tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76891117785946479682024-03-05T12:04:25.770-08:00Howling At The MoonPoems reclaimed in insanity.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-45538038236261970292012-12-18T16:56:00.001-08:002012-12-18T16:56:54.644-08:00No roof above the starsFour walled wonder<br />
Wondering wildly.<br />
How can the walls come down when they hold everything up<br />
Shelter is all around, and not over us yet<br />
Box life up, down: shut the lid<br />
Let the rain crumble concrete, mortar, mud and cardboard<br />
Bring it down, it holds nothing up<br />
No roof above the stars<br />
Our heads looking up.<br />
Tear at the plaster<br />
Scream as the doors are locked up.<br />
Below us a door mat saying welcome<br />
Steps leading up, stairs going nowhere<br />
Where did life go when the four walls walked out<br />
Standing up the wreaking ball that never came.<br />
And only waited for the roof to throw it self against time.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-20146822401986870472012-12-18T16:44:00.001-08:002012-12-18T16:44:29.881-08:00Heart of sandThis castle was built out of a heart full of sand<br />
This heart it was smashed in a cradle of glass<br />
This glass was a mirror into the world<br />
And the world in turn sent a tide of love and washed the castle away.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-31703681845681719872012-12-18T16:41:00.000-08:002012-12-18T16:41:34.607-08:00CourpseMy feet they are rusting<br />
My heart readjusting<br />
My eyes are opening<br />
My mind is hopeing<br />
My hands are holding<br />
My thoughts revolting<br />
My head is heavy<br />
My arms are tired<br />
My legs retireYesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-77352170290543360082012-12-18T16:38:00.002-08:002012-12-18T16:38:55.727-08:00SummerlandRain thunders down on dust dry hills<br />
Echoing, permeating<br />
Through my tin roof shack.<br />
Tall mule deer pose<br />
As the air becomes scented with static.<br />
Buds of only now green weeds turn skyward<br />
Like hungry parched mouths.<br />
<br />
Anticipating drought <br />
Creeks now flushed with water<br />
Race toward the Skaha Queen.<br />
<br />Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-27868802535914510362012-05-22T20:46:00.001-07:002012-05-22T20:46:12.813-07:00On the road againThe train blows and my heart goes right out that door..... <br />
It chugs just alittle to fast to catch, my heart that is.<br />
The sun is creeping at the lip of dawn<br />
I know it's time to move on<br />
West, windward<br />
<br />
Slip out to the left of the last star to the right, and straight on till morning<br />
This cinderella home turning into a pumpkin pack at the stroke of 6Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-16245778105728684672012-05-16T19:05:00.003-07:002012-05-16T19:05:41.756-07:00Wild LifeSinging with the crickets<br />
Hanging off the moon<br />
Grasping at star shine<br />
Sleeping in the noon<br />
<br />
Sun is shining darlin<br />
Creeping shadows pass<br />
Tides are rising honey<br />
And nothings meant to last<br />
<br />
Last until forever<br />
Through the dreaming of the night<br />
Though upon the day break<br />
Nightmares take their flight<br />
<br />
Coyotes a baying, lo hills<br />
Deer upon the lam<br />
How the circles spinning<br />
Carves this secret land<br />
<br />
South flys the gooses cackling<br />
Frost upon the wind<br />
Secrets of the future<br />
How it all will end<br />
<br />
Walk along my footsteps<br />
Take the path less trod<br />
Know your self is stronger<br />
Then some past written God<br />
<br />
Moon your face is changed<br />
Crone has come and gone<br />
Soon the elk departing<br />
Leave hoof prints in the dawnYesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-43170939778298913462012-05-14T20:04:00.000-07:002012-05-14T20:05:55.241-07:00After The WarThe bells toll from crumbling towers<br />
Almost too ruined to ring<br />
Rats roll in packs<br />
Pigeons pack in cloisters<br />
Hallowed halls with alabaster virgins.<br />
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They look on impassively <br />
The sins of sinners, strangers<br />
As the past mantras and hail Mary's<br />
Fade from tattered tapestries.<br />
<br />
The Candace of countless centuries<br />
Pass through high steeples<br />
Embodied monoliths in the wind.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-31244338668587405712012-03-08T17:14:00.003-08:002012-03-08T17:16:48.212-08:00Fuck Black Velvet<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Kitchen sitting</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Kitchen standing </div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Kitchen </span>pacing<span style="font-size: 100%;">, mind racing</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Bitching</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Pitching </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">More drinking tipping</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Twirling</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Hurling</div><div><span >Reaffirming<span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Fuck black velvet</div>Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-31531557579302383452011-06-27T14:23:00.000-07:002011-06-27T14:54:51.072-07:00Not giving up, just giving in.Something inside wanted to engage me,<br />Wanted to Enrage me<br />Throw peace aside.<br />Dancing ferries, being merry<br />Feels like ants crawling out from inside.<br /><br />So why leave the light, to seek out the fight<br />To break past wounds healed<br />Because under the light, things didn't heal right<br /> Something got left inside<br /><br /> Every healer knows<br />Whats left festers and grows<br />And as that monster grows<br />It rattles it's cage<br />So I gave up the light and stepped into that night<br />Not bothering to say goodbye<br /><br />So give up your happiness and give in to rage.<br />Tiny frame of bones your just a broken cage.<br />The monster was let loose it howls to the moon<br />I don't expect peace too soonYesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-50479326227440571002011-03-05T22:17:00.000-08:002011-03-05T22:35:36.810-08:00The dirty boy in my bed.You seemed like a scared little boy<br />Running from the monsters under your bed<br />I fooled myself saying you're to young for my bed<br /><br />But I was really missing with my own head<br />I said to myself I'm just lonely<br />And you have no where to go.<br /><br />So I gave you two pills to fight the monster<br />And a warm place to go<br />I brought you to my borrowed bed<br /><br />Only innocent intentions<br />So lay down your head and rest your weary eyes<br />While I tell my self some well worn tired lies<br /><br />How I was mistaken I truly felt something for you<br />So I buried it among the lost and forsaken<br />With the others that never grew<br />How could I be so foolish to think the monsters were only chasing youYesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-17266253229285717712011-01-01T11:56:00.000-08:002011-01-01T11:57:18.022-08:00isn't that how it goes... we leave strange small towns, with strange bugs in our bellies, saying there is not enough weird around here to eat. So we leave to find more kooky... and then we turn into strange creatures far from home... that lived inside us the whole time .Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-27113830214990040682010-06-15T14:39:00.000-07:002010-06-15T15:30:58.806-07:00mmmmmYour lips on my neck<br />As a purr slips down my throat<br />Over my breasts<br />Around the curve of my belly<br />And straight between my legs<br /><br />Your sweet breath tickles my ear<br />And my skin rises in thousand of points<br />Craving to meet your body<br />Goose flesh<br /><br />In your eyes I see I<br />Hoping that you<br />See you in I<br /><br />My heart drums in my chest<br />Shaking my ribs that ring like a xylophone<br />My clavicle becoming a triangle<br />Setting my hands in motion<br />Eager to my bodies symphony<br /><br />My body is rocking<br />A boat a float on mares tails<br />Your hands brush my thighs<br />And this little boat is starting to<br />Pitch, moan and groanYesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-54696287469968019502010-05-07T20:45:00.000-07:002010-05-07T20:57:34.582-07:00Shambles for the gambles I take for freedom.Alone tranquility continues until unwanted loneliness sets in<br />The laughter from the kitchen fills me with bitterness<br />Why is there no seat for me, how does my laughter not fit in.<br />Is it braying or to silent?<br />Moving on everyday with the notion that each day is somthing new<br />Is buried I understand the words impose and burden<br />Though I am only wishing for intergration<br />Sleeping in the pines to ease a lonely mind<br />Seems more and more welcoming<br />Only temporary, life in shambles for the gambles<br />I take for freedom.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-83886125199607574132010-04-02T13:53:00.000-07:002010-04-02T14:03:22.671-07:00The mythical significance of the past eludes me.<br />A fortune cookie tells me to see what I have in my hand.<br />The sun is shining, but I shun it's warmth as I think of yesterdays rain.<br />Why spend today crying about yesterdays rain when the sun is shining today?Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-70972735455818987832010-02-24T14:53:00.000-08:002010-02-24T15:11:25.241-08:00Old ghost (a group effort)A harmless silhouette<div>Passes at the back door,</div><div>Explaining in whispers</div><div>How they've been here before.</div><div><br /></div><div>Return of the ancients,</div><div>Bells of resting chime</div><div>Frozen forever in moments of time.</div><div>Rippling effect of ascended dive.</div><div><br /></div><div>Calling them back on a memories whim,</div><div>A vacant mind welcomes them in.</div><div>Hush now my darling everyone dies,</div><div>Free lonsome spirit from where your body lies.</div>Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-56613243344320507432010-02-24T14:36:00.000-08:002010-02-24T14:51:20.626-08:00truth of loveLove you bid me to purge my soul of all transgressions.<div>Look blindly to the future and knowingly fall.</div><div>Again and again I rebuke jadism and bitterness,</div><div>In favor of raw truth</div><div>Love and hate one in the same.</div><div>Rip the heart open or crush it</div><div>Pain is inevitable as life and death it self.</div>Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-2368733923864067432009-12-28T16:20:00.000-08:002009-12-28T16:28:55.678-08:00Rainbow information reiterationReiteration of a point of information,<br />Rainbow lyrical, of earthly miracles<br />Earthbound debauchery, soaking in misery<br />Introspection of the reiteration of the dedication to rainbow information.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;">[Rainbow Information]</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> : Information that isn't seen enough, sometimes it comes with a storm, but it is a brief moment when the clouds part and a way to understand why we have storms in the first place.</span>Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-68418574085231489222009-12-27T17:49:00.000-08:002009-12-27T18:19:49.179-08:00Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight.<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMrhiBwF4MU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMrhiBwF4MU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Around 2.30PM on Saturday, December 19, during a historic snowstorm, residents at the intersection of 14th and U Streets NW started throwing snowballs at passing Hummers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One of the cars pelted was driven by a plainclothes police officer identified only as Det. Baylor. Baylor got out of his car and brandished his gun at the crowd.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reason.tv's Dan Hayes was on the scene, capturing the tense c More..confrontation between police and citizens who chanted "Don't bring a gun to a snowball fight!"</span></span><br /><br /><br />Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight!<br />You know it's not justice, or a fair fight.<br />The children grew up and what do you know,<br />Their all out playing in three feet of snow.<br /><br />Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight!<br />We aren't brain washed we know our rights.<br />Whats your name we demand to know,<br />Your badge number is what you've got to show.<br /><br />Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight!<br />The situation gets heated and the crowd grows tight.<br />You say he's arrested but you don't know?<br />He didn't throw the snowball so let him go.<br /><br />Detective Bayler, can the situation ease?<br />Some one called cops on you, gun toting sleaze!<br />Snow hit your window I thought hummers were built for war,<br />Excessive force was used, and now your ready for more.<br /><br />Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight!<br />We will organize and know our rights.<br />This video is broadcast world wide<br />I hope that gun pointing makes you feel good inside.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-54909610242734553392009-12-26T15:55:00.001-08:002009-12-27T17:48:02.157-08:00Take arms with our shovels<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vanessamarie.net/uploaded_images/13th_full_thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://vanessamarie.net/uploaded_images/13th_full_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Every time I see a "lot"<br />I can't help but have one thought...<br />Community gardens, feeding the children<br />Children of society<br />Raised on chemicals.<br /><br />Homeless and traveling;<br />Grounded and aging.<br />All of the people<br />With room to work the land.<br /><br />Tear down the fences!<br />Lay waste to concrete!<br />Take arms with our shovels!<br />Take back our food security!<br /><br />Share with our neighbors, families and friends,<br />Make use of old wisdom, and the power that young bodies lend.<br />So while putting our hands to the earth, we take a stand.<br />Our food it will grow if we take care of the land.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-32379348815336725172009-12-14T14:55:00.000-08:002009-12-14T15:18:10.964-08:00Ally cat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.decoy.co.nz/photo/images/20070425205707_alley%20cat%20takamatsu%204626.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.decoy.co.nz/photo/images/20070425205707_alley%20cat%20takamatsu%204626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I didn't get this far without being who I am.<br />I walk a high fence line, even if I fall now and then.<br /><br />Because baby I'm an ally cat,<br />I'm no ones but my own,<br />The dumpster my gourmet<br />And the trash can my throne.<br /><br />You can't win me or buy me<br />I wouldn't gamble with that<br />Or seduce me with home comfort<br />I wouldn't go for that.<br />Because when the night falls, and you ask me to leave,<br />I'm already on my way and half down the street.<br /><br />When your and ally cat<br />Your no ones but your own<br />Starry sky your roof<br />And the open road your home.<br /><br />You call me in from the rain,<br />Promise me good things to take away the pain<br />But I've heard this all before and your promises are all the same.<br />Because when it comes to you<br />I'd rather go alone<br />I'm an ally cat and no ones but my own.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-33190160189437308192009-11-10T10:07:00.000-08:002009-11-10T10:31:25.187-08:00In my blissWords fall on alabaster shell.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Impenetrable</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">unacknowledged</span><br />Try to repeat these words, they fall short.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Intrinsic</span> etching fails.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ingrained</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">conditions</span> defeated,<br />Not in my dream<br /><br />You and I, we float <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">elliptical,</span> but not one<br />Fingers touch, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">circuit</span> not connected<br />Not completed<br /><br />My bliss exists <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">among</span> 1000 hells.<br />My bliss exists among 1000 heavens.<br />I am one in my bliss<br /><br />I will be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">impeccable</span> in my word.<br />I will speak only my own truth,<br />And for certain it is no other<br /><br />I will not eat the poison<br />Served on a silver platter<br />Nor serve it to you or I.<br /><br />Bliss in one.<br />Doubled, shared<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Inspiration</span> and impression.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Commutable</span>, mutable, osmosis.<br />You chose as I do.<br />In bliss<br />We resist<br />Nothing but our best.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-3510859384843668462009-11-06T18:24:00.000-08:002009-11-06T18:44:23.795-08:00Hello old friendHello, old friend:<br />I was searching for that tall dark and handsome<br />On every street corner.<br />In the squares, on the street, in the hallowed halls of knowledge<br />Where were we, where were you?<br /><br />I saw you dissapper around every corner<br />And step on every bus<br />Saw you face in window reflections<br />And if only I had been one step ahead I would have bumped into you.<br /><br />I am waiting, I am singing<br />I am welcoming you homeYesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-81686312146814675252009-10-30T00:31:00.000-07:002009-10-30T00:39:27.564-07:00canvas 25$Knocking on doors<br />Wondering if anyone cares<br />My umbrealla flipping and my mind going with it<br /><br />The rain mists my face<br />The clip board chained and anchored to my arm<br />Slam slam, waves against a ship<br />A belief system as small as a skiff<br /><br />No no no, I'm living beyond my means<br />Besides I don't really care<br />Don't bother coming back<br /><br />I care, isn't this an awful state of affairs<br />I will be there tell me when and where<br />Here have a glass of water and be off with youYesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-15086348049091032462009-09-27T23:11:00.000-07:002009-09-27T23:28:38.032-07:00Let me flow and go<br />And then we will be free.<br />If we are?<br />Then we were meant to be.<br /><br />Every song in my heart finds it's true place<br />Among the stars I wonder<br />As they floats into space<br /><br />If you will love me<br />No matter where I am<br />Look up to the sky and through the grains of sand<br />Each, like me a promise holds,<br />Of a future bright or a past so old.Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689111778594647968.post-4068724470044159462009-09-18T09:31:00.000-07:002009-09-18T10:08:13.789-07:00Indifference followed me home<br />And knocked upon my door<br />And rung the bell<br />So it did begin to yell<br />Love brushed past in a blur<br /><br />*Then walked right out the door*<br /><br />Two fold came the knocking,<br />And now I stood alone<br />I bit my tongue and faced alone the guest <br />I was avoiding<br /><br />A scene that was familiar<br />I asked indifference in for tea<br />Kir said it did not matter<br />I figured this would be<br /><br />......as such<br /><br />I thought I had an ally<br />but they suddenly had to go<br />It seems my allie became an enemy<br />And my friend became my foe<br /><br />Mediocrity unfolded<br />My heart began to bore<br /><br /><br />(I can't finish this because I am feeling unbearable indifference in the worst possible way.)Yesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698795760911313214noreply@blogger.com0