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GREAT THINGS 
(titled 2011) 

BOOM!
fire and brimstone?
universe? get some!
ET phone home?
I… don’t… think… so.

children … imagine.
come closer … listen
as I tell a tale of in the beginning.
no one was there when creation was made complete
and even if someone walks a mile in your shoes,
they have never walked with YOUR feet.
there is no way to see the things unseen
and yet we still try to figure out things unexplained.

scientists try to stand tall enough 
to look in the eye of God
or to prove there is no God in whose eyes one can look.
and trust that proof is not going to be found in any book.
we have ALL been spoken to, ALL been chosen.
the road is different for each of you.
if there is one, then heaven knows it.
and even though we may not be intimate
the crossing of our paths is intricate
with meaning infinite.

it doesn’t really matter what it is exactly you believe
just that believing makes you a positive contributor
take your gifts like seeds and spread them
treat dreams like sleepy lovers and gently shake them
make them animate, awaken them, get them moving
see the starfire in the distance 
and know that is the signal
the bright and shining indicator
that you… yes YOU
are meant to do GREAT THINGS.

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4/12/2008

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FLEXIBLE
(titled 2011) 

I am flexible
open to any new thing
to experience

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4/12/2008

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PEACE
(titled 2011) 

She looked at the man who longed for velociraptor love
the one who desired violence and pain, and said…
I hate to break this to you, but my middle name is “Peace”

Peace
like the rest one would find in death
if hell did not exist.
Peace
as in ride the wave of my hips
until you are so exhausted when you come you fall asleep
Peace
meaning I will hold you in my arms
and watch over you while you dream
Peace
represented as a traveling companion
that is with you always even when you are alone

You see, a life filled with stress and disdain
can have moments of quiet
a respite from the clamor and blare
a cocoon of silence from time to time
a place that is still and serene

but you…
you seem to want the bites and scratches of triviality
as though there is no time that slowing down could ever be good
you
only value the parts of life that stab you with bitter poison
leaving permanent scars of remorse and regret
you
want sandpaper sheets and stone pillows
as though comfort was a curse
you
respect only insult and injury preferably both at once
not realizing that sometimes a compliment *IS* meant in truth

To this rancor I can not relate
Although it is true I have seen my share of malevolence
my world is free from trouble, relaxing and motionless
my spirit displaying calmness not expressed in words
my offering to others is uncomplicated and easy

She looked at the man who sees problems and troubles
as proof of being alive, and said…
I hate to break this to you, but my middle name
is “Peace”

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4/11/2008

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THE ME I AM
(titled 2011)


sometimes
I am sticky and messy and uncomfortable

sometimes
I sleep through my blessings and wake up disappointed

sometimes
I am nails on a chalkboard abrasive

sometimes
I walk farther than I should to see things I shouldnt

sometimes
I am a side step wide ostrich head of apathy and/or avoidance

sometimes
I speak without thinking and ugly words come out

sometimes
I just want to be happy and loved

sometimes
I find that perfection

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4/11/2008

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Rachel

have you ever been shown a gift
wrapped in shiny foil paper, bow proclaiming importance?
I was handed a gift with no holiday.
I opened a box of just because, and was
flung forwards and backwards through the cosmos.
As I swung through time and space from the magnitude
of this unsolicited offering, I pulled the pages from the ether and ate them.
I swallowed words like pills, like exquisite chocolate from exotic shores.
How did I get left on this doorstep like
an abandoned baby waiting for a better mother?
What was it that brought me to this temple of
remorse and dark light?
And should I be afraid of the High Priestess that rules here?
I feel compelled to speak but have no tongue.
My throat has closed as swallowed ideas
are finding a place not ready to digest them.
So instead of speaking I just open eyes wider,
open mind wider, open soul wider.
I await my turn at the whipping board in expectation.
I look forward to deep invasive surgery with no anesthesia.
I hold in me the knowledge that this pain is
only a precursor to birth and growth.
I try to continue to breath when overwhelmed with anticipation.
A present unasked for is now the thing revered and followed
with ritual like the child waiting for a wonderful new Christmas morning.

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4/10/2008

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NYC SHINE
(titled 2011)

I heard someone say once 
that you cant see the stars at night
in NYC’s burroughs
whoever said that has obviously
never stood on the roof 
of a project building in Brooklyn
looking across the East River at Manhattan
because if they had
they would have seen the city 
glittering like a spilled bag of jewels
pushing pins of light upwards and outwards
a beacon for the entire fucking coast
fuck that the country
fuck that the continent
fuck THAT… 
daring any other city in the WORLD 
to shine so bright in so many ways
and in so many directions at once

blinking lights on the tops of tall buildings
being the steady metronome
for over 10 million songs
being sung simultaneously in as many square blocks
beautiful
so much so 
that as the gravel crunched under my feet
on the roof of that project building
I was above it all
I forgot about it all

forgot about 7 or 8 flights of stairs
past piss stains and burnt crack pipes
and trash piles and bent heroine needles
upwards away from street noise 
passing 15 different cultures
crushed into close cacophony
along the way leaving behind screaming babies
and resting whores
vagrants
and ghetto girls with “fuck you” in their eyes
and they meant that shit

I remember night on the roof of that project building
the sky was pregnant but refusing to break water
clouds covering like a blanket keeping us warm
indian summer
crunching gravel under my feet
as I unconsciously swayed to the rhythm
of the pulse of the city on the other side
watching lights like stars 
bouncing off clouds and river and harbor
overwhelmed by metropolitan flash and fancy
realizing how small this one desert girl really is

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4/9/2008

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STIMULATION
(titled 2011) 

slither step side stutter
I have bound myself in silken bonds
found a delight in a voice
gathered arousal from a face and torso
ecstatic and ultimately satisfied

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4/8/2008

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BEWARE
(titled 2011) 

beware the poet heart
passionately flammable
ultimately fragile
beware the burns of fiery affection
easily joyed
easily angered
easily loving
easily hurt
easily up
easily EVERYTHING
moving quickly from moment to moment
riding the roller coaster of emotions
capturing everything in vivid metaphor
the beauty, the ugly, the mild, the extreme
beware the dips and turns of this ecstacy
but believe
understand
know
that this will be the best
and most interesting time of your life

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4/8/2008

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3 DAYS
(titled 2011) 

I plan to show him the stars of my former home
and try not to cry 
because it is true 
that you can never really go home again
hoping he will be in love
even if it is just three days

I plan to give him a bit of rest
and some affection
before the next adventure
to show him a place he’s never been
or maybe he will say
let’s go to Vegas
we will be impulsive
$50 a short way off of the 515 to bliss
no rings necessary, just vows
and we will laugh at the insanity
perhaps he will fulfill parking garage desire

we will go to mars on earth
and cross imaginary lines
we will sit with friends
and lay with each other

I plan to show him the stars of my former home
and try not to cry 
because it is true 
that you can never really go home again
hoping he will be in love
even if it is just three days

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4/8/2008

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he makes the world privy to his nightmares
so I have seen them
cold winters causing remorse yearly
recollections of deaths
almost apologetic and guilty to have survived
“why me?”
I read his memories
and I am moved by the strength
he seems determined to deny
I am awed by power
he seems resolute to reject
I sit in my tower
having seen things that somehow never touched me
I lived a life that did not push me to edges
did not heave me over precipices
I have never needed wings
when my roost is short enough to jump down from
I look at this man from afar off
and wish him what I have
I look at my temperate habitat
snow being an oddity
cold winds mild
gray skies rare
I see his heart and soul splashed into the ether
and dream dreams for him
of warmer winters

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4/8/2008

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WILLING AND WORTH
(titled 2011) 

I am willing
Open to possibilities
Taking every effort
Every needed step
Knowing work is considered necessary
It is required
And more than that…
It is worth it.
*I*
am worth it

.4/7/2008

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borderlinepoetry:

The Wash

[After Christophe Champenois, a 3-year old-boy who died after his father put him into a washing machine as punishment for throwing a classmate’s drawing in the toilet. Here is what the washer would say to his father.]

I was made to clean the socks. The sweat marks.
Rinse off the…

The first poem in this entry ate a hole in my soul that the next two poems could not fill even as good as they are… whoa…

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TRAVEL
(titled 2011)

The journey is the thing
Moving through time
Eating incidents, occurrences, 
and encounters like fine gourmet meals
Richness experienced
Being open to life, to love, to joy
Taking pain as lessons in the strength of life
Learning via trials the truth of existence
Taking the time for understanding

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4/7/2008

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borderlinepoetry:

A Letter To Alexander Graham Bell From His Deaf Wife Mabel:

Standing before a priest;
I still felt as though we were playing dress up,
lace soft like your breath across my skin,
no longer trying to hide the glow I have around you.
Your tie matches the green flecks in your eyes
and I don’t need…

This whole tumblr is incredible… you should check it out… so many great poets writing so many great persona pieces. I LOVE IT! <3