A Bleeding Heart
The bleeding heart is very delicate light like feathers, or horsehair. Open, like the ballet dancer’s limbs. Leaves, flat and quivering like pale skin, veins visible. Long, smooth branches soft, yet to be broken would be crisp, like a grape. The flowerbuds hang like a gentleman’s arm with a scarf up his sleeve. Through silk slit, an offering of color so pink. Like sun...
Envy, a muse.
Oh! To be a bird! How cliche are these words? Alas! But I mean it! To drag my big fat bird belly as I’ve seen it! Against bark, and through air then puff up, and declare, A song, clear and true! That is just what I’d like to do.
one day this all will change / treat people the same / stop with the violence / down with the hate / one day we’ll all be free / and proud to be / under the same sun / singing songs of freedom. -matisyahu. Happy International Day of PEACE!!! paz! pace! le paix! 平和! salaam!!!!!!!!!
One Day at Kingsland Bay, of many.
swish swish swish the sound of my trousers, as I march through a dying wood. the water looks like electricity and the clouds, are a front-row seat to someone’s suicide. a blue heron! prehistoric, regal. she lands on a bare branch high way above the water. TURN UP THE COLOR TURN UP THE VOLUME the modern world is GALLOPING plunging forth and nature, lingers, everlasting. 22 June 2006
Journal Entry: 8 July 2011
Someday I hope to hear a Hafiz, one who knows the Qu’ran by heart, recite the sacred text. I would like to reward myself with the sounds of Allah (God), of whom I am not and never have been sure of. But I have many miles to go before then. I have to earn it.
play, more than piety more than charity or vigilance is what allows human beings to transcend evil. -Tom Robbins, (Jitterbug Perfume)
the lil' one.
to me, you are a solitary birch tree. you stand alone, proud and straight and still. the birch tree, despite it’s magnificence is only becoming more rare.