An initial reaction in verse:
we lose the magic
behind life and God
Each of us forgetting
what it means to believe
so we hold on to our self
so tightly we are scared
when someone gives themself
for us.
we lose ourselves in book
and film. sheding tears for
lives we are too afraid to live.
we crumble into ruins hidden
by a concrete jungle
taking what we can
not what we need
against smooth skin a
bruise raises up, reminding
sad songs of darkness
more color(ful) breaths from the poets at one deep breath
Someone pointed out to me today that lately all I've posted is poems. That my posts don't tell enough about what is actually going on in my life. So a brief update seems to be in order.
Work is good. It has been pretty busy lately, but that's a good thing, it makes the day go by quickly.
Outside of work I've been pretty busy as well. Been hanging out with various friends, going dancing, hosting beer tasting parties. It's been a blast.
Today's big news is that I bought a plane ticket to NYC. And to make things even better my best friend is coming along with me to NYC. We're going in the middle of April. I'm very excited, I'll get to see my little sister and hang out with a couple of friends I haven't seen in quite awhile.
The month of April is shaping up to be a great month as I have plans for all but one weekend already.
subtle bittersweet
masterfully confused with
a touch of pepper
more spicy breaths from the poets at one deep breath
I am a tree and I am quite lonely. I weep in the rain. For the sake of Allah, listen to what I have to say. Drink down your coffee so your sleep abandons you and your eyes open wide. Stare at me as you would at jinns and let me explain to you why I'm so alone.
-- from My Name is Red by Orhan Pamuk
We cut them down...just to wipe our ass in comfort.
They watch over us, the world, each other...seeing it all...feeling it all...
And without a word we cut them down.
But then we've looked at them for shelter for many years. We just don't take the time to listen anymore. To let them carve into us the names of their loves.
I want to get lost among them...listening to their stories...understanding their knowledge of God. Follow their wisdom about love and long life.
I want to tell them about the summits of mountains and the trenches of oceans. Those things they'll never see.
But I too am guilty of cutting them down.
As am I guilty of cutting myself down.
Just so it will be more comfortable to wipe my ass.
--for AWags
...there's a rule I always follow when I don't know what to do...If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule. Whenever I run into a wall I follow that rule, and it always works out. Even if it's hard going at the time.
--from "Chance Traveler" by Haruki Murakami
we cover ourselves
warmed by goose down and flannel
while the moon stands guard
another shelter @ a rhino walks
more places of shelter from the poets at one deep breath
by protecting us
from rainy days. a rainy
kiss remains a dream
another shelter @ a rhino walks
more places of shelter from the poets at one deep breath
we embrace between
a chill of moonlight and the
warmth of winter's sun
more breaths of twilight/dusk by the poets of one deep breath
Because of the "surge" my friend Nicole's husband gets to stay in Iraq another six months instead of coming home on Valentine's Day.
* And yes I made up the number to approximate the dollars wasted on this necessary war
Ashes (a haiku)
for grandma
they too fade away
reduced to a jar those
eighty-three years
more roots & connections from the poets at one deep breath
