vacas en el campo
tranquilo, tranquilo.
comen y respiran, solamente viven
los arboles
verde, verde, verde
covers the earth like a blanket
painted with orange
painted with yellow
immense space
under a blue sky, without clouds
a small river laughs
dances past the trees
whispers secrets to me
secrets about the earth
secrets about history
secrets about chile
a vast blue body
rocking back and forth
a baby in the gentle arms
of the sea
rise and fall
the waves pull away from the boat
call me away, toward the horizon
drops fall from the cloudy sky
welcomed by the gray waves
a sea lion surfaces
in the water
a face appears to say hello,
smiles, then dives down again.
islands, mysterious
small and large together
wink at me across the glittering blue
the hojas verdes
wave at me from
the mass of trees
"come, come to my mysterious island,
and i'll tell you my secrets."
on shore, the houses
laugh at me
with their faces of different colors
so vibrant, so brilliant
so alive.
the windows blink,
glittering in the sun.
fields of gold,
intricate plants, chacaiy
are the priceless treasure of the island
this treasure is hidden,
and you must make a journey to find it
it is inland,
growing for all to see,
but you must open your eyes
to find this treasure
physically, yes, but more,
really, mentally and emotionally.
open your eyes to see what you can find.
los campesinos guard it,
with their broken wooden fences,
but if you look for the gate,
you can pass through
you can find it.
a vast expanse of sky and green
the hills roll away forever
running into the horizon full force
green energy reaching up toward the sky
reaching, reaching
the clouds touch down for a moment
one moment
to kiss, lightly, the
green leaves of the green
trees on the green hills.
then the clouds roll away with the hills
rolling away
into the horizon
17.9.03
Monday, December 20, 2010
puerto montt
busses pass by,
the snow-capped peak in the background,
my hair feels shocks of electricity,
my mind drifts to what lies in the days ahead.
I also think about what has passed behind me.
the wool warms my head,
fighting off the constant rain
the mountain calls my name,
I can hear it through the wool
I can hear it through the fog on the lake
I answer hungrily,
with my eyes as I squint
through the water spots on my glasses.
I answer with my chest,
I am coming.
The view through the camera lens
cannot hope to capture what I can see.
16.9.03
the snow-capped peak in the background,
my hair feels shocks of electricity,
my mind drifts to what lies in the days ahead.
I also think about what has passed behind me.
the wool warms my head,
fighting off the constant rain
the mountain calls my name,
I can hear it through the wool
I can hear it through the fog on the lake
I answer hungrily,
with my eyes as I squint
through the water spots on my glasses.
I answer with my chest,
I am coming.
The view through the camera lens
cannot hope to capture what I can see.
16.9.03
chocolate
me tomo del brazo,
y dijo
que mi boca
mi beso
es como chocolate
mis mejillas estaban
rosados
y me rei
pero el dijo que
cada vez come
chocolate,
recuerde.
2.9.03
y dijo
que mi boca
mi beso
es como chocolate
mis mejillas estaban
rosados
y me rei
pero el dijo que
cada vez come
chocolate,
recuerde.
2.9.03
la voz
la cadencia de la voz
una cancion
por cierto, chileno
las montanas
de las casas
miran al mar
los colores
sonrien
al puerto rico, azul
los pelicanos
levantan
con la corriente
de la marea
y caen
debajo del puente
es una cancion
que la conocen
los perros
duermen debajo
los arboles
7.30.03
una cancion
por cierto, chileno
las montanas
de las casas
miran al mar
los colores
sonrien
al puerto rico, azul
los pelicanos
levantan
con la corriente
de la marea
y caen
debajo del puente
es una cancion
que la conocen
los perros
duermen debajo
los arboles
7.30.03
woman
I am woman.
I am strength.
I can be nothing less.
I am woman from my core to my skin.
I can be nothing less.
My heart is a woman's heart,
My mind a woman's mind,
My body a woman's body.
When I speak, it is a woman's voice,
The speech of a woman.
When I think, it is a woman's thought,
It can be no other.
When I move, I make a woman's move.
From my core to my skin,
I am woman.
5.8.03
I am strength.
I can be nothing less.
I am woman from my core to my skin.
I can be nothing less.
My heart is a woman's heart,
My mind a woman's mind,
My body a woman's body.
When I speak, it is a woman's voice,
The speech of a woman.
When I think, it is a woman's thought,
It can be no other.
When I move, I make a woman's move.
From my core to my skin,
I am woman.
5.8.03
drug
you let lust
govern your actions
an addict for
the drug
get the hook-up
wait on the corner
sacrifice it all
sacrifice me
hurry up
tighten the tourniquet
hurry up
get dressed
with the lights on
don't forget
lock the door
after she leaves
4.4.03
govern your actions
an addict for
the drug
get the hook-up
wait on the corner
sacrifice it all
sacrifice me
hurry up
tighten the tourniquet
hurry up
get dressed
with the lights on
don't forget
lock the door
after she leaves
4.4.03
awake
the blush on my neck
fades
like the blush in my heart
the small red petals
creep up
then retreat
fall back
the smile fades
from my lips
along with the
yearning for closeness
my rose
hued thoughts for you
romanticism
a dreamworld
I am awake
4.3.03
fades
like the blush in my heart
the small red petals
creep up
then retreat
fall back
the smile fades
from my lips
along with the
yearning for closeness
my rose
hued thoughts for you
romanticism
a dreamworld
I am awake
4.3.03
war II
how can the birds sing?
as if they can be happy
how can the bells ring?
nonchalant at noon
as if the time still crawls
how can spring still bring itself
upon us
in this time of
war and
bombs
3.20.02
as if they can be happy
how can the bells ring?
nonchalant at noon
as if the time still crawls
how can spring still bring itself
upon us
in this time of
war and
bombs
3.20.02
war
I long for poppies.
sleep,
oblivion.
a red sun sets,
the beginning
of a long, cold night.
how long will it be
until the sea
of red
blooms,
and the sun
rises
once again?
3.19.03
sleep,
oblivion.
a red sun sets,
the beginning
of a long, cold night.
how long will it be
until the sea
of red
blooms,
and the sun
rises
once again?
3.19.03
sometimes
a small round
bump--
millions, in fact
so many that
I would never try to
count them.
each bump
perfect.
together,
the rind keeps in
the juice
and protects
the fruit.
millions of bumps,
millions of rinds,
millions of oranges.
sometimes,
I believe in god.
12.16.02
bump--
millions, in fact
so many that
I would never try to
count them.
each bump
perfect.
together,
the rind keeps in
the juice
and protects
the fruit.
millions of bumps,
millions of rinds,
millions of oranges.
sometimes,
I believe in god.
12.16.02
touch
a hand on the small of my back
a firm thumb rubs
a small circle of warmth
subconsciously I tense,
and like rough, cold stones,
shoulder blades sharpen toward each other.
stiffly, I turn my neck
and place my hand on the bed,
a gingham quilt made by my mother.
I glance at the door, then
watch his face,
clear blue questioning.
"Does that really tickle?
You like to be in control, don't you?"
he grins, a straight row of white.
I think about the stone-cold walls,
and remember the leg massage from the other day.
"Don't you mind that I don't shave?"
he's good with his hands, maybe he can
help break the walls down. for once.
I like to pretend to be easy going,
and glance at the pastel gingham.
I smile, too, and laugh.
my hand on the nape of his neck,
warm and smooth,
helps me forget about the cold stone for now.
12.12.02
a firm thumb rubs
a small circle of warmth
subconsciously I tense,
and like rough, cold stones,
shoulder blades sharpen toward each other.
stiffly, I turn my neck
and place my hand on the bed,
a gingham quilt made by my mother.
I glance at the door, then
watch his face,
clear blue questioning.
"Does that really tickle?
You like to be in control, don't you?"
he grins, a straight row of white.
I think about the stone-cold walls,
and remember the leg massage from the other day.
"Don't you mind that I don't shave?"
he's good with his hands, maybe he can
help break the walls down. for once.
I like to pretend to be easy going,
and glance at the pastel gingham.
I smile, too, and laugh.
my hand on the nape of his neck,
warm and smooth,
helps me forget about the cold stone for now.
12.12.02
walls
a bare back turned away from him
her eyes drift down, she sees his hand on hers.
she feels a weight of stone built up over time--
the locked up walls have stopped so many tears.
a prickling of her skin at his warm touch--
her shoulder blades shirk out and sharpen in.
she arches her back and darts her eyes to watch
his glinting, straight-toothed smile thats hinting sin.
words climb to tumbled out of her dry lips,
her head turns, seals them up inside her throat.
she sucks in quick--his soft hands on her hips.
he turns the key in the lock. The words fall out.
as each cold stone breaks she lets out a sigh
and shakes, the walls were not always so high.
12.12.02
her eyes drift down, she sees his hand on hers.
she feels a weight of stone built up over time--
the locked up walls have stopped so many tears.
a prickling of her skin at his warm touch--
her shoulder blades shirk out and sharpen in.
she arches her back and darts her eyes to watch
his glinting, straight-toothed smile thats hinting sin.
words climb to tumbled out of her dry lips,
her head turns, seals them up inside her throat.
she sucks in quick--his soft hands on her hips.
he turns the key in the lock. The words fall out.
as each cold stone breaks she lets out a sigh
and shakes, the walls were not always so high.
12.12.02
sigh
a cold, indifferent sigh.
so soft,
yet like trumpets at jericho
fall the walls.
a shout to my forehead--
so loud,
I don't need you.
I don't see you.
I don't feel you.
a cleaving in my heart--
so deep,
denial is all I can bear.
12.2.02
so soft,
yet like trumpets at jericho
fall the walls.
a shout to my forehead--
so loud,
I don't need you.
I don't see you.
I don't feel you.
a cleaving in my heart--
so deep,
denial is all I can bear.
12.2.02
Dia Perezoso
En un dia perezoso
con mariposas emocionantes
oh para la amistad!
manejo, en mi coche blanco
a la casa de tus padres
A la ventana abierta
viene un rayo del sol,
oh para el amor!
inquieta los dos aves,
que estan bailando en el nido.
Recuerdame, y guardarme,
tengo una sonrisa lleno de dormir,
oh para la paz!
cuando salgo para mas lejano
sin mi esperanza roja.
10.9.02
con mariposas emocionantes
oh para la amistad!
manejo, en mi coche blanco
a la casa de tus padres
A la ventana abierta
viene un rayo del sol,
oh para el amor!
inquieta los dos aves,
que estan bailando en el nido.
Recuerdame, y guardarme,
tengo una sonrisa lleno de dormir,
oh para la paz!
cuando salgo para mas lejano
sin mi esperanza roja.
10.9.02
leaving
the battery is dead
I talk to nothing
always
talking to nothing
the fog reminds me of you
the gary snyder poem
the coffee mug in my hand
I hate myself for it
you're leaving soon
always
leaving soon
do you every get lonely out on your limb?
9.24.02
I talk to nothing
always
talking to nothing
the fog reminds me of you
the gary snyder poem
the coffee mug in my hand
I hate myself for it
you're leaving soon
always
leaving soon
do you every get lonely out on your limb?
9.24.02
hung up
I hold the phone to my ear
gaze upon your two-dimensional face
pinned, for once pinned, to the cork.
Why is this so hard for me?
9.24.02
gaze upon your two-dimensional face
pinned, for once pinned, to the cork.
Why is this so hard for me?
9.24.02
weak
the tears come fast
unexpected
they take over my senses
my energy
uncalled for
I keep the wells at bay
contained
look out the window
change the station
8.19.02
unexpected
they take over my senses
my energy
uncalled for
I keep the wells at bay
contained
look out the window
change the station
8.19.02
accident
leaves fall from the trees still
brown, tan, yellow, orange
she notices the damp and clumpy piles
cluttering her driveway
but not the colors, the beauty
she drives into her small, two-car garage
back from Hillcrest nursing home
sets the twelve-pack of soda on the cement stoop
right outside the door connecting the garage to the house
"Minnesota winders are a good refrigerator,"she says
she walks into the yellow-tinged house
reeks of forty years worth of cigarette smoke
memories and history sit on the furniture
cover the wallpaper
she remembers the time when they all sat around the kitchen table
at dinner after Kent's football practices
Ken laughed and smiled
wallpaper was white then
room not so saturated with smoke
faces young and rambunctious
that was before
the accident
she remembers the day
partly cloudy, upper 60s
screech of black rubber tires on gray pavement
sinking in the pit of her stomach
panic
riding his bike on Holiday Road
down the steep hill
Paul watched wide-eyed
"Ambulances are loud," he thought
slumped bodies don't easily erase themselves
from the minds of children
policemen were there
"Drunk driver," they murmured
she grasped the white plastic handles of the wheelchair
white knuckles
she couldn't stop looking at the eyepatch
covering him up
"Extensive brain damage,"the doctor said
she pressed her lips together
tightly, red
she never went out without putting on lipstick
she had never experienced so many emotions
love, sadness, anger, anger, anger
she had never needed so many questions answered
"Why him? Why a drunk driver?" she thought
"How will I raise my children alone?" she thought
"How will I take care of him?" she thought
never before had she been so angry at her husband
"Why did you walk into the street right then?"
she wanted to cry
"Why are you leaving me alone?"
she wanted to scream
time passes like water through fingers
swollen and gnarled with arthritis
children grow into adults
have their own children
she visits him every day
sometimes twice
she is the only one who can understand what he says
she gives him cigarettes outside
when the weather is nice
she knows she shouldn't
they smoke together
she holds the cigarette in his mouth
she complains that the nurses
don't respect the patients at Hillcrest
they use the wrong lotion
they don't listen to her
she plans on moving him over to
Hopkins, where the service is better
she sets her purse on the table
the only noise is the hum of the refrigerator
she turns on the television
dissipates the silence
still
leaves fall from the trees
she never goes out without putting on lipstick
still
4.21.02
brown, tan, yellow, orange
she notices the damp and clumpy piles
cluttering her driveway
but not the colors, the beauty
she drives into her small, two-car garage
back from Hillcrest nursing home
sets the twelve-pack of soda on the cement stoop
right outside the door connecting the garage to the house
"Minnesota winders are a good refrigerator,"she says
she walks into the yellow-tinged house
reeks of forty years worth of cigarette smoke
memories and history sit on the furniture
cover the wallpaper
she remembers the time when they all sat around the kitchen table
at dinner after Kent's football practices
Ken laughed and smiled
wallpaper was white then
room not so saturated with smoke
faces young and rambunctious
that was before
the accident
she remembers the day
partly cloudy, upper 60s
screech of black rubber tires on gray pavement
sinking in the pit of her stomach
panic
riding his bike on Holiday Road
down the steep hill
Paul watched wide-eyed
"Ambulances are loud," he thought
slumped bodies don't easily erase themselves
from the minds of children
policemen were there
"Drunk driver," they murmured
she grasped the white plastic handles of the wheelchair
white knuckles
she couldn't stop looking at the eyepatch
covering him up
"Extensive brain damage,"the doctor said
she pressed her lips together
tightly, red
she never went out without putting on lipstick
she had never experienced so many emotions
love, sadness, anger, anger, anger
she had never needed so many questions answered
"Why him? Why a drunk driver?" she thought
"How will I raise my children alone?" she thought
"How will I take care of him?" she thought
never before had she been so angry at her husband
"Why did you walk into the street right then?"
she wanted to cry
"Why are you leaving me alone?"
she wanted to scream
time passes like water through fingers
swollen and gnarled with arthritis
children grow into adults
have their own children
she visits him every day
sometimes twice
she is the only one who can understand what he says
she gives him cigarettes outside
when the weather is nice
she knows she shouldn't
they smoke together
she holds the cigarette in his mouth
she complains that the nurses
don't respect the patients at Hillcrest
they use the wrong lotion
they don't listen to her
she plans on moving him over to
Hopkins, where the service is better
she sets her purse on the table
the only noise is the hum of the refrigerator
she turns on the television
dissipates the silence
still
leaves fall from the trees
she never goes out without putting on lipstick
still
4.21.02
Untitled
so discontent
as I sit
stretch
my mind wanders
things to do
things I want
my eyes are
drawn
to my stomach
in the mirror
my belly
exposed
the weight on my
chest my
heart
sits
heavy
3.16.02
as I sit
stretch
my mind wanders
things to do
things I want
my eyes are
drawn
to my stomach
in the mirror
my belly
exposed
the weight on my
chest my
heart
sits
heavy
3.16.02
Alone
the ache spreads
down to my knees
up to my head
the wind shoots down my back
my spine shudders
the feeling never
leaves
just rises and falls
the tide
stretches toward the shore
yet yearns for the moon
3.14.02
down to my knees
up to my head
the wind shoots down my back
my spine shudders
the feeling never
leaves
just rises and falls
the tide
stretches toward the shore
yet yearns for the moon
3.14.02
Reflections on Koren
the frosted hazel brush gleamed
as if covered with diamonds
squirrels squirm and slip
on icy branches
a rustle in a rectangular wooden box
one pops up
jumps on the frosty ground
the gigantic cookie
overshadows
the bushy tail
glazed branches whip
strands of hair icicles
slap her face
she pulls her hat
down
over her numbed ears
stiff and indifferent
she clips and clops
eyes shift down
to the chow mein noodle ground
she tightens the belt of her coat
and fights the wind
shivering
3.14.02
as if covered with diamonds
squirrels squirm and slip
on icy branches
a rustle in a rectangular wooden box
one pops up
jumps on the frosty ground
the gigantic cookie
overshadows
the bushy tail
glazed branches whip
strands of hair icicles
slap her face
she pulls her hat
down
over her numbed ears
stiff and indifferent
she clips and clops
eyes shift down
to the chow mein noodle ground
she tightens the belt of her coat
and fights the wind
shivering
3.14.02
Reflections on Robert Bly
so many times I feel like weeping
the lump forms
my eyes are dry
my head full of wishes
my heart of yearning
my soul empty
a void aching to be filled
screaming
my mouth opens
my lips part
yet
no sound escapes
my eyes plead
upward
my head bows
my eyes squeeze shut
tight
yet
the water does not fall
so many times I feel like weeping
3.12.02
the lump forms
my eyes are dry
my head full of wishes
my heart of yearning
my soul empty
a void aching to be filled
screaming
my mouth opens
my lips part
yet
no sound escapes
my eyes plead
upward
my head bows
my eyes squeeze shut
tight
yet
the water does not fall
so many times I feel like weeping
3.12.02
Untitled
hear this snow shadow
blow blue breath
over a wandering dream
listen to it murmur
one vanishes
2.7.02
blow blue breath
over a wandering dream
listen to it murmur
one vanishes
2.7.02
Monday, December 13, 2010
starry-eyed boy
A
I want to meet myself a
D7
starry-eyed boy
C D
with long wavy hair
C A
and a nice warm smile
A
I want to meet myself a
D7
long-lashed poet
C D
with nice, full lips
C A
he's almost prettier than me
5.01
I want to meet myself a
D7
starry-eyed boy
C D
with long wavy hair
C A
and a nice warm smile
A
I want to meet myself a
D7
long-lashed poet
C D
with nice, full lips
C A
he's almost prettier than me
5.01
green
mother earth is gonna be really, really pissed
when she realizes all the chances we've missed
the water is polluted
with oil and garbage and gas
the ozone layer is broken
there's a hole the size of a bypass
our resources are so depleted
she must feel so defeated
we haven't learned our lesson yet
we'll only realize when our fate is met
civilization is what's killing the planet
so all you politicians shut up and can it
give us greens some say in what goes on
otherwise everything may soon be gone
politics aren't just for money-grubbing capitalists,
politics are also for those who know what will be missed
everyone needs to change the way they do their living
from throwing away to saving, reusing, and giving
4.00
when she realizes all the chances we've missed
the water is polluted
with oil and garbage and gas
the ozone layer is broken
there's a hole the size of a bypass
our resources are so depleted
she must feel so defeated
we haven't learned our lesson yet
we'll only realize when our fate is met
civilization is what's killing the planet
so all you politicians shut up and can it
give us greens some say in what goes on
otherwise everything may soon be gone
politics aren't just for money-grubbing capitalists,
politics are also for those who know what will be missed
everyone needs to change the way they do their living
from throwing away to saving, reusing, and giving
4.00
dancin' dumbo
an elephant danced right onto the sand
as I was leaving the beach one day
I thought, "That's really something,
let's give him a hand!"
Then I decided to stay
Well, it turned out there was a concert that day
right at the end of the beach
after a while the band started to play
the elephant stood straight up in the air,
as far as he could reach.
The band was jamming, very funky and groovy
then the elephant started dancin' and shakin'
like something right out of a movie
the people at the beach didn't know what to do
they knew that something had to be wrong
so they decided to call the zoo
they knew an elephant shouldn't go to the beach,
and certainly not sing a song.
When the zookeeper arrived there was quite a scene
his big ol' feet were making the stage shake
that elephant was a dancin' machine
his big ol' booty sent the beach into an earthquake
the zookeeper said, "This is quite enough!"
but elephant thought differently,
as he rocked to the Big Wu
and with one puff
he blew that zookeeper back into the zoo
he locked her in a cage,
then said with a huff,
"That is quite enough out of you."
so the band kept groovin'
the zookeeper kept knockin'
and everyone kept on movin'
4.00
as I was leaving the beach one day
I thought, "That's really something,
let's give him a hand!"
Then I decided to stay
Well, it turned out there was a concert that day
right at the end of the beach
after a while the band started to play
the elephant stood straight up in the air,
as far as he could reach.
The band was jamming, very funky and groovy
then the elephant started dancin' and shakin'
like something right out of a movie
the people at the beach didn't know what to do
they knew that something had to be wrong
so they decided to call the zoo
they knew an elephant shouldn't go to the beach,
and certainly not sing a song.
When the zookeeper arrived there was quite a scene
his big ol' feet were making the stage shake
that elephant was a dancin' machine
his big ol' booty sent the beach into an earthquake
the zookeeper said, "This is quite enough!"
but elephant thought differently,
as he rocked to the Big Wu
and with one puff
he blew that zookeeper back into the zoo
he locked her in a cage,
then said with a huff,
"That is quite enough out of you."
so the band kept groovin'
the zookeeper kept knockin'
and everyone kept on movin'
4.00
Content
lying on a terry cloth towel
printed on it are fish and seashells
sound underneath my toenails and fingernails
the gritty feeling is hard to wash out
the afternoon sun's rays of light
warm my back
tell me to rest my head
and fall asleep
I've got a beach
two blocks from my house
where I can go to relax
I've got a room
with beads on the door
Where I go when I just can't deal
with people anymore
I've got a house
on a nice little road
we have lilacs and a basketball hoop
I've got a family
a brother and two parents
my house is full of love and respect
I've got a savior
who died just for me
he's given me all that I have
what more could I possibly want?
4.00
printed on it are fish and seashells
sound underneath my toenails and fingernails
the gritty feeling is hard to wash out
the afternoon sun's rays of light
warm my back
tell me to rest my head
and fall asleep
I've got a beach
two blocks from my house
where I can go to relax
I've got a room
with beads on the door
Where I go when I just can't deal
with people anymore
I've got a house
on a nice little road
we have lilacs and a basketball hoop
I've got a family
a brother and two parents
my house is full of love and respect
I've got a savior
who died just for me
he's given me all that I have
what more could I possibly want?
4.00
los animales muertos
they don't cut you off in traffic
they don't tell you what to do
they don't lie
they don't cheat
they don't steal anything from you
they don't ask you for your money
they don't phone you at dinnertime
they don't judge you
they don't threaten you
they would never commit a crime
tell me
why then, do you choose
to be so thoughtless and rude
to harm them
much less kill them
not only for sport
but for food
4.00
they don't tell you what to do
they don't lie
they don't cheat
they don't steal anything from you
they don't ask you for your money
they don't phone you at dinnertime
they don't judge you
they don't threaten you
they would never commit a crime
tell me
why then, do you choose
to be so thoughtless and rude
to harm them
much less kill them
not only for sport
but for food
4.00
Paradise
dream
the only word
efficiently describing the
paradise found
on the sea
breezy
delightful
conscious dream
sleepy
smiling
loving dream
wonderful
peaceful
neverending dream
paradise
is a drug
and I'm
hooked
for
good
4.00
the only word
efficiently describing the
paradise found
on the sea
breezy
delightful
conscious dream
sleepy
smiling
loving dream
wonderful
peaceful
neverending dream
paradise
is a drug
and I'm
hooked
for
good
4.00
Fearless
I realize now
why you're afraid of me
you are afraid
because I am not
not afraid to be beauty
not afraid to be ugly
I am fearless because
I am fear itself
3.4.98
why you're afraid of me
you are afraid
because I am not
not afraid to be beauty
not afraid to be ugly
I am fearless because
I am fear itself
3.4.98
Follow
don't bring a sweater
don't bring a snack
don't bring anything on your back
just drop what you're doing
and follow me
those are the words that Jesus said
just follow me
you better shape up,
because He's coming for you
to follow Him
1997
don't bring a snack
don't bring anything on your back
just drop what you're doing
and follow me
those are the words that Jesus said
just follow me
you better shape up,
because He's coming for you
to follow Him
1997
Untitled
my heart has fallen
she has no intention of getting up
no one is asking her to
if good things happen to good people
then how come
the good people who get the good things
never get the good things they want
but always get someone else's good things
someone is screwing everything up
we are screwing ourselves
out of what we want
what we need
1996
she has no intention of getting up
no one is asking her to
if good things happen to good people
then how come
the good people who get the good things
never get the good things they want
but always get someone else's good things
someone is screwing everything up
we are screwing ourselves
out of what we want
what we need
1996
Untitled
I debated, what to
call my "painting"--
the lightswitch plate.
Would I call it
"fumbling," "lonely"?
I'm sure when I did it
I wasn't thinking,
but now,
that I am lonely and fumbling,
it fits me perfectly.
I don't know
what to do.
1996
call my "painting"--
the lightswitch plate.
Would I call it
"fumbling," "lonely"?
I'm sure when I did it
I wasn't thinking,
but now,
that I am lonely and fumbling,
it fits me perfectly.
I don't know
what to do.
1996
Untitled
one day i wanted to really go out
and be outrageous really go out
and make a statement so I bought
new clothes and makeup and stuff
and I went to the mall and people
were looking at me like I was an
alien I mean haven't they ever
seen anybody really being themselves
I mean hello this is the 90s
anyway they were all staring at
me like they wanted to come up
to me and say who are you who
is this person anyway I realized
my hairstyle was falling out so I went
to go look in the mirror to fix it and
when I saw my reflection I looked at
it as if it were an alien I mean this
creature was so strange who was
she trying to fool anyway who is
this anyway so I asked it who it
was and it asked me the same thing.
1996
and be outrageous really go out
and make a statement so I bought
new clothes and makeup and stuff
and I went to the mall and people
were looking at me like I was an
alien I mean haven't they ever
seen anybody really being themselves
I mean hello this is the 90s
anyway they were all staring at
me like they wanted to come up
to me and say who are you who
is this person anyway I realized
my hairstyle was falling out so I went
to go look in the mirror to fix it and
when I saw my reflection I looked at
it as if it were an alien I mean this
creature was so strange who was
she trying to fool anyway who is
this anyway so I asked it who it
was and it asked me the same thing.
1996
Untitled
life is sometimes
like an old pair of
jeans
comfortable mostly,
tight in some places,
one or two embarrassing holes,
any fringe
on the ends.
1996
like an old pair of
jeans
comfortable mostly,
tight in some places,
one or two embarrassing holes,
any fringe
on the ends.
1996
Untitled
your head is
SO BIG
that small objects
are starting to
orbit around it.
I hope
I'm not one of them.
1996
SO BIG
that small objects
are starting to
orbit around it.
I hope
I'm not one of them.
1996
Untitled
my own personal hell
would be a first period
math class
where the teacher
(being a complete sexist and bigot)
laughs at me
when I don't understand
and tells the class
that girls
(but we are women)
don't comprehend math
as well as men
(who are boys)
1996
would be a first period
math class
where the teacher
(being a complete sexist and bigot)
laughs at me
when I don't understand
and tells the class
that girls
(but we are women)
don't comprehend math
as well as men
(who are boys)
1996
hanging
A
you just can't
A7 A
pull on these heartstrings
A7 A
so hard like you care
A C
then just suddenly
CDGA
let go
A DA
leave them hanging
C D
hanging there
CD A
leave them hanging there
A A7
you started playing this
A A7
record / deep down
A C
inside me / then lifted
DGA
the needle
DA
left me spinning
C D
spinning there
C G A
you just left me spinning there
deep down inside me
you were playing, playing
deep down inside me
G D7 G
now I'm running in circles
D7
don't know what's up or
G D7
down / I'm spinning
G D7
and spinning / I look
G
all around / but your
A C
face is nowhere to be
D A C
found / I lower my head
D
to the ground
E A DA CD
you got me dizzy, dizzy
C G A CDGA (repeat)
dizzy over you, over you
A A7
you just can't pull on
A
these heartstrings so
A7 A
hard like you care
C
then just suddenly
CDGA CDGA
let go, let go
A
and leave them
C D
hanging there
5.01
you just can't
pull on these heartstrings
so hard
like you care
then suddenly
let go
and leave them just
hanging there
you started playing
this record
deep down inside me
then you just
lifted the needle
and left me spinning
running in circles
going dizzy
over you
you just can't
pull on these heartstrings
then leave them just
hanging there
3.4.01
you just can't
A7 A
pull on these heartstrings
A7 A
so hard like you care
A C
then just suddenly
CDGA
let go
A DA
leave them hanging
C D
hanging there
CD A
leave them hanging there
A A7
you started playing this
A A7
record / deep down
A C
inside me / then lifted
DGA
the needle
DA
left me spinning
C D
spinning there
C G A
you just left me spinning there
deep down inside me
you were playing, playing
deep down inside me
G D7 G
now I'm running in circles
D7
don't know what's up or
G D7
down / I'm spinning
G D7
and spinning / I look
G
all around / but your
A C
face is nowhere to be
D A C
found / I lower my head
D
to the ground
E A DA CD
you got me dizzy, dizzy
C G A CDGA (repeat)
dizzy over you, over you
A A7
you just can't pull on
A
these heartstrings so
A7 A
hard like you care
C
then just suddenly
CDGA CDGA
let go, let go
A
and leave them
C D
hanging there
5.01
you just can't
pull on these heartstrings
so hard
like you care
then suddenly
let go
and leave them just
hanging there
you started playing
this record
deep down inside me
then you just
lifted the needle
and left me spinning
running in circles
going dizzy
over you
you just can't
pull on these heartstrings
then leave them just
hanging there
3.4.01
handle with care
you think I'm strong
but I'm not
I crumble
when you stumble
onto me
don't push me around
like that
I'll fall over
I'm fragile
please handle
with care
3.4.01
but I'm not
I crumble
when you stumble
onto me
don't push me around
like that
I'll fall over
I'm fragile
please handle
with care
3.4.01
Untitled
I long to
sleep
in your
redwood arms
strong and gentle
and lay my head
upon your chest
and hear the beating
of your heart
in my ear
a steady and comforting
lullaby
I long to
close my eyes
breathe in your scent
and smile
drift away
into you
in the dark night
starry night
wise moon
smiling back
2.10.01
sleep
in your
redwood arms
strong and gentle
and lay my head
upon your chest
and hear the beating
of your heart
in my ear
a steady and comforting
lullaby
I long to
close my eyes
breathe in your scent
and smile
drift away
into you
in the dark night
starry night
wise moon
smiling back
2.10.01
Parched
cottonmouth
dry throat
migraine
gonna croak
need a drink
and I think
always coca-cola
1.23.99
dry throat
migraine
gonna croak
need a drink
and I think
always coca-cola
1.23.99
Cancion de Cambia
now it's about time
we gotta make some changes
no more coasting
agreeing with the crowd
we've come to the fork in the road
and now we've got to decide
which way we're gonna go
we can't just sit back
and let our whole lives just pass us by
we've got to stand up for who we are
and give honesty an honest try
we've got to wise up
1. 23. 99
we gotta make some changes
no more coasting
agreeing with the crowd
we've come to the fork in the road
and now we've got to decide
which way we're gonna go
we can't just sit back
and let our whole lives just pass us by
we've got to stand up for who we are
and give honesty an honest try
we've got to wise up
1. 23. 99
Waste
maybe you don't care about your life
I guess I care more than you do
and I'm not gonna let you waste
your life away
all in the name of a party
hey baby I know you like to have fun
but all you're really doing is being on the run
I'm not talking about the cops
or the police
you're fleeing from your own life
tell me, when will your firing cease?
with each one of your shots
you're just hurting yourself
just stop lashing out and
put your pride on the shelf
1.23.99
I guess I care more than you do
and I'm not gonna let you waste
your life away
all in the name of a party
hey baby I know you like to have fun
but all you're really doing is being on the run
I'm not talking about the cops
or the police
you're fleeing from your own life
tell me, when will your firing cease?
with each one of your shots
you're just hurting yourself
just stop lashing out and
put your pride on the shelf
1.23.99
raw
my insides exposed
nerves vulnerable to all
touch
feeling
emotion
I shudder and shiver
at the slightest graze
a tickle sends a spazm
down
my
spine
a compliment inflates my head
like a balloon
a joke shoots uncontrollable laughter
through my body
a cold wind cuts through my
skin
like a knife
the yellow sun
warms my soul
the sound of waves
crashing on the shore
soothes my mind
heals the hurt
the saltwater
licks clean
all my wounds
I am weak and vulnerable
I am happy and naive
I am sweet and innocent
I am RAW
4.10.00
nerves vulnerable to all
touch
feeling
emotion
I shudder and shiver
at the slightest graze
a tickle sends a spazm
down
my
spine
a compliment inflates my head
like a balloon
a joke shoots uncontrollable laughter
through my body
a cold wind cuts through my
skin
like a knife
the yellow sun
warms my soul
the sound of waves
crashing on the shore
soothes my mind
heals the hurt
the saltwater
licks clean
all my wounds
I am weak and vulnerable
I am happy and naive
I am sweet and innocent
I am RAW
4.10.00
midsummerdream
gorgeous enormous immense goddess
swimming
in a forest of chocolate
whisper
the sweet language of honey
sordid delirious music
a slice of smelly sausage
stenches my aura
begging my tongue
to give in to
los animales muertos
my being screams
no
sky marshmallows
sailing over my mind
hypnotizing my heart
to rest
11.20.98
swimming
in a forest of chocolate
whisper
the sweet language of honey
sordid delirious music
a slice of smelly sausage
stenches my aura
begging my tongue
to give in to
los animales muertos
my being screams
no
sky marshmallows
sailing over my mind
hypnotizing my heart
to rest
11.20.98
CRITICISM
she is the little sister of hate
she is the mother of prejudice and racism
she is the cousin of alienation and isolation
she hides in her pseudo smiles
waiting for the perfect moment
to flash and gnash and bare her incisors
she sneaks up on the unsuspecting
to cloak them with a cape of insecurity
she is conniving
she is evil
she is hideous
wearing a mask of beauty
SHE IS THE AMERICAN WAY
9.30.98
she is the mother of prejudice and racism
she is the cousin of alienation and isolation
she hides in her pseudo smiles
waiting for the perfect moment
to flash and gnash and bare her incisors
she sneaks up on the unsuspecting
to cloak them with a cape of insecurity
she is conniving
she is evil
she is hideous
wearing a mask of beauty
SHE IS THE AMERICAN WAY
9.30.98
John Doe
you are a pond
so small and shallow
you are an orange
the sharp, bitter taste and pulp makes me gag
you are a fork
poking me every chance that you get
you are the early morning
dragging me out of my comfort
you are a tight polyester shirt
suffocating my skin
you take the pity smalltalk
you give neverending, annoying comments
unrelenting in persistence
you are in my ear in my face
forcing me to pay attention
you ask me to lie to think
he thinks for himself
he is his own person
he doesn't care what others think
you are an insecure puppy
wagging his tail at the slightest hint of praise
you are a rusted Oldsmobile station wagon
clunking and grinding your loud complaints
you are a retail salesman
always "helping" the customer
you are eager like an annoying dog
attaching itself to my leg
you are a light rain
just enough to ruin my plans
9.28.98
so small and shallow
you are an orange
the sharp, bitter taste and pulp makes me gag
you are a fork
poking me every chance that you get
you are the early morning
dragging me out of my comfort
you are a tight polyester shirt
suffocating my skin
you take the pity smalltalk
you give neverending, annoying comments
unrelenting in persistence
you are in my ear in my face
forcing me to pay attention
you ask me to lie to think
he thinks for himself
he is his own person
he doesn't care what others think
you are an insecure puppy
wagging his tail at the slightest hint of praise
you are a rusted Oldsmobile station wagon
clunking and grinding your loud complaints
you are a retail salesman
always "helping" the customer
you are eager like an annoying dog
attaching itself to my leg
you are a light rain
just enough to ruin my plans
9.28.98
Image
blue water reflecting blue sky like a window to
the soul
earth bathwater choppy and whitecapped
from the blue brisk breeze
clouds float across blue sky
heavenly herd of sheep gliding toward the sun
basking in soft warm glow of radiant sun
grainy sand almost as big as gravel
hard sand clumps break when stepped on
gritty and damp between toes
green fresh new life living breathing being
small trees scattered through park
breaths of fresh air in
our small hectic chaotic snowglobe
seagulls calling conversing with each other
talking about the nice weather
a few boats meandering
taking their sweet time
on my favorite looking glass mirror
fishy smell in back of nostril
crisp like lemonwater
clean as soap
soothing sands cool my head
sound of wind
whistling softly whispering in ears
blowing hair into face
messy tangling tousled
lapping of water on shore
relaxing backrub to my inner child
permanent peaceful smile
graces my lips
mind is free of worry
brain at rest
a serene mind thinks of nothing
10.2.98
the soul
earth bathwater choppy and whitecapped
from the blue brisk breeze
clouds float across blue sky
heavenly herd of sheep gliding toward the sun
basking in soft warm glow of radiant sun
grainy sand almost as big as gravel
hard sand clumps break when stepped on
gritty and damp between toes
green fresh new life living breathing being
small trees scattered through park
breaths of fresh air in
our small hectic chaotic snowglobe
seagulls calling conversing with each other
talking about the nice weather
a few boats meandering
taking their sweet time
on my favorite looking glass mirror
fishy smell in back of nostril
crisp like lemonwater
clean as soap
soothing sands cool my head
sound of wind
whistling softly whispering in ears
blowing hair into face
messy tangling tousled
lapping of water on shore
relaxing backrub to my inner child
permanent peaceful smile
graces my lips
mind is free of worry
brain at rest
a serene mind thinks of nothing
10.2.98
Under Branches
on the
ground
giver of
life
green
will grow
where leaves
fall
on the
blackest
glorious
soil
5.98
ground
giver of
life
green
will grow
where leaves
fall
on the
blackest
glorious
soil
5.98
The Ballad of the Aluminum Pop Can
Gaseosa, how I long for you, gaseosa.
Gaseosa in the air
Gaseosa everywhere.
Que te quiero gaseosa!
The ballad of la lata de gaseosa.
The wondrous lata's story
Starts en la fabrica.
En la fabrica the can es crear.
La lata es crear
By an assembly-line worker
Who has not had a pausa
En doce horas.
El trabajador molds you, lata, and shapes you
Until you are acceptable to society.
When he is done with you,
You go to another assembly line.
This line es muy importante,
Porque this is the time
When you meet your betrothed.
Gaseosa, do you take this lata
To be your lawfully-wedded wife?
Lata, do you take this gaseosa
To be your lawfully-wedded husband?
We do.
5.98
Gaseosa in the air
Gaseosa everywhere.
Que te quiero gaseosa!
The ballad of la lata de gaseosa.
The wondrous lata's story
Starts en la fabrica.
En la fabrica the can es crear.
La lata es crear
By an assembly-line worker
Who has not had a pausa
En doce horas.
El trabajador molds you, lata, and shapes you
Until you are acceptable to society.
When he is done with you,
You go to another assembly line.
This line es muy importante,
Porque this is the time
When you meet your betrothed.
Gaseosa, do you take this lata
To be your lawfully-wedded wife?
Lata, do you take this gaseosa
To be your lawfully-wedded husband?
We do.
5.98
Song of the Piano
I celebrate music,
And what I play you will play,
for every note belonging to me
Belongs to you.
I play and invite the notes,
I trill and scale at my ease,
Enjoying a note's solid, true tone.
Pianos are full of strings,
The vibrations full of sound.
I absorb the sound myself,
And breathe it and love it,
The vibrations would hypnotize me,
But I will not let it.
The atmosphere is not a vibration,
It has no trace of the hypnotization,
It is unsounding,
In my ears forever,
I am in love with it,
I will go to the piano bench,
And become crazy and insane,
I need the piano to sing to me.
The heat of my own head,
Hair stuck to the back of my neck,
Fingers slipping off the keys.
My finger muscles working,
The pounding of the keys.
I will show you my secret,
But the music comes from your own soul.
5.98
And what I play you will play,
for every note belonging to me
Belongs to you.
I play and invite the notes,
I trill and scale at my ease,
Enjoying a note's solid, true tone.
Pianos are full of strings,
The vibrations full of sound.
I absorb the sound myself,
And breathe it and love it,
The vibrations would hypnotize me,
But I will not let it.
The atmosphere is not a vibration,
It has no trace of the hypnotization,
It is unsounding,
In my ears forever,
I am in love with it,
I will go to the piano bench,
And become crazy and insane,
I need the piano to sing to me.
The heat of my own head,
Hair stuck to the back of my neck,
Fingers slipping off the keys.
My finger muscles working,
The pounding of the keys.
I will show you my secret,
But the music comes from your own soul.
5.98
So Sorry
oh
i am sorry
you didn't
want
that last piece
did you
no
i am sure
you did not
forgive me
it was
the best piece
5.98
i am sorry
you didn't
want
that last piece
did you
no
i am sure
you did not
forgive me
it was
the best piece
5.98
SOB
Just as the river takes its ride,
and tumbles on toward free,
Emotions bottled up inside
fall out for all to see.
First the river starts subtly and slowly
and shallow, not deep at all,
As sadness and anger combine lowly,
make you feel you're going to fall.
A swirling, whirling all around me,
the pressure is heightening,
I feel the pounding of its creed
the grip on my heart is tightening.
The journey is beginning,
the river takes its first step.
The strength of my guard is thinning,
I want to give in, I know I'm not winning.
Now I hear the rapids just around the bend,
my heart begins to heave.
I know we're not near the end,
across my face tears dance their weave.
As the water begins to crash,
and churn faster and faster,
My emotions start to thrash.
I offer my pain to the Master.
The thrashing has ceased,
and all is peaceful.
All is right within me,
my only feeling is thankful.
5.98
and tumbles on toward free,
Emotions bottled up inside
fall out for all to see.
First the river starts subtly and slowly
and shallow, not deep at all,
As sadness and anger combine lowly,
make you feel you're going to fall.
A swirling, whirling all around me,
the pressure is heightening,
I feel the pounding of its creed
the grip on my heart is tightening.
The journey is beginning,
the river takes its first step.
The strength of my guard is thinning,
I want to give in, I know I'm not winning.
Now I hear the rapids just around the bend,
my heart begins to heave.
I know we're not near the end,
across my face tears dance their weave.
As the water begins to crash,
and churn faster and faster,
My emotions start to thrash.
I offer my pain to the Master.
The thrashing has ceased,
and all is peaceful.
All is right within me,
my only feeling is thankful.
5.98
Headwaters
Come unto these crystal waters,
And then take footing
Do not slip and fall--
The water slips and slides
Across the mossy stones
The gentle current
Invites me:
Whoosh, whoosh.
Listen, listen! I hear
The lapping of water on land
Come with me
let us take out little boat
And float peacefully
Across the smooth blue
Path through the woods
Which winds
Like a snake hissing:
Hiss, hiss.
It whispers:
follow, follow!
Listen, listen! I hear
The rumbling of the rapids
It warns us,
Away, away!
So come unto these crystal waters,
what larks we'll have!
5.98
And then take footing
Do not slip and fall--
The water slips and slides
Across the mossy stones
The gentle current
Invites me:
Whoosh, whoosh.
Listen, listen! I hear
The lapping of water on land
Come with me
let us take out little boat
And float peacefully
Across the smooth blue
Path through the woods
Which winds
Like a snake hissing:
Hiss, hiss.
It whispers:
follow, follow!
Listen, listen! I hear
The rumbling of the rapids
It warns us,
Away, away!
So come unto these crystal waters,
what larks we'll have!
5.98
Table of Contents
I write of the hardest things to write about
Of life and the frustration that comes with it
I write of friends and enemies
Of relationships of all kinds
I write of the changing of the seasons,
Of summer, spring, fall, and winter
I write of the changing of the world,
In all its "politically correct" glory
I write of days of youth,
Of the innocence and mischief
I write of adolescence,
Of the awkwardness and desired acceptance
I write of wars and senseless destruction,
Of governments picking childish fights
I write of Jesus, of a rebel, a misfit,
I ask, What would Jesus do?
I write of beauty on the inside,
Of how much it doesn't seem to matter
I write of beauty on the outside,
Of how it's everything to everyone
I write of hatred,
Of how it ruins the most beautiful face
I write of acceptance,
Of how it beautifies the ugliest face
I write of death,
Not the end of life but the beginning
I write of love of all kinds
Love is beauty.
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Of life and the frustration that comes with it
I write of friends and enemies
Of relationships of all kinds
I write of the changing of the seasons,
Of summer, spring, fall, and winter
I write of the changing of the world,
In all its "politically correct" glory
I write of days of youth,
Of the innocence and mischief
I write of adolescence,
Of the awkwardness and desired acceptance
I write of wars and senseless destruction,
Of governments picking childish fights
I write of Jesus, of a rebel, a misfit,
I ask, What would Jesus do?
I write of beauty on the inside,
Of how much it doesn't seem to matter
I write of beauty on the outside,
Of how it's everything to everyone
I write of hatred,
Of how it ruins the most beautiful face
I write of acceptance,
Of how it beautifies the ugliest face
I write of death,
Not the end of life but the beginning
I write of love of all kinds
Love is beauty.
5.98
The Flamingo
Flamingo! Flamingo! pink standing
In the boggy swamps of the Everglades,
What tacky plastic decoy
Could replicate thy single-legged wonder?
In what factory assembly line
Made the color of thy feathered coat?
From what station wagon hath he come?
How dare he seize the image of thy beauty?
And what rough gloved hand
Could mold the plastic of thine body?
And when thine form began to take shape,
What hand drives into what yard?
Flamingo! Flamingo! bright pink standing
In the boggy swamps of the Everglades,
What tacky plastic decoy
Dare replicate thy single-legged wonder?
5.98
In the boggy swamps of the Everglades,
What tacky plastic decoy
Could replicate thy single-legged wonder?
In what factory assembly line
Made the color of thy feathered coat?
From what station wagon hath he come?
How dare he seize the image of thy beauty?
And what rough gloved hand
Could mold the plastic of thine body?
And when thine form began to take shape,
What hand drives into what yard?
Flamingo! Flamingo! bright pink standing
In the boggy swamps of the Everglades,
What tacky plastic decoy
Dare replicate thy single-legged wonder?
5.98
Watermelon
water cleanses
water bathes
water washes
water refreshes
universal solvent
an explosion of water
through my body
a pink explosion
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water bathes
water washes
water refreshes
universal solvent
an explosion of water
through my body
a pink explosion
8.98
Evergreen Lodge
breathe the air
crisp
pine-scented
sit in the mint-green chairs
gaze
in the direction
of good literature
or at least
a fun ride of prose
the clear water
cools the mind
soothes the soul
delicious place
my very soul
is wedded to it
8.98
crisp
pine-scented
sit in the mint-green chairs
gaze
in the direction
of good literature
or at least
a fun ride of prose
the clear water
cools the mind
soothes the soul
delicious place
my very soul
is wedded to it
8.98
NEED
I need this
I need the
blueness
the smoothness
the nearness
and the hereness
I need the dryness
the liquidness
I need it
I need the
darkness
the dreamness
I need the
sleepness
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I need the
blueness
the smoothness
the nearness
and the hereness
I need the dryness
the liquidness
I need it
I need the
darkness
the dreamness
I need the
sleepness
7.2.98
GAY
it used to be
another word for
happy
now it is a swearword
not to be said
What Happened?
every one
is a
good one
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another word for
happy
now it is a swearword
not to be said
What Happened?
every one
is a
good one
7.2.98
LUST
do you want me
can you see
sing
ask
teach
love
like
use
bruise
consume me, honey
consume the storm that is me
the storm that is my only song
I want your dirt
your skin
your song
yet you do not see
are not here
you are not here with me
I AM THROUGH WITH THIS LIE
I want to be through with you
but I am not
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can you see
sing
ask
teach
love
like
use
bruise
consume me, honey
consume the storm that is me
the storm that is my only song
I want your dirt
your skin
your song
yet you do not see
are not here
you are not here with me
I AM THROUGH WITH THIS LIE
I want to be through with you
but I am not
7.2.98
INFATUATION
the storm in my head
in my brain
can only be tamed by you
what a luscious moment
when you realize
that the flood of my soul
can only be stopped by you
this luscious moment
is making me sick
I'm tied up in knots
your bitterness pounds into my temples
my head aches
my heart aches
when I know the truth
I know you won't love me
you're a jerk a creep an asshole
so why the fuck
do I still want you
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in my brain
can only be tamed by you
what a luscious moment
when you realize
that the flood of my soul
can only be stopped by you
this luscious moment
is making me sick
I'm tied up in knots
your bitterness pounds into my temples
my head aches
my heart aches
when I know the truth
I know you won't love me
you're a jerk a creep an asshole
so why the fuck
do I still want you
5.98
Candle
As the flame dances
never stops
fades to oblivion
still dancing
doesn't care
doesn't worry
dancing furiously
dancing joyously
fades to oblivion
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never stops
fades to oblivion
still dancing
doesn't care
doesn't worry
dancing furiously
dancing joyously
fades to oblivion
5.13.98
Beauty
This is what I am
who are you to say it's wrong
who said
who wrote the fucking rules
who wrote what's ugly
what's beautiful
what's cool
what matters
who are you to judge
what I say
what I feel
what I am
only God can judge
only God can judge
criticism is such an ugly feature
it ruins the most beautiful face
hatred can kill a soul
even in the most beautiful body
acceptance beautifies
the ugliest face
love your enemies
as your friends
this also applies
to the geeky pimply creepy girl
who wants to be your friend
wants to have a friend
be that friend
Love is Beauty.
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who are you to say it's wrong
who said
who wrote the fucking rules
who wrote what's ugly
what's beautiful
what's cool
what matters
who are you to judge
what I say
what I feel
what I am
only God can judge
only God can judge
criticism is such an ugly feature
it ruins the most beautiful face
hatred can kill a soul
even in the most beautiful body
acceptance beautifies
the ugliest face
love your enemies
as your friends
this also applies
to the geeky pimply creepy girl
who wants to be your friend
wants to have a friend
be that friend
Love is Beauty.
1.98
Untitled
They are swirling and hurling
all around me
as the clock ticks by
through eternity
The spirits of the future
the ghosts of the past
are holding holding
holding steadfast
They need something concrete
they need something real
terrified petrified horrified I feel
I feel I feel
I feel very scared
don't want them to see me
don't want to be bared
So I try to hide
but they are everywhere
they are everywhere
3.97
all around me
as the clock ticks by
through eternity
The spirits of the future
the ghosts of the past
are holding holding
holding steadfast
They need something concrete
they need something real
terrified petrified horrified I feel
I feel I feel
I feel very scared
don't want them to see me
don't want to be bared
So I try to hide
but they are everywhere
they are everywhere
3.97
SLEEP
Eyes can't sleep
brain can't rest
I am certainly
not trying my best
I try to lay
I try to sleep
Buy my mind
I want to keep
4.97
brain can't rest
I am certainly
not trying my best
I try to lay
I try to sleep
Buy my mind
I want to keep
4.97
Thank You
Thank you Lord
for giving me strength
To keep on going
At the longest length
Thank you Christ
for all you do
You guide me
Through and through and through
Thank you God
For giving me life
I love you forever
In health and in strife
Thank you Father
For loving me all the while
Thank you, Thank you
For having me as your child
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for giving me strength
To keep on going
At the longest length
Thank you Christ
for all you do
You guide me
Through and through and through
Thank you God
For giving me life
I love you forever
In health and in strife
Thank you Father
For loving me all the while
Thank you, Thank you
For having me as your child
5.1.97
Heaven On Earth
standing in solitude
eyes closed relaxed shut
breathe in through nostrils
smell the heart of the town
fishy yet crisp and so clean
imagine swimming seaweed
grainy sand rocks cutting scratching feet
can't see under too much junk
ducks swim ten feet away
not bothered by me not afraid
it is good for I could never hurt
try as I do to get a closer look
turn backs streamline
feel breeze touching all parts of me
soothing mind body soul
cools neck slips in through shirtsleeves
tickling skin chills down back
no creases on forehead
sounds are many
gentle peaceful rustling
of leaves on trees
an eternal encore to the Almighty
perro never ceases to express
his loud mismo cry
to the disappointment of the neighborhood
everpresent gaggles and skeins
leave their mark of approval
on many a pier
laughing and chuckling all the way
lapping of water on
green grassy shore
backup for the soul
occasional motor reality check
needed once in a while
moon sister luna
hands down generously
onmipresent light
reflected of her Father
bright glints on water
straight line points to me
child of the Earth
squint eyes to look closer
sign of the cross
meant just for me
for everyone to see
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eyes closed relaxed shut
breathe in through nostrils
smell the heart of the town
fishy yet crisp and so clean
imagine swimming seaweed
grainy sand rocks cutting scratching feet
can't see under too much junk
ducks swim ten feet away
not bothered by me not afraid
it is good for I could never hurt
try as I do to get a closer look
turn backs streamline
feel breeze touching all parts of me
soothing mind body soul
cools neck slips in through shirtsleeves
tickling skin chills down back
no creases on forehead
sounds are many
gentle peaceful rustling
of leaves on trees
an eternal encore to the Almighty
perro never ceases to express
his loud mismo cry
to the disappointment of the neighborhood
everpresent gaggles and skeins
leave their mark of approval
on many a pier
laughing and chuckling all the way
lapping of water on
green grassy shore
backup for the soul
occasional motor reality check
needed once in a while
moon sister luna
hands down generously
onmipresent light
reflected of her Father
bright glints on water
straight line points to me
child of the Earth
squint eyes to look closer
sign of the cross
meant just for me
for everyone to see
9.4.98
Mound
I live in a small town
as far as towns go
nothing happens there
as far as the people know
the story of my life
is all patchwork and stitching
the fact that I'm a happy girl
is like a mosquito bite not worth itching
I've always tried to be different
whatever that means
I realize I'm not different
just not hemmed up at the seems
I want so bad to be sewn up
someone to actually care
too bad it's taken me so long
to realize no one's there
everyone paints a facade
of makeup on their soul
they all pretend to work for
the ultimate human goal
this is such a small town
everybody knows everyone
but what we don't know is
under every pillow there's a gun
some people's guns are their phrases
other guns are the sneers
but the biggest gun of all
is one that no one hears
we're all in little safe bubbles
like goldfish in a bowl
the only oxygen giving us life
is the harsh reality of the human soul
9.1.98
as far as towns go
nothing happens there
as far as the people know
the story of my life
is all patchwork and stitching
the fact that I'm a happy girl
is like a mosquito bite not worth itching
I've always tried to be different
whatever that means
I realize I'm not different
just not hemmed up at the seems
I want so bad to be sewn up
someone to actually care
too bad it's taken me so long
to realize no one's there
everyone paints a facade
of makeup on their soul
they all pretend to work for
the ultimate human goal
this is such a small town
everybody knows everyone
but what we don't know is
under every pillow there's a gun
some people's guns are their phrases
other guns are the sneers
but the biggest gun of all
is one that no one hears
we're all in little safe bubbles
like goldfish in a bowl
the only oxygen giving us life
is the harsh reality of the human soul
9.1.98
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