Friday, February 5, 2010

To admit (con't)

Before bed,
she painted her face
she wore her mask to bed
so no one would know her
                    in her dreams

She dreamt of painting
and dancing
Of speaking to Jesus
Of dating a woman
And writing
                the truth

All of these things
made her happy
As she slept

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Want

A wee look into my thought process...

Mar 24/09

In search of wisdom and contentment, I start yet another journal - this one dedicated to truth and lies, poems and prose - me.

I want

My father died still in want
It is spring and the land is wanting
what lies beneath
not wanting to be found

I want

In want to be larger than life
Yet want to shrink away into nothingness
In want of a child
In want of Love
To be Loved
To Love

I want

Janet Jarrell

Monday, January 11, 2010

To Admit

So, she paints her face white
Looks deep in the mirror
To see if there is
anything there

"Am I worthy?"
"I am afraid."

She blesses herself
To prove she is clean
Then drinks back the wine
and takes the bread
She finally admits
who she is

A mystery

Monday, December 14, 2009

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."

"Kiss me and you will see how important I am."

"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."

Sylvia Plath
(1932-10-27 – 1963-02-11)


So much like Sylvia, Iam. Iam. Iam.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Pinky Tuscadero

If everyone could be so confident and cool as Pinky Tuscadero, and snap their fingers, and be loved by Fonzi - well, true poetry is subjective...


Saturday, December 5, 2009

When Nietzsche Wept

This may not be a poem, but it is certainly poetic. I was quite moved when I saw this in When Nietzsche Wept and thus was compelled to share it with you here.

"We were friends and have become strangers to each other.
This is as it ought to be.
We do not want either to conceal or obscure the fact
as if we had to be ashamed of it.
We are two ships,
each of which has its goal and its course.
And finally, Dr. Breuer, we have to become strangers to one another,
because it's the law to which we are subject."

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Success

"Success is liking yourself,
liking what you do, and
liking how you do it. "


Maya Angelou
US author & poet (1928 - )