Tag Archives: bliss

“Find one with two legs, you deserve that.”

16 Nov

You seem to forget

I remind you

How to remember

What you long for

Desire, cherish, covet, seek

An elixir to cure

My voice

From your honey-crusted hide

Pulled drum stick taught/to beat my heart

Against your face/the facts

Are nearby/tomorrow

You may recall

How you never stood a

Chance/meeting up

Against my skin, moon, starry eyes

After midnight before

The croon, swoon

My lover, I made you/on one

Occasion/two different

memories

Three choices

The other guys never stood a chance.

From the left seat I can see that you were right

11 Nov

I reside in heavens

when we fly it’s very clear

the bigger organism we

are apart of/from up

here/now vision clouded

with/by ether, our lives below

the bible thumping belt, so rare

did you think I wasn’t looking when you quietly ordered

yourself back into submission from the menu

or was that for those to whom you say life is good like comfort food for breakfast

on saturday just before noon in our pajamas with the radio playing/the smell of grease

and gasoline in your hair, citrus on the wind

real maple syrup and bacon/your favorite

race on television. We did things

on that leather couch that would embarrass the children if they existed

we spooned entire days into a bowling ball bag

you won/lost, as if we had nothing

more important to do than touch each other until we did

or maybe we only manufactured that/you

came down from your mountain-top to pull me up

and I was so grateful I gave you things

to desire instead

of me/but when I called down to you from mine

you couldn’t hear me any more

than when I used to tell you

I had a dream

in the night/you reached

out for me from your

fear of light/sleepers

women pilots

weak people

distrust

and we would fly

blindly, madly

in love with passenger seats, advanced

stall warning recovery

whether predictions

down-shifting, flights planned

restricted/visual ceiling fan rules

taking precedence under the covers

your feet my pedals

clutching, crabbing

our forte

negative g-forced

free fall

Nuevos palabras/New words

29 Oct

Knowledge – the way I learned to spell this word is by remembering the phrase “know the ledge” which I always pictured in my mind as something to stand at the edge of gazing down or out depending on my mood.

Somehow, just knowing the ledge made it perfectly acceptable to be there. I often enjoy the view.

Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn’t be better for everyone involved if no one ever got to know too much about anything, especially the ledge.

conocimiento
knowledge, awareness, knowing, consciousness, familiarity, cognizance

Remember

27 Oct

Remember

Way back then

when I dipped my

big toe in the chocolate

fondue pot and it was all

feng shui in the house we built

around love but I got squirmy ‘cause

it felt too good like that day you tried to

eat it all the way home little piggy style so I got

us a school girl giggle with misspelling who loved cupcakes

even when the jump rope tied to your leg

rendered it inoperable, sooner or now and later

we were tired of wrestling as the floor arched

golden between 67 and 73 was about as high

as we could get before the cavities, after

shots shocked chock-full of cancer

or was it the twins who had

to come to my own conclusions

about whether or not we’d have

room for a view

if we said?

I do.

Tears and Smiles

24 Oct

When life seems to be a lot like the weather in a tropical rainforest – an abundance of sunlight, followed by a torrential rain – we can be grateful that just happens to be the ideal environment for growth.Finca Organica de Carla y Eduardo

Watermelon Seeds and Whales

17 Oct

At our current astral position

in orbit

around uncomfortable subjects

not to mention disobedient

don’t stomp a get worse on the snout

we centered ourselves, grounded the

teenagers, micro waved hello our pot

pies and sat down for being swallowed

blubber bellied blue light globules

in the splash zone between the living

room walls

’round n’ round we go

where the dying starts

nobody knows

it all looks the same from up here

some of us want out

some get spit out

all the rest’ll

be digested

monetarily momentarily

everything comes out again eventually

everyone knows it’s not about the destination

question is

will you take the large intestinal journey

or the intentional one

two

three

four

we don’t need no stinking doors

five

six

seven

eight

there’s no such thing as it’s too late

Mi pequeño ángel

Where have all the angels gone?

A man, a plan – Panama

14 Oct

Damn, if he doesn’t look just like you

He will

I left room in my life for someone

Like you

Planned your life

In spite of

Or despite

Someone like me

Maybe now that she sees

How happy you are

She will

Come back

In time

You might too

Eventually, someday, maybe

She might find

A man with a plan

Same as me

With a little cut-out in the shape of a heart

Just like hers

So she can close the book

Slide it back into the empty spot

Where it belongs

And be content

With someone

Just like

We planned

jardin botanica

aibohphobia n. The fear of palindromes.

Cuánto

10 Oct

How much can I miss you
Cuánto te extraño

no matter how the day goes
aunque no el dia se pase

I long for you each evening
te deseo cada noches

and every morning when I awake
y despierto todas las mañanas

my heart is full of you once more
reponer mi corazón con su fe

vista al lago

How deep is the night

El Ministerio – The Ministry

6 Oct
The poet

My first Spanish/English poem

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Mi amor

Entonar en harmonia

No hay sonidos

Pero una mirada

Un roze

Y yo se

Afinidad

Divinidad

Soy atraida

Hacia ti

Hacia nosotros

Tu cara tocando mi cara

Tus ojos me dan

Mi alma te recibe

My love

In harmony

There is no sound

But a look

A touch

And I know

Affinity

Divinity

I’m drawn to it

To you

To us

Your face touches my face

Your eyes give to me

My soul receives you

How to be Free

2 Oct

Come closer

I want to tell you a story

Shhhh….

Listen….

Can you hear me through the din

Within?

I want to tell you how easy it is

To be free

I want you to know
that loneliness is a myth

That happiness is your birthright

That your destiny

Is death

And that I am just like you

And you are just like me

And it’s just that easy

Close your eyes with me

For just a moment

Can you see clearly now?

I want to show you something

Very important

Look inside.

You already know everything

You need to know.

Just listen.

There is nothing you can say that hasn’t already been said. Nothing to write that isn’t already written.

Truth is only waiting to be proven.

Outside the infinite confines of your mind

A galaxy folds back the sheets

And crawls into a lintless bed

Shhhh… Listen.

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