first entry

2002-08-06T16:09:00.000-07:00

To the seven priests who were excommunicated by Mother Catholic Church

Mother?
How can you
dismiss your daughters?
Let only your sons
speak in your name,
work your 'good' deeds?
They are not you:
cradle for millions cherished
in your spiritual womb,
birthing us into the
one Body,
one Mind,
one Heart, of the Father.
Your sons are not midwives,
or mothers,
as you were mine,
and you have disowned me,
left me in the shadows
to carry out your message of new life,
without your love or blessing.
I will be a worthy child,
honor your memory,
be the best of mothers;
teach your daughters and sons to stand tall,
step into the Light,
be one with each other & one...with you.

2002-06-24T12:32:00.000-07:00

The principle of the thing

I saw dust bunnies
playing at the feet
of an
uncertain Heisenberg
today.
He picked one up,
reached for an
Occam's razor
tried to lopp off it's ears,
watched the red shift.....
Of course,
the rest of this
tail
is now censored.

2002-06-07T15:28:00.000-07:00

Kali

Kali-Ma
step smoothly
over the carnage of
used mortals.

Tread lightly,
lithely,
turn blood and bone
into the
Path of Glorious Chaos.

Cascades of wild hair,
signal confusion
Protruding tongue declares
"This is the end of all things."

Kali-Ma
Dance with me
at the end of time!
Free my soul
into the wheel of the great unknown.

01/09/98
reedit 06/06/02

2002-06-04T11:27:00.000-07:00

Communication
When you give up
yourself to my
eagerness,
do you secretly
anticipate
that I will
decipher your mysteries
from that genetic code
my body absorbs?
That your seal of
ownership
will appear
on my being?
I already know you.
And this moment
just a luscious bonus.

2002-05-31T08:31:00.000-07:00

Tramp or nun?
Both existing,
converging,
surfacing when needed.
Do you prefer my tramp-I-ness?
My days of youth
spent spread-eagled,
starry-eyes focused
on the ceiling,
looking for words of
awesome love,
my promise of heaven.
Or do you desire,
my nun-ness?
When I rose up
from the bed one day,
enrobed in black disappointment,
keeping secrets,
in love with my shame,
seeking exhaultation
in the name of that false god-
MODESTY.
Which one?
Ahh----that's the problem,
ponder it,
weigh it on scales of your mind.
Flip a coin!
Tails- Nun--
Heads- Tramp-
It's not so hard.
See-
You can have both.
But,
Can you catch the heart that binds them?
That's the real question!

2002-05-29T14:58:00.000-07:00

Calle Cauhtemoctzin

A dusty street
small, desolate town in the 30's,
he captured two Mexican roses,
blooming from a windowsill.
The left shone forward and brightly.
Petals dark, seductive.
Polished arms declaring strength,
resiliance and power.
The right rested further back,
serene, quietly majestic.
Shedding perfume.
Roses shed their petals to the wind.
In the immortality of silvered print,
They live on.
Beauty, lust, fragrant womanhood.
Perpetually fleeting,
yet forever theirs.

2002-05-29T14:50:00.000-07:00

f--k

We never had sex,
but you raped me.
your fist
burst into the well of my mind.
It tears.
It burns.
It scrapes my tender sides
and I bleed
all the goodness I have left.
A time-bomb,
you carefully constructed,
left for an age,
until one random night,
when I would truly be alone,
the deepest part of me broke the surface,
met you in the dark,
and this was your final gift.
Congratulations!
Your job is done.
I will take the shreds of my memory,
wrap up what is left of my heart,
and limp away with dignity.

2002-05-24T18:47:00.000-07:00

Humility # 2

My own strange beauty
is small comfort
against bars of resentment that
imprison me in a shallow niche
i built myself to hide
from your brassy good looks
your crown of self-entitlement,
upon that swelled head.
You are unaware of my discomfort,
not realizing, not caring
I am dimished in your presence.
Jealousy has whittled away at my pride,
leaving bare the dull surface of
fear & distress
I carry under shiny half-truths I have woven for myself.
However, it is not your fault,
even though my ego says otherwise,
A whispery mantra I try not to succumb to.
You are your own creation,
covered in glitz & painful smiles,
fearful of truthful vision that can strip you bare,
down to your scarred being.
Let us be at peace,
with and in ourselves
when we catch a glimpse of underneath,
smile in recognition of a shared bond.
MCL

2002-05-13T11:57:00.000-07:00

Poetry Whore

I suppose you'll only listen to me,
When I'm spouting poetry,
Striking me as very sad,
And all the while I get mad
At myself resorting to rhyme,
To beg a moment of your time.

2002-05-10T16:37:00.000-07:00

Ygdrasil

The spirit of the tree
planted herself inside my mind.
Her roots anchored themselves
deep in the fertile fields of my brain.
Her dark trunk,
armored in a gown of textured bark,
rose up to the light of my imagination.
Many ropy hands,
held aloft a luscious crown of
green eldritch leaves.
She spoke to me,
whispered to my soul,
"We are each other,
braving the blasts
from the Winds of Life,
the Sun of Judgement
beating on our back,
the Axe of Progress,
cutting back our growth.
We revel in the rain of innocence
from a child's laugh.
The seeds of passion,
sown in a lovers' embrace.
The quiet triumph in a moment of a
seeker's meditation.
We are the strength, the life
that runs deep in the hearts of men.
We are shelter in time of trouble,
the catalyst of joyous union.
We are birth and death,
life and love.
We are the beginning in the sapling of youth,
the end in the husk of a lightning-struck shell.
We are all these things, and always-
Eternally-at our best."
I heard all of this in a flash,
and in the breeze I heard my tree spirit
smile and laugh,
at my amazement and my acceptance
of her simple timeless wisdom.

2002-04-30T12:35:00.000-07:00

the existentialist
chases it's tail,
knows it's there
follows itself
back to itself.
meows
"my rear end,
is the end
and all there ever is."

2002-04-26T18:33:00.000-07:00

Brought to you by....

My memories
are borrowed
and technologically
enhanced.
A melancholy twists in me
when I look into the
cloud-filled skies,
watch them part,
and vision, in my head,
the beginnings of every
Simpson's episode,
half expecting,
the credits to roll.
I should be ashamed,
to have this happen to me,
when I am bearing witness,
in a moment
of creation.

2002-04-26T18:29:00.000-07:00

Blank page

BLANK PAGE-
In my mind
a wall is a
BLANK PAGE-
My pen a can
of paint to spray
across the surface of a
BLANK PAGE-
Loud, flowing script
that becomes words on a
BLANK PAGE-
Words that SCREAM,
SEER into your brain,
that, like mine, was
until this moment a
BLANK PAGE-
Mocking me
with emptiness,
to cast my feelings
across the desert of a
BLANK PAGE-
I have mastered myself,
created,
in the universe of a
BLANK PAGE-

This page is no longer blank.

2002-04-25T12:36:00.000-07:00

Privacy

The olive & tan stripes of a scarf
that covered her head,
brought into harmony,
her placid features,
the moon of her face,
the caramel orbs of her eyes.
My own lingered
on a bulge that protruded from her forehead.
It wasn't a laceration,
just an interruption,
in the landscape I was viewing.
My unabashed stare
caught her wandering gaze.
Her candy eyes hardened to stone,
as a pair of panicked hands,
readjusted to veil what I admired.

MCL

2002-04-18T15:50:00.000-07:00

To Liam II

I don't want to still be in love with you.
I'm not sure
If it's the ghostly drapes of old passions
Sweeping through the halls of my soul,
Or the emergence of
long-buried hope for a union with you.
Whatever it is,
Reserrection or Re-animation,
I don't want to go down that path,
Because it leads to nowhere fast.

2002-04-15T17:41:00.000-07:00

Heads or Tails
You may not like my plain-spoken-ness,
but you should be flattered,
that I would tell you the truth.
In truth,
I celebrate my self-respect.
In your lies, you entertain your cowardice.
Which one of us has it better?

2002-04-11T18:59:00.000-07:00

MS CLAIROL #96

When I was blond,
I was still a brunette.
And I felt like a knock-off spy,
playing a trick
on horny guys,
who didn't realize my blondness was
rooted in my head,
and not down below,
where my darker curls told a different story.
04/11/02

2002-04-09T12:41:00.000-07:00

I am done with haiku, now vignettes:

MTA Fashion Moment

I saw a girl
with text message gloves.
And I had to laugh,
because she had the silkiest thumbs,
and the eclate'
to pull it off....
Good for her!!!!

2002-03-29T12:39:00.000-08:00

your grapes are dying,
rotting on the skinny vine.
keep away from me.

2002-03-27T13:04:00.000-08:00

I invite you in
You take a well-aimed piss at
my sweet lush garden.

2002-03-23T11:54:00.000-08:00

You hold your tree up.
A mighty trunk, not to me.
A sapling in shade.

2002-02-28T13:03:00.000-08:00

This is the first in a series of failed relationship haikus. Enjoy:

Fearing my passion
You run away with the wind
I watch you shrivel.

Barberella8