I finally got the rest of the copies of dreams and nightmares 81. The rest of the contributor copies go in the mail tomorrow and I have plenty for anybody else who wants one
Kahapon, may pinasok yung doktor sa ilong ko. Parang karayom na straw na nakakabit sa tube. Nung nakita ko yung nasa tube, natawa ako tapos naalala ko andun nanay ko kaya sabi ko nalang "Yaaaak." May slurp...Hanging its hanging garden in the air, Devilish leopard! Radiation turned it white And killed it in an hour. [Galing sa "Fever 103°" ni Sylvia Plath. Nagkaroon pala siya ng chronic sinusitis.]
Я живу… (На ‘ Halloween’) Я живу – больше мне и задаром не надо. Я живу – и мне незачем крылья из ваты… Мои друзья – моя натура: Первопроходцы из людей. Гоню нетрезвого Амура, Что прижимается...карнавала! Здесь я с вами не весь – Вам ведь этого мало… Я живу – и жалею бездомных собак, Бесконечно топчу ледяную траву… Я живу – просто так, ни за чем, но живу. Я живу… October 30, 2008
I haven't been well lately, so I haven't had much energy for either baking or cooking. However, I have had plenty of time for poetry. :) I don't know one damned butterfly from another my ignorance of the stars is formidable, also of dogs & ferns except that around my house one destroys the other When I reckon up my real ignorance, pal, I mumble "many returns"— next time it will be nature & Thoreau...
Oh noes! Who news. Although I'd love Paterson Joseph or John Simm. Although maybe John Simm should be kept for sexy villain roles . . . Paterson Joseph did the wonderful portrayal of the Marquis... Collected Poems, 1947-1980 finally arrived, so I can read Howl. :) 'who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war.'
Well, recently I’ve been realizing that a lot of people seem to think I right sad or “depressing” poetry. The truth is, thats the best type. Its the catagory I can open up in the most. It’s amazing how honesty can come out of poetry..once you start writing you can’t stop or come back. The feeling is in your head at the moment-and often doesn’t return hours later. Just by reading my poetry, you may...
There is a light… Shining in my life, with such clarity. So bright the shadows simply cease to be. Its warmth flows within my heart, inside my soul. Melding deep inside, making me whole. ...life… That makes every day a treasure to behold. More priceless to me, than any weight of gold. There is no greater gift, than that of a friend. My light, my song, my solace, now until the end.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw… You patch your clothing because you wouldn’t buy yourself anything new. That the portions on your plate were smaller than ours so that we would have enough...ever done was for us. That unselfishness has not gone un-noticed. Your strength lies in me, in my heart. As does your love, always. And that is what I’ve seen, heard, and learned…from you.
She died today. Of natural causes, so they say. As I talked to her futilely, trying to coax her into life. She gave up, decided to end her strife. I laid my head back and held in the tears. Her heart just...through sad yellow eyes. Her body showing the wear that new paint could not disguise. I blew her a kiss and wiped a tear from my cheek as she faded from view. That van meant more to me than anyone knew.
Like a drop of blood on a freshly pricked finger, I rose to the surface of reality. Wondering what I should cling to as the swirls of change overcame me. The night enveloped me like a lover as it suffocated...and life out there. Links are woven between illusion and what lies behind my stare. I look out of hollowed eyes into yours, look deep and you may see. This is but a mirage of who I long to be.
