Archive | September, 2010

writing in university (25 Sept 2010)

26 Sep

I wrote a poem
it held a big idea in it
and it presented itself
en mas, an image

visceral in essence
and complicated in words
and when I put a pen to it
it landed at my feet

way too quickly
with intuitive leaps
larger than my mental canyon
and even though I thought

I could guide it
– and others to it –
it ran too far ahead of me
and the words I needed to use

to explore the vast terrain
of empathy
  not pity
fell over flat and contradictory

though the pen tried all the same
and those who listened with their hearts
said how beautiful, and those who listened
with their mind said you lost me

how did we come (14 Sept 2010)

22 Sep

How did we come to water,
or water come to us…
because we needed to drink, yes
but it’s drawn out like emotions, teased
into existence, because
we had to master survival,
like there’s a rhythm for us to learn.

How did we come by air,
because it’s invisible to us really
so innate, intrinsic, inherent
and yet at one point, someone said
we breath… Air. And now
we think and think
and think, like we deserve it.

How did we respond to earth
as something under us,
or in our way, or to be climbed over.
How did we skip over the grace
of our earth in a few short decades,
and not see every variation
as part of our survival.

How did we learn about fire,
watching it burst into heat
and light and roar with total
indifference, and somehow we kept
a little parcel of this sacred,
held by sacred people
to light the way.

versions of us (14 Sept 2010)

22 Sep

I want   to re    connect
again so that we

can know the happy
versions of us

and hang out with the happy
versions of each other

and have fun with the happy
versions

  we have created

an idea (30 Aug 2010)

8 Sep

if I hold an idea of you
that is not becoming
then the kindest thing
is to hold no idea of you

be kind (30 Aug 2010)

8 Sep

amazing how righteous indignation
  or anger or sulking
   or brooding
can play host to such
   permanence

he, you, they, them, all of the
thems so persistently
  consistently
   convincingly
proving my mind right | proving my mind right

like I can wear a badge
saying see! I told you
so, I harden the evidence
   overwhelming
in support of me

and so, if I want to see the
  impermanence, of my moods
of theirs, in relation to that,
I actually need to ask
for an entirely new scene

where boxes and paths and
  well trodden tracks
   don’t yet exist
to illustrate
that the kindest thing

   is nothing fixed
  to an idea or mountain
or moll hill or even
to thinking I know him
or them or anyone

because that’s real
                    intimacy
it is the real dirty knowing
the unassumed recognition
an open bandwidth to be

                            free
and profoundly kind to my self
as a service to them
to be kind to them
                 as a service to me.

shame (30 Aug 2010)

8 Sep

dust kicked up
  is that where you look?
or do you see, despite the grit
in your eyes, the amorphous
being that makes you cry
         you know a glimpse
is all that’s needed of shame
it’s a drowning character
  of led weights
         if you’re willing
to name it and let it claw
at you for the second
it takes to find its name
and let too your ego scream
seriously let it wail
(just don’t defend)
         then, and only then
  the quality of shame dissolves
because it can only exist
  without a name
or any other close inspection
         it just can not hold itself
  without your consent
(which is always coveted
  and assumed)
so feel it pull away and
  let it pull away
(for a moment you will feel
         powerlessness)
damn yourself with tears
  in the process and
burst through like you are
following that concocted story
to its own end. Shame is a peculiar
death, because it never in fact
                             lived.

a graduation of flowers (30 Aug 2010)

8 Sep

it has been a very long time
since I looked at shame
and I suppose that’s why
I didn’t see it
  coming
in truth; shame always feels
like an ambush
rather than a graduation
of flowers

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