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Live outside the boundary Unorthodox, innovative, avant garde Marginal, maybe, now Hair that frames the face, covers the eyes, Sweep it back. Lose your balance hovering on the line. Re-bend the wires to make and shape your own life Disrupt the p a t t e r n Disconnect, let the battery die Explode - acid everywhere Find, redefine, limits Question your own authority Silence for days at a time Lost in the universe of your mind Find abundance in poverty In faith that you are safe Untied, not understood We need not comply with context Unbind from the spine and rewrite Manifestation of pure potentiality Threads left loose, twisted Shake with the hips To the deep beating Of truth in your heart.
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Time slips through my Fingers strumming a broken String tangled up in Knots bulging out of her Back in the day when life was Easy does it, sweetheart, just Relax the curls by applying Heat rises up in waves from the Pavement imprinted by tiny Feet buried deep in the Sand bags holding back Water falling from the Sky-colored dresses on Bodies in a single-file Line their pockets with Money isn't everything. She pressed 'play,' and the world went around and around - it was a dancer; an astronaut in her inner space; a creature of the sea, tentacles outstretched for a strange embrace.
She moved her legs, and she jumped up and down, up and down - she was a surfer on the moon's face; skipping along the squares of a checkerboard, all gray; twirling up soppy, green strands of overcooked spaghetti. She made paint, splattered color on the walls and the sky and the ground - nothing sat in boxes anymore; all the walls transformed to doors; she dove into tunnels where there used to be hardwood floors. She stretched her limbs out in a million new directions, tied them loop-de-loop, like twine - she shot herself like a bungee ball, watched her body unwind; fell to rainbows in the kitchen sink; swung down the drain on a jungle vine. She washed away, candy crusted solid on the horses nose - she fed the leprechauns lemon-flavored holly-pops; danced in the Christpatrick's Day alien parade; a universe of colors inversed, bleeding down the staircase of her mind. She pressed 'play,' and the rubber-boned queen erased the outlines. I could be anywhere, this
reflection of me staring back from the blacks of your eyes, same gray sky, fuzzy against the edges of your new life. Street sounds fading in the background of that face -- eyes closed, sleeping on a mountainside single bed, dripping sweat, middle of the night twenty-hour bus ride, chair reclined. We've been everywhere, incidentally, accidentally, by chance: that thing that we had, before it slipped through our hands. The way you held mine, I remember the first time on the dark blue streets of somewhere with blurred lines -- we could be anywhere. But we stand, incidentally, accidentally, by chance on the street right here staring at the fragments of a phantom romance. Sweet Release
Finger by Finger by Fist -- Let it go. White knuckles Flushed with blood. Bit by Bit by All of it -- Release. Constricted being Set free. Beat by Beat by Symphony -- Let it sing. Deaf ears Open to music beneath. Drip by Drop by Deluge -- Let it flow. Desert soul Swells to an ocean. Wave by Wave by Rising tide -- Ride, child, ride. Silent stillness Gives way to life. Welcome to poetry month! I've challenged myself to write a poem a day and will post them here. Below are days 1-3, definitely influenced by time, space and my constant movement through them. Join in if you dare! It's fun, I swear :)
April 1 - The Enormity of It 'What's your favorite part?' The enormity of it... Can't be surmised Without eyes, ears, feet and nose On the pulse of it, Without tasting every molecule With one's own tongue. The lines have been blurred Between expected responses: Countries, cities, streets. The enormity of it... When you step outside. The breath it steals As it shrinks down To home size - Where you've laughed and loved, Laid your head down and cried, Where you've found yourself And what it means to be alive. Up, not always up.
I, like the sky, Have fallen. Your smile, too, Is impermanent, Your cartoon outlines Melting, sliding down The long walls of The bottomless pool Of human emotion. Just like that -- splash Bathed in humanity. See my arms outstretched, Even when they're not, Even when you're far away. I too have swum In the depths of that pool But I did not drown. For I could see Your arms outstretched Even in the darkness. Find the fire --
The flickering of life In the pit of your gut; And even though it will Burn the dry, dead earth Beneath your feet, Fan the flames -- Watch them clear the way For the emergence of New life out of ashes. Withstand the heat against Your face and Feel as — drip, drip -- Stagnancy and Years-old pain Melt away. Water with sweat, With tears of submission, A garden, a field, a forest Born of your potential Of your faith Of your courage to say: Yes, I am driven And Yes, I am the driver And Yes, I will live A life that honors The divinity in me, That reignites the embers Of exploding stars That have propelled me Into my very existence. |
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