All human beings should try to learn before they die
what they are running from, and to, and why.
-James Thurber
Friday, February 25, 2005
Monday, February 21, 2005
Bare
Turns out my good friend in the photo above can not bare herself. We agreed that she would be the only one at a blistering naked beach in a parka.
She would be Virginia Wolfe but instead spending her entire life looking for a pen.
She sees herself as the Wicked Witch; trying to careen people away with her disposition;her grumbling.
but instead she is the lion.
a sniffling
nose slapped
lion
Don't worry she wants me to do this. She wants me to call her out. She wants to expose herself; release her soul like thousands of other people, who have turned parts of themselves inside out on here, but she needs help. What she's written is only smoke and mirrors; it's the warm up act. Her tank is full and it needs to be emptied, we need to help her www.lorey.blogspot.com
She would be Virginia Wolfe but instead spending her entire life looking for a pen.
She sees herself as the Wicked Witch; trying to careen people away with her disposition;her grumbling.
but instead she is the lion.
a sniffling
nose slapped
lion
Don't worry she wants me to do this. She wants me to call her out. She wants to expose herself; release her soul like thousands of other people, who have turned parts of themselves inside out on here, but she needs help. What she's written is only smoke and mirrors; it's the warm up act. Her tank is full and it needs to be emptied, we need to help her www.lorey.blogspot.com
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
The little Sun
He is not in my lab
My veganism
My Charlotte Gilliam
My Aristotle, Tori Amos or Wynton.
Our divide is a river that is turning into a lake.
My lab,
the one I created against the grain, out of tears and loneliness
One that is free from self inflicted heart disease,
and literary ignorance.
One that is humorous, and envisions healthy relationships, rather than scalding ones.
He is not in my lab, but the worlds grey one,
and
its
soldiers-- are even the ones closes to me.
This lab fits into a snow globe found through irritation, contempt and deceit.
I wouldn't now how to explain.
My veganism
My Charlotte Gilliam
My Aristotle, Tori Amos or Wynton.
Our divide is a river that is turning into a lake.
My lab,
the one I created against the grain, out of tears and loneliness
One that is free from self inflicted heart disease,
and literary ignorance.
One that is humorous, and envisions healthy relationships, rather than scalding ones.
He is not in my lab, but the worlds grey one,
and
its
soldiers-- are even the ones closes to me.
This lab fits into a snow globe found through irritation, contempt and deceit.
I wouldn't now how to explain.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
What a dream...Definitely tell me more
I see us walking the streets of New York where we buy tons of magazines and sift through them one morning as we have breakfast I see your head on my chest and us talking for hours in a tub.
You know it so very interesting how you just stay in my mind, how I just desire you so. I just feel so connected to you, almost as if in our past lives we were something for each other, and our beings are overjoyed that we are communicating now. It drives me nuts sometimes. When I looked at your photo I just saw how utterly beautiful you are and how it pours through those fingers that rests on that sink. You are the culmination of what my lover is in this life and beyond.
and we have not touched.
I sometimes try to heavily question it; attack it in my mind, in my poems (some of which has shown up on my blog(2), strangers who have found it told me to embrace you* laughing) trying to best control myself I just can't believe how much I have sunk into you. How much I have fallen for you (the CD you sent with those seeds were something else for me) It can be overwhelming at times and I want to run from it; hide thinking it can't be real. I feel not worthy....I know I know I am drama filled. But I am so passionate and I am sorry for pouring too much of my sun on you, but it excites me.
In person I would be a little boy and probably say little....my writing is my refuge...sigh.
It's interesting how we have so much in our lives it is so perfectly place there so we can just be out of each others reach; enough to raise our temperatures. I've said this once before, that is why there is Virginia Wolf, Sylvia Plath Shakespeare and Picasso etc. this is where love Stories and heartbreaks come from; this adoration; this love.
Remember whatever you need I am there for you.
MER
I see us walking the streets of New York where we buy tons of magazines and sift through them one morning as we have breakfast I see your head on my chest and us talking for hours in a tub.
You know it so very interesting how you just stay in my mind, how I just desire you so. I just feel so connected to you, almost as if in our past lives we were something for each other, and our beings are overjoyed that we are communicating now. It drives me nuts sometimes. When I looked at your photo I just saw how utterly beautiful you are and how it pours through those fingers that rests on that sink. You are the culmination of what my lover is in this life and beyond.
and we have not touched.
I sometimes try to heavily question it; attack it in my mind, in my poems (some of which has shown up on my blog(2), strangers who have found it told me to embrace you* laughing) trying to best control myself I just can't believe how much I have sunk into you. How much I have fallen for you (the CD you sent with those seeds were something else for me) It can be overwhelming at times and I want to run from it; hide thinking it can't be real. I feel not worthy....I know I know I am drama filled. But I am so passionate and I am sorry for pouring too much of my sun on you, but it excites me.
In person I would be a little boy and probably say little....my writing is my refuge...sigh.
It's interesting how we have so much in our lives it is so perfectly place there so we can just be out of each others reach; enough to raise our temperatures. I've said this once before, that is why there is Virginia Wolf, Sylvia Plath Shakespeare and Picasso etc. this is where love Stories and heartbreaks come from; this adoration; this love.
Remember whatever you need I am there for you.
MER
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
My friends
In doses, my sun
turns thee engaged
to the unbridled.
My love
pours like paint-
-sticky and ruined.
It turns up the heat
It accelerates my cause
It expense's
all
of
my
magic
that you- also a magician-
has.
Only my death will render an apology.
turns thee engaged
to the unbridled.
My love
pours like paint-
-sticky and ruined.
It turns up the heat
It accelerates my cause
It expense's
all
of
my
magic
that you- also a magician-
has.
Only my death will render an apology.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Thursday, February 10, 2005
TIFFANY'S
My elaborate gift.
Sometimes I wonder did I steal
a future memory?
My gleeful rush to be savored.
Through her tears; her punching
sigh of joy, I feel my power.
She is a professional in many areas
but remains a novice
in the room that love doesn't fill.
Must I
-like her who remains coupled,
break in and paint it my way?
The thief of hearts
is first a thief.
Sometimes I wonder did I steal
a future memory?
My gleeful rush to be savored.
Through her tears; her punching
sigh of joy, I feel my power.
She is a professional in many areas
but remains a novice
in the room that love doesn't fill.
Must I
-like her who remains coupled,
break in and paint it my way?
The thief of hearts
is first a thief.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
ASH
Walking to work I see people painted with ash, but I still noticed that it's over furrowed brows.
Is it just like Lincoln's birthday, July 4th or picking up some coffee? How is the ash incorporated into my life? That's what I would be asking if I was wearing it.
I asked similar questions 7 years ago and eventually found out that there was no wizard behind the curtain.
Is it just like Lincoln's birthday, July 4th or picking up some coffee? How is the ash incorporated into my life? That's what I would be asking if I was wearing it.
I asked similar questions 7 years ago and eventually found out that there was no wizard behind the curtain.
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