Archive for May, 2009

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

So

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So

We’ve come to the place

Where we are sep arate

We meet in cities and

On lin e

Dropping the e

At the end

And other parts to o

We regard and dis

Regard one

Another

In the wanting for ourselves to be

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If only to live in the

Wanting

Not as not having

But as having all

And  he dreams of me often

Tasting him

In many ways.

And whose dream is it?

I love to dream

And to be dream t

So it is

Another

Besides the one

That I wanted

And all that

That en tail sss.

Friday, May 15th, 2009

Sexual 2

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I want to belong.
Tell me I belong here
Everyday.
Tell me I have something
Only I can give.
Let me know
By your mouth
And your fingertips
Your palms,
The hang of your head,
And the lift of your chin,
That I matter.
Don’t go on without me.
Pause and stare.
Feel hopelessly lost and stricken.
Totally.
For a moment.
Forever.
Want me!
Want me with your skin
And your heart
And your bones.
Be consumed by me.
Don’t let me die.
Just for a moment.
Keep me alive
Where I belong.

Monday, May 11th, 2009

We

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Mine is not religion.

It is not.

Mine is not

Enlightenment.

Mine is weighty-

Like mud.

And flowers

With roots.

Mine is not striving

Or waiting to ascend-

To reach.

Mine is here, now,

Bound-

And free.

Mine is ever unfolding.

And never reaching the middle

Yet feeling the middle

Is here

In every fold.

Mine is not

Mine-

It is

We.

Wednesday, May 6th, 2009

No Longer Lost

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I’m feeling pretty young,

Small and scared.

I can’t control the trembling

Of my hands and my

Voice.

And even though I know

There is more to this truth,

Than the smallness

This is the place from which

I’m speaking.

I speak out of love

For the little child

Who was left standing

Alone and lost

So long ago.

Under all the words

I’m saying to you,

The child is hearing,

I love you.

I want you to understand

Why my eyes are weeping

But I don’t need you to.

All that matters is

I’m here, now.

And the child is no longer

Lost.

Wednesday, May 6th, 2009

I Voted

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By Kathleen MacGregor

No, we’re not in Kansas anymore.

Remember when we thought

Obama was the good guy?

Are we still telling ourselves

That he’s finding his way?

Are we saying,

At least he’s black?

Remember how we thought he’d save us and

Drive the father warriors  away?

I had misgivings,

But put those away.

That was not so long ago.

We hoped it was a new book.

It was all about hope.

And he’s killed, now.

Women and children,

By his order,

Are bombed.

I saw the child’s body

Wrapped from head to foot

Motherless now

Fatherless too

Brotherless

Sisterless.

When he wakes

He’ll know his enemy.

And his enemy will be me.

I voted for this.

I voted.