Showing posts with label Regeneration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Regeneration. Show all posts

Friday, November 20, 2015

Taming the Light

Blackness
Darkness
Lightless

Even before the first star was born
I stood as a signet
to the first thought
the first word

In my birth
he was inside me
growing with me
until he expelled himself

nursed in the fullness of my deep
he became full and fat
fed from my mind
he became long and lean
and in the fullness of time
he became

Effulgent
Luminous
Radiant
Brillant
He became my equal

My power aroused him
he sought to claim me
he held me by my throat
pinned against eternity

I growled
and time began
We rolled over the darkness
until all things were created
Light inside the darkness
as one


Friday, September 18, 2015

Déjame en Paz

if open arms mean
choke holds

if silence means
closed for repairs

if speaking wants out loud mean
not for you

déjame en paz

this spirit is too fragile
i'd rather peel the scabs
than have them caressed
against shards of glass

this is the last time
i build stories for
emotional sailors

if i cannot love the ones i want
i will not love

si no me quieres
déjame en paz


Monday, September 7, 2015

Reach

I had it in my hand
beautiful and shining
I could smell the crispness
could almost taste the freshness
as my thumb rolled over the taut skin
then I heard his voice

walking up behind me
like every meeting
he wrapped his arms around my waist
burrowing his face into my neck
inhaling deeply
when my eyes closed
I almost pulled it from it's place

I release my hold on it
turning toward him
placing my hands on his face
yielding to his kiss on my forehead
my eyes forget the shining
my hand the crispness the freshness
and I reach to the extended hand in front of me

he's taking me somewhere
I can see from the smile on his face
before I have a chance to ask
we stop before the tree
sitting in the midst of all the others

he reaches for it
while his hand is in mine
I feel everything through him
the light  the truth  the way
He releases it from it's place
takes a bite and gives it to me

I reach
and I bite
not knowing I'm forever changed
not knowing we are forever changed


Sunday, May 4, 2014

Trust Me:

  They've been caught AGAIN! And if anyone were in front of your bedroom door, they would swear you were practicing lines for the Broadway production of the Simpson's. "Doh! Doh? Doh." You KNEW it! The tickling feeling inside, when you first addressed the issue; morphed into a roaring, pounding, piercing scream when the truth ripped open your gut. Now, instead of asking " Why me?", you ask " Why didn't I see?"  The answer is: You did, but you're so untrustworthy within yourself you wouldn't believe you.
                         *record scratch*

 I know you might think that's a typo (my typing is pretty bad), but it's not. You are the untrustworthy one and you have proved it to yourself AGAIN! How? How can it be you, when the words are coming out of someone else's mouth? You are untrustworthy to yourself, by not believing the truth you already know. The pattern and cycle were set, you repeated them and ciphered through enough to know that, even if there have been some adjustments, nothing has really changed. You feel all the unresolved questions and comments rolling within you. When confronted with the lies, the half-truths, and the omissions; You were already familiar with the truth, but for whatever reason you allowed the illusion to put you back to sleep.

   It's the illusions that we build around ourselves that keep us from seeing what we already know. We have collected them from every source available to our inner space and we use them to protect ourselves from the pain of living. When reality gets to trill, we take out an illusion or two to keep us from seeing what we are looking at. This is where you are being an untrustworthy person to yourself. You aren't hearing the truth, to keep yourself safe from the pain of the lie. You aren't trusting yourself to be able to take the necessary actions to protect yourself from a liar.
In turn, you are becoming a liar to yourself.

  How can this stop? Answer seems simple, trust yourself, but often it's not that simple. We have spent months maybe years lying to ourselves about what we know. We have to build trust with ourselves again. It takes time and a willingness to act on the truth we know, every time, even if we are wrong! Yes, I said it! Even if you are wrong, you have the ability to be a big enough person to apologize, but you have honored the voice inside. You have also learned that somethings you know may not come from that center, but from what you are used to experiencing.

  I don't claim this is a fix all. Hell, I just endured it myself. What I do know is, when you hear the truth within you, it comes with the courage to act on what you hear. You don't need anyone outside you to validate the "knowing" for you, because you can trust yourself to do what is necessary to protect yourself from a person who seems allergic to speaking the truth. Treat the illusions you have learned as a sink of cold, dirty, greasy sink water. You have to stick your hand in it and pull hard in order to be able to pour in the clear, clean truth.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Switch

I told myself to gather together
as many old inner dirty things
I lined them up
I thought allowing them to be beaten
by the cruelty in someone else
would make them give up
It didn't

So I tried to exchange them
for some ideas of ideals
of a future me
evolved from a present me
I can't step into yet

I thought letting myself
gather together some more words
to bind the lazy things would
create a will power made of iron
but the lazy things wilted and died
the ground they occupied fallowed
that's what I get

Again I exchanged them
with an idea of the truth
peeled words away
to take away the meaning
so I could learn again
a full grown tree broke ground in me
I never thought to answer
a full grown chicken came out an egg

Now it's time to switch
to a definition of living
I can live with


Friday, February 21, 2014

Playing The Part...

Life roll out the repetition, please...
It seems like that's exactly what I asked for and Life is obliging me every step of the way. Good thing I took the advice to notice what I notice or I would be missing some important lessons right now. One lesson being the ability to relate to others while being myself. Seems simple enough, but when you've spent a good part of your life living through other people's perceptions, knowing who "you" are is a pretty daunting task. Then, once you are introduced to yourself, there's the task of knowing how to discern who to share your life with and who should remain in orbit. I haven't reached this pinnacle yet, but I've learned how to recognize the path to it.
We can't escape being in relationships. Even isolated, we are in relationship to ourselves and whatever is in our environment. To me, this means, at our core, we already have the essential things we need all the time. It seems, our issue is how to take off our conditioning long enough to recognize it and learn to harvest what is already present. I'm finding the space between conditioned mind and what can be is very narrow with too many doors to choose from. What's frustrating is going through the same door over and over again. What's frightening is learning it doesn't matter which door you take, if you haven't first learned how you got in the space in the first place. From this space, I can see my choices weren't actually choices. They look more like repeated reactions based on things I'm afraid of or what I've agreed love is. These thoughts lead me to this lesson.
Much of our living, if we do not awaken to the patterns, is spent repeating our past. (duh! I know.) Much of what we call learning, is taking the past and bringing it present. Sometimes we try to change it, most of the time, we leave it as it is. We repeat this in our relationships, too. We take all of the memories, conscious or not, of all the relationships we've ever had and bring them to the present then wonder why they don't work or why they lack something essential. Like in learning, memory is the boundary, the limiting factor, of our relationships.
Around family and close friends our memory is a script we hand to each other. Often, we use these scripts to elevate the perception of our value and worth to ourselves and to others. We remind people what their place is in that circle and any deviation is taken as a treat, especially if that person is doing better than we are. Around acquaintances and strangers,our memory acts like an invisible assessment sheet that evaluates worth and value, always according to who we think we are or who we want to be-- aka projections. Until we can look past our memory, we cannot have authentic relations. On every level, we will repeat the patterns either with others or on ourselves.
Having an authentic relationship is about being able to perceive it as it is, not as we wish, want, or hope it can be with using the past. Righteous judgment is revealed when we've moved past the past. Until we are able to look at people as they are, we don't know them. We may know things about them, we may even know their patterns, but we do not know them. We can only know a person when we are intimate with them. Intimacy happens when we can share the smallest, most insignificant things of ourselves with another, without feeling less than. It happens when we can share our present experiences with knowledge that these experiences are inexhaustible. This is the moment when we know who to become intimate with and who to let stay on the periphery of our lives, in love.
If you find yourself surrounded by people that can only speak of what you used to be or do, they no longer know you. If they cannot speak about the person you are now or the things you are presently doing, you can either refresh the relationship or let them go. People who are unwilling to let you grow in their minds are invested in the role you play in their life. Give them back their scripts and walk off the stage.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Frustration

Push.
Push!
Push!!!!

My arms are limp
my face is swollen
my body aches
I'm weak

I'm weak in all the ways a person can be
and darkness is so warm
it keeps me safe from the prying minds
who want to know but don't even care

The darkness says comforting things like
sleep
don't think
that's important but don't worry about it
but it whispers
you will never rest
I will be your thoughts forever never ending
watch it all fall apart, it's your fault

My arms are limp
my face is swollen
my body aches
I'm weak
because I can't seem to
push through these frustrations and fears
I can't give birth to these dreams





Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Take Back

He was my muse
I know I said he was
I guess that's why I can't trust myself anymore
Since I lied
I immortalized an ego in black and white
Gave it verse
Made it real
Shame on me
I'm the reason the tree of good and evil
Will never be felled
I accepted the suggestion of the humbly-conceited
Bit from my own wish to know
What it's like to love illusion
so I loved him
I said he was my muse
And it's a shame
how I wish to rip up the air
To take back those words

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Conception

There must have been links
in the spaces of my creation
links which would lead you
to finding me again

There must have been something
in the division of my cells
which allowed my twin
to develop in another body

There must have been something
in your first cry
which made me want to push free
the thought of you not being there
shook my tiny body
so I screamed

Held onto anybodies hand
waiting for yours
gave away kisses
waiting for yours
Let my soul be opened
waiting for yours

There must have been singing across creation
the day I became aware of myself
the moment I looked in your eyes
when conception became reality


Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Everything

My love is like silence
full of everything worth it
leaving everything one
and alive

My life is rich and round
like a mother's belly
I count fingers and toes
though stretched minds
anticipating and laughing

My love is like nothing
leaving everything I am


Monday, November 25, 2013

Listen to Me

You are the breaks in my silence
I am the rhythm that bobs your head
the liquid that hits your hips and makes them loose
I am what makes your body lean
the earthquake to your nervous system
listen to me
you can't help but to listen to me
I am your meditation
I stop your thoughts
and leave you in bliss
I am the pulse and the slosh
of the blood through your veins
you create images of me in meter and rhyme
like metronomes trying to catch me in time
I am heard at the center of moans
You can find me in a kiss
and the breaking dawn
listen to me
you can't help but to listen to me

Friday, November 15, 2013

Idols

ring the bell
arrange the petals
light the incense
close my eyes
Om

tearing up my soul
looking for it
weeping at my existence
questioning it
walking across
the silver cord that is my life
in ice skates
tempting it to save me Om

I listen to the wind in the trees
have myself anointed with oil
sip green tea
and cover myself in labels
yet it doesn't come

the satisfaction refuses to descend
no matter how hard I rub
how good I act
how much I hide Om

I cut my flesh
to find where it's hiding
it explodes my chest open
with hope of finding it
seeing love with no object
I know it's there
so I

close my eyes
light the incense
arrange the petals
ring the bell
Om



Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Speak to Me

So receptive to you
everything in me questions
the idea of the duo
we seem to be

I yank on the strings
of my inner being
your voice rings in echo

Harmonies were made
to emulate the staves of your voice
I close my eyes to see
life's spectrum descend
daisies bloom in your shadow

I watch for you
your appearance
like a person who
can see to the heart of mischievous child
alighting it with love

Listening to the walls grow around me
You say
speak to me
my response
your servant listens


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Fuzzy

What did you think I would do
treated like diamonds
evaluated like a Pinto
dropped like a piece of molten shit

You thought because
I flexed like clay under warm fingers
you could say anything
and I would swoon
you were right
but being smart is your only strength

Leave depth to the oceans
your plumb-line
is a tack strung with spit
upon which you hung this idea
that you're the only one who knows the game

Punk little sucka
I know
you thought I wouldn't call you
by the names you call yourself
I read braille
let me touch you back

You thought I succumbed
to the weakness you hide
thought the leash was for one
the reason I still feel you is
you're still looking

So bypass me with the flint
you build around yourself
inside
you're like a fuzzy bitch
so
let me touch you back

Monday, July 8, 2013

He Said

He said
he'll never leave
so I walk away
to get caught up
in the tangles of life
like fingers in the kitchen of nappy hair
searching for freedom
like the prayers of the dying

He said
he has patience
so I allow myself
to wither and die
knotted, black, and naked
like a summer peach tree
until the spring
where life will gather all the fruits
of my gestation

He said
Love
He said love
like he was familiar with Her curves
like he kisses Her lips
aches for Her earth
and found Her in me
So I expose my darkness
let the pain unfurl
and I wait

I wait because
I have never heard
a soul speak from the invisible
never saw how breath gave life
never knew the tangibility of a blessing
until
He said...

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Wishes

If wishes were real
I would be able to 
look at the sky
and be blinded by light

If wishes were real 
I would be able to 
take my hand
press it to my chest
and feel the drums of Africa

If wishes were real 
I could look myself in the eyes
tell me a truth
that would make me cry
and set me free

If wishes were real
so would be 
my love

I keep thinking 
Silly as it is 
that love is like
a blanket
I can cover myself in
when I am afraid

I keep hoping love is
the Mother
that strokes my hair
and the Father 
that lifts me up high 
til I squeal

I keep wishing
love turns into 
spirit
spirit into flesh
flesh into man
and man into 
my life

If wishes were real
I would hear him calling me
from a far
I would feel his thoughts of me
I would always be in his presence

If wishes were real
You are
I am 
We be
and that would be all the wishes
made on falling stars