Death of the Crystalline (6/16/10)

Those cruel and selfish men
In their race for all the profit
They've killed my crystalline dream
The place where I felt content
Safely ensconced in its blue womb
Will it be no more?
Creatures of the deep breathe black
Death is swift - so merciless-
Waves pulsing over crimson-stained sand
Apocalyptic imaginings

Of Those Friends Loved and Lost (6/16/10)

I have loved so deeply, my heart singing at mere mention of a name
Each one entered in a brilliant firestorm
Throwing open doors I never knew existed
Teacher and student, they gave to me parts of myself from long
before I had a name
They cast me out, hands pushing me far away, leaving purple bruises
The harder they pushed, the harder my heart held on, because my eyes
Could see the glory of their souls
Beyond the lies, beyond the well-crafted plots,
Beyond the carefully premeditated exits, I saw Them.
And they saw me.
But still chose an End.

My California (6/16/10)

Where emerald palms do sway
And stone steps stand so gallantly
A part of me waits for her
A sea full of whispers
She carries my secret prayers
It was long ago when I floated
Through this land of smoke and mirror
It was never the intoxication of wealth and fame
That drew me here
But the sensation of a dream fulfilled
A fragrant promise that I would find
My deepest soul and forever be at peace

Fourteen (6/16/10)

I lived inside a pen in those times
Writing my life away as I teetered
On the precipice of Woman
My eyes weren't haunted yet
And the only pain I knew revolved around a crush and a broken heart
Soft plaid swishing around my legs
I could still skip and spin in circles
And the circles were still circles
And I knew the sky was blue
The sun was still yellow and I believed
That a man in a distant white palace would protect me and my family
Time still had meaning
Wasn't simply an illusion born of necessity
I lived by my class schedule and because grown-ups said
Two and Two were four it was still true, too
Fourteen was mine alone
Owned by this special but gawky adolescent whose tiny face
Was smothered by glass
It was a time for learning how to be a person and how to fight back
I was still free then
My mind belonged only to me and the Father who lived in the Ancient Book
Fourteen was a miracle of being
Real yet empty
Waiting for the canvas to be filled by dark projections
Created by my ghosts

Waking Up In Marjorie (6/20/10) - From a Dream

There was something different about her
A smile in her eyes
And a laugh in her scimitar mouth
In the way she held her fork
Poised and beautifully sure
I watched - possessive and protective - a stranger
She was breathtaking
Her perfect lunar curve
And luminescent skin
She was harmony and built for sin
And sacrament
I asked her, "Leave with me" this time when I saw her
She glowed like an apparition
While summoning the waiter,
"Water with lemon please"
Off he ran, minion to serve his Queen
She drank the drink like a dying solider in the desert
"I'm sorry I got so hot" she said to me
She drowned me in those burning eyes
And kissed me with that scimitar mouth
Later we came together as one
A sweetness I could not describe- it could not last-
A power that weakens me even now
Satin limbs pretzeled together slickly
She was a place I can't forget
Waking up in Marjorie

Small Happy Surprise

Today I discovered that one of my poems I submitted to a local holistic newsletter was chosen for the June issue. What a nice little pick-me-up! Sometimes the universe smiles on us a little. THANKS FOR THE BLESSING!

On the Oil Spill - Poem 6/5/10

The Earth-Mother cries, forlorn and unheeded
As her waters turn crimson with hate
Creatures almost too infinitesimal to be real
snuffed out like a candle

In the blackness there is poision
The vitriol of deepest greed
It goes beyond simple defacement

Murder of the cerulean harmony