Blink--
and you might miss
the cheek that once you kissed.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
To #5
You took me in the light of spring
you broke me in the dim of fall
and now that I have learned to sing
you think that you can have it all.
you broke me in the dim of fall
and now that I have learned to sing
you think that you can have it all.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Piano keys
956.
Gold and shimmering--
I wept tears.
It was a human shape against a crystal sea
when the great light came over me.
957.
Not until the sun rises, warm and orange, gold and shimmering, over the crystal sea, can I see the darkness of the night before the dawn. I slept--was unaware--when the kingdom came.Silence crept into my vision. Shame bleed into cold. I drank the honey of the glamorous and became like the mud; heaving, hiding, hoarding--the silence--was I exposed--uncovered--unknown--a face in millions. I hid because I was naked.
Gold and shimmering--
I wept tears.
It was a human shape against a crystal sea
when the great light came over me.
957.
Not until the sun rises, warm and orange, gold and shimmering, over the crystal sea, can I see the darkness of the night before the dawn. I slept--was unaware--when the kingdom came.Silence crept into my vision. Shame bleed into cold. I drank the honey of the glamorous and became like the mud; heaving, hiding, hoarding--the silence--was I exposed--uncovered--unknown--a face in millions. I hid because I was naked.
Understand
Be close enough to me that
you can feel
the colors in my heart.
Be close enough to me that I can feel
the color inside you--
and understand.
you can feel
the colors in my heart.
Be close enough to me that I can feel
the color inside you--
and understand.
Stillness
Hush blue bird
flutter not your
sorrows--
ruffle not your
feather tresses--
for stillness is inherent in
the heart when trapped with patience.
Motion is a thing of earth--
not for one in flight.
flutter not your
sorrows--
ruffle not your
feather tresses--
for stillness is inherent in
the heart when trapped with patience.
Motion is a thing of earth--
not for one in flight.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Apocalypse Now
It is strange, but for some reason, the apocalypse keeps coming up in my life. I hear about it on the radio--a multitude of Christians who listen to JQ 99 believe that Christ is coming again, soon (not a unique disposition, as Christians have been expecting such a coming every generation since the crucifixion), movies are being made about it, but most creepishly--I've been having dreams about it.
The first one was steeped in the book of Revelations. I dreamed that the world was in chaos, and amid the blunder and bustle, a man was sacrilegiously handing out large portions of the sacred host. "Who wants more bread?" Crumbs were everywhere, and arrows seared past my face as assassins attempted to shoot down the Pope. I grasped at the arrows--catching them in mid air, and breaking them in half. Despite my best efforts, the Pope was brought down by a splintered piece.
A couple nights ago, I dreamed the earth was being wrecked by giant hurricanes and tornadoes and my family was forced to flee our home. We left in the van with only a couple of our possessions. Not long after, my parents vanished, and Erika, Ansel and I were forced to act as parents to our little brother, Weston, and a baby that I found. Hiding in the confines of an abandoned house, we shrunk before multiple explosions--staying away from shattering glass and falling dishes. We were exhausted with terror--then finally, after a cataclysmic explosion that pounded the earth to its very molten core, the terror dissipated--burned away like fog by daylight. We rose to the window and beheld a calm ocean where there had once been a highway, and across the ocean was the most beautiful castle I'd ever seen. High towers, silver stone walls, sparkling mist, and a moat of clear sea. In an instant, we blew over the water as feathers in a breath of wind, and clung inside the castle in perfect contentment and shining joy.
The first one was steeped in the book of Revelations. I dreamed that the world was in chaos, and amid the blunder and bustle, a man was sacrilegiously handing out large portions of the sacred host. "Who wants more bread?" Crumbs were everywhere, and arrows seared past my face as assassins attempted to shoot down the Pope. I grasped at the arrows--catching them in mid air, and breaking them in half. Despite my best efforts, the Pope was brought down by a splintered piece.
A couple nights ago, I dreamed the earth was being wrecked by giant hurricanes and tornadoes and my family was forced to flee our home. We left in the van with only a couple of our possessions. Not long after, my parents vanished, and Erika, Ansel and I were forced to act as parents to our little brother, Weston, and a baby that I found. Hiding in the confines of an abandoned house, we shrunk before multiple explosions--staying away from shattering glass and falling dishes. We were exhausted with terror--then finally, after a cataclysmic explosion that pounded the earth to its very molten core, the terror dissipated--burned away like fog by daylight. We rose to the window and beheld a calm ocean where there had once been a highway, and across the ocean was the most beautiful castle I'd ever seen. High towers, silver stone walls, sparkling mist, and a moat of clear sea. In an instant, we blew over the water as feathers in a breath of wind, and clung inside the castle in perfect contentment and shining joy.
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