try
to be a butterfly
Cause no one likes you to
fly higher than they do

And so they pray for storms
to try and stop your flight
But, rain can be a friend
No, you don't have to fight

Raindrops, sing a song for me
Raindrops, bring me a new dream

Thursday, March 17, 2011

A Child's Sense



he sees strawberry chocolate skies
and sleeping dinosaur mountains
he sees each color hidden in white light
and little, bitty, baby bugs crawling in the grass

he hears the whispers of the wind, asking him to run beside it
and big, hairy, scary monsters stomping on the ceiling at night
he hears the melody in the clanging of the chain hitting against an iron fence
and his own lyrics in each song that plays on the radio

he feels the shape of each teenie, tiny grain of sand in the sandbox
and the beat of a bass drum pounding in his chest
he feels the soft, silky smooth of cold milk gently coating the back of his throat
and the fine thread of every fiber of his favorite blanket when he sleeps

he smells the yummy of the oatmeal cookies in the oven before they are even made
and the distinct scent of each flourishing flower he passes on his way to the park
he smells the smoke of the pretend fire he's made while camping in his room
and the wet of the rain tap, tap, tapping on his window

he tastes the green in the spinach he wishes mommy didn't make him eat
and the blind-to-the-naked tongue, tantalizing taste of water
he sees, hears, feels, smells, tastes the tastes of life with every breath he breathes
oh, to be a child again and taste, smell, feel, hear, see the things he sees

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Two Toothbrushes


Two toothbrushes, side-by-side, on the sink
His is blue, mine is pink

There used to only be one
but its been a while and I can't bring to memory
how things were before there was a you and me
I'm sure things were easier
No opposing views and dirty socks to pick from the floor
But, I'm also sure that without you, my life would be a bore
Because we're different
As in, "Why you always gotta' cry?"
As in, "Why do you always need a why?"
Yes, we're different
As in, "Why can't you work on that later and come to bed?"
As in, "Why can't you see if I didn't work on this, you'd have a cot instead?"
Yes, we're different
As in, "Babe, I know it's late, but can you go to the store for some ice cream?"
As in, "Damn! Only place I want to go is to put my head on a pillow and dream?"
But you went anyway
You always do
And I know everyday
Is better with, not without, you
So though, at times, we miss each other's message
Things get lost in translation
One thing is crystal clear about our frustration
Its about men are from Mars and women from Venus
Its got nothing to do with a lack of love between us
So, I'll take you, and your dirty socks that stink
And I'm glad there are still two toothbrushes, side-by-side, on our sink

Two toothbrushes, side-by-side on the sink
His is blue, mine is pink

The Wall

Tsunami Alert,Tsunami Warning,Japan Tsunami,Earthquake Japan,massive wave,tsunami massive

A wall of liquid fears
The whole wide world can hear
Your cries of pain and terror
Are ringing in our ears

I wonder if that wall
Beckons you to recall
The time when we, with the world
Watched Hiroshima and Nagasaki fall

How the world likes to forget
But you never forgot, I bet
Time will only allow it for so long
Before it reminds us of our wrong
We were so quick to burn you to the ground
But, now, we rush to keep you from going down
Why is it so different now
Could it be we both know how

Much we need each other
You have become the brother
We fight with, but can't stand to be without
Because you, now, have too much clout

We need your money on our Wall
We can't afford for it to fall
Embarrassing, but true, indeed
We only rush to help the ones we need

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Work of Art

Top Model Resort Barbie Pictures, Images and Photos

Cotton candy-tinted tens
Glitter-specked cheeks
Tresses drenched in toxic fumes
And across her lips? a plastic, painted smile

You went to the school where they taught that if you paint a pretty portrait you can call it art
But art is not the perspective lines on the paper, its the perspective that lies in the painter
Hollow, empty, without soul
No one can feel you when you've encased your body in a shroud of shellack
Oh, how you lack
The understanding of the beauty of real

Barbie queen, instead become a stripper, and strip your skin's dead layers of empty vanity
Get back the core, the woman you were before they sold you on the lie that she was not enough
When you find her once again it will be clear to you that she is lovelier than you remembered
Her mind still strong, and her heart still tender
Because even though she's been buried, with decay and death determined to destroy her
They could not touch her
She would not let them, for she knew that you would come back for her one day
When, both, youth and men went away
And you were left hanging alone in a museum of art that never did sell

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Goodbyes Make Me Cry

Went back to visit my hometown this weekend and I was reflecting on what I was feeling when we moved away....cannot believe it has been 8 months! Time flies. We are happy where we are, it's a wonderful place....but, there's something about knowing that you'll never get certain moments back that gives you just a taste of bittersweet. So...

Nothing Lasts Forever

So many memories where we first made our home
Where he took his first steps
Tiny little footprints, painted on the porch steps
The lessons learned, the music of our life
filled our small and cozy space
And I know we'll never hear
the same music in another place

But it was time as, time always comes for change
We could try to delay
And try to escape, but it'd find us all the same
So since we can't hide from, instead we chose to run
Towards the dwelling of our fate
And take the risks that come our way
Oh, possibilities of a new day

Empty boxes, empty boxes all around
Stretched across on the ground
We'll fill them up with new dreams, until they bust at the seams
Yes, the best has yet to come
and I know we must say good-bye
So, one last look and one last cry
We both knew this wouldn't be our life

Forever, forever
Nothing lasts forever
Forever, forever
Nothing lasts forever