MOVING FORWARD

I believe it is quite possible to love yourself
without hating others....
I do not believe one should deny either
both, I think, move us progressively
foreward....

JUDGEMENT

the judgment of a bigot' tale
means no more less to me
he leaps to tell his cluttered tale
with every soul he sees
but if I turned the tables
from where he had last dined
wiping mouth of spittal
with the one he'd just maligned
each sin recalled in detail
stretching every inch by mile
then he'd turn to a sweet maiden
with a pinch and then a smile
raising hard to gesture
as if to think awhile
explaining most sincerely
why he thought it to revile...
then he'd swipe a bit of butter
dripping in his mouth to melt
shaking head all knowingly
with every word heart felt
and shining his dish cleaner
as he wiped it while it smudged
but having seen the bigot's plate
Sir, judge not ye be judged...

HOMAGE

it is good to pay homage
it is good to know in a life...
it is good to know always ...
where you have come
it is good to understand
it is good to love
it is good to love always

what you know...

Miriam Makeba (4 March 1932 - 10 November 2008)

was a South African singer and civil rights activist. The Grammy Award winning artist is often referred to as Mama Afrika.....

BOB

heard bob today
couldn't help boppin'
to his muse...
sounded too sweet to deny..
had to move with it and him
guess that 's how it goes...

SACRED SONG, SACRED SOUL

rachmaninov, rhapsody on a theme of paganini: iii
sacred song, sacred soul
how it is held so well
dancing in the wind
falling lightly onto face
never a burden
to feel that coolness
never with you...
how could they
never at all...
never with me
with my soul... feel you
only myself....
that is everything...

URBAN BEAT

for jackson pollack
screen vase hiding
urban beats
scream
scattered images
melting chaos
into harmonized
warfare
I get along
with the beat
in its street
chaos meeting me
in body

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Paul Jackson Pollock (January 28, 1912 – August 11, 1956) was an influential American painter and a major force in the abstract expressionist movement.

HALF MOON, SONG SUNG

half moon beats
into the night
serenading moments
revisiting reflections
silver crescent shapes
remolding time ...
I remember the crescent
moon
an empty blue
vast into everything
I never forget anything
into its blue
I am whole
with the night
into the deep blue
of the moon...

DILLY PATCH

walked along this street tonight
how time had made things change
dilly patch haunting
like phantom pains
hiding in the dark
and through each bark

each groove scratched deep
just as before
remnants lurking in the past
met this here I thought
if time could tell its tale
how full the story would be...
it would include me too
of how they saw me there
as a child now aged old
the earth burrying each strand
of its roots
far older and wiser than I
weathered and tested by time...

NEVER THOUGHT

for K.
never thought I'd stop
thinking of you
ever..
forever wishing
to be
with you
never thought that day
would come
tonight I thought
heart is free
mind is free
love is free
never thinking
of you...

TREES

I walked quietly through an orchard of over grown trees, reminiscing of when I was a little girl. I remember quite vividly prancing about wild amongst them..
Trees then as now littered the landcape with a primal lush as fallen leaves mingled with the nutty smell of moist earth.
There was no tarred or paved roads, only chalky, white limestone with lose gravel of sand and tiny rocks that cut hard against the heels of my small, bare feet.
Thick green foliage filled up the space against a bright, blue sky. Here was a garden I could dream away in for hours on end within my private world of imagination.
One moment I would be a pirate fighting an army of British seamen, breaking off a stick of limb for a sword, holding it upright then attacking the arms of the other limbs with full bravado.Finally with a determined thrust, I would lunge foreward into its trunk with a victorious plunge ...
Next, I would climb onto its bark, bare foot clutching each branch until I found a suitable place to safely perch myself. It had become my space ship traveling to far off lands, leaving behind earth into new worlds full of galactic adventure..encountering alien creatures and occasionally other inhabitants like myself..
Exausted from the adventure, I 'd stare blankly upward, eyes taking me higher to the top, through its leaves and into a fluff of clouds . I would imagine floating lightly on them as if they were soft cotton balls, drifitng slowly as they passed by......
Children have beautiful minds, creating worlds from everything.
I thought for a moment how I seldom saw them climbing trees anymore or playing happilly with such pure spontaniety of joy...I longed to hear that laughter , I miss it with me which seemed such common place as a child...the pure laughter and joy from experience..
I think we may have lost something with progress...perhaps an innocense of childhood...but for the moment I felt protected under the coolness of the trees as I revisited these memories. The thought warmed me and I guarded them as special moments, belonging only to me...and in that instant I felt safe hidding within this secret world that I had once created for myself so many years ago...

WHAT I KNOW
I never know the heart
or subltly of mind
when you are there
just chaotic rushes
running wild with joy
childish excitment
crowding empty spaces
from within
my aloness sees clearly love
with your abscence
distilling feelings
tenderly
never letting go
of you...

LOVE'S PASSIONS
Silent now
no longer bleeding
with love's passion
rustling trees
moves through the night
through silence
still and quietly
finding its grip
within ill fated dreams
for me and you
within this calm alone...
with your presence...

DEDICATION
i've been in love before
and know it requires dedication
it requires the heart to meet the soul
one heart, one soul
one glove to fit both our hands
its not easy trusting
another with your soul
the soul of a mate is sacrosanct
love requires time and patience
healing scars from past wounds
i've prayed to God
to feed this hungry soul
to fill this lonely heart
I trust you now with everything
to drink from the chalice I drink from
to share our destiny in perfect union
with full and total dedication
now and forever with love

AN ANGEL TOOK HIS PLACE
how sweet you are and good to know
I think I know alittle bit
I felt so frail and sad in heart
but glad to know you there
how fortunate to those like me
who wait upon your grace
I know there must be more like me
who hope to gimpse your gentle face
you are so kind and good to know
while i walk upon your scurried pace...
though hell has shown me devils more
an angel took his place...

THE WIND
I shall set a tale upon a mighty rock
two trees stood tall high on a hill
howling rains and scowling wind
scorched hard against each trunk
reminding the other
of each other's fragile limb
which is the fancy of a flight of wind
but each stood firm
while it rocked to the root
those who sit in the vessel
smiles at the storm
so the trees stood firm
through it all remaining tall
upon a mighty rock...

A CORNY LOVE SONNET
to live and love and die a death
upon a sonnet's grace
I'd champion a word for you
and walk a lover's pace
my head would touch the pillow
my heart would touch you near
whispering golden rain drops
to fall softly in your ear
and should I ever fail a lyric
within this lover's pace
I'd ask you to forgive me more
within a lover's grace
and life would have no meaning
if I did not have you near
to whisper my sweet love to you
within a weary ear

The term "sonnet" derives from the Provencal word "sonet" and the Italian word "sonetto," both meaning "little song." ...

SEASONS
you are the spring
and the life it brings
the summer
of hot passions
rebirthing in fall
a cold winter
when you are not there
full of all seasons
my love
through them all ...