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Thursday, January 27, 2005

"Lost"

Maybe sometimes I try too hard.

I see the gears turning

in your head

and through your eyes.

Dark brown windopanes.

I assume it must be about me,

and how self-centered.

You make me feel like

I'll never be good enough

and that my acts

are merely a pantomime

You can't make me feel

Only I can make me feel

and right now I don't feel like feeling.

Long songs

that you wish had ended

years ago, but silently hoping

it keeps going

discordant and out of rhythm

it started with violins and cellos,

and disolved into insipid

techno beats.

Am I stupid for

believing in me?

I thought you did.

But is that what you really think?

Do I remind you too much of you

and you don't like what you see?

Maybe I challenge you too much

Too strong, too fast, better and better.

Screaming from the pulpit

of a church with glorious acoustics

I crucified myself

for your attention. Affection.

I could never and would

not ever bleed

from my wrists or palms

to fill your empty heart

again

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Thursday, January 06, 2005

Last night

with my head on my pillow

my body slowly floated

away.

I gamboled in the luminous

field of the moon.

Which looked to me like

A wheel that continues turning

and its beams, a walkway

that drew me forward

Enveloped by

the radiant orb’s glow

my skin became

a silvery blue, fit for

that celestial promenade

My hair grew longer and white,

undulating

with each step forward

I felt warmth cascading

downward

as the stars came closer

and became a vivid field

of wildflowers

popping and spraying

reds, oranges, and all

those delightful colors that

Make me think of ice cream

as a child

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Sunday, January 02, 2005

You always thought

you were a model in the making.

Notice me,

because you were never noticed,

never had their love,

felt warmth from their hands

or in their gaze.

Your last good thought

was that you might soon be found.

But you always find yourself

in the company of those who

look down at you,

don't appreciate or respect you.

It's your pattern.

And this last time was the worst.

Your lack of self-regard

finally did you in.

Now the sores

are outside as well

as in.

Most models walk with

heads held high,

not downturned and shoulders hunched.

What a shattered icon

you would be.

No graceful processions

or sweeping exits.

Make the most

of what you still have

and find those who see you

as their equal.

You will have a better go

if you strut the way you used

to strut

and model how you wanted to

After all,

in four-inch heels

everyone will see you

eye to eye.

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Friday, December 17, 2004

I live in a world

of Yellow and Violet

Indigos and White

on a Gold minaret.

The challenge I face

while still standing tall,

withstanding the vertigo

while I try not to fall.

I create no precipice

I will walk a fine line

Blues and Greens swirl around me,

trying hard to confine.

I smile in wonder

"What will they think. Do I dare?"

As I take my first step

into crystal clear, clean blue air.

Content with my choices,

knowing best all along.

I know they all love me.

Must have faith, must be strong.

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Thursday, December 16, 2004

I hear your words, Lyrically or visually

and curiously, I find my soul aflame

with the beauty of the beat

and the rhythm of my breath.

To no avail, I taste the tome

lick my lips to savor the flavor

I feel the road running

beneath my rapid moving feet

I barely notice the sun,

Full of violet beams and yellow rays.

My eyes dilate to draw it in,

seeking a way to hold it all.

While you appear to appease

I slink and slide to twist the ties

Do I still worry you?

My moving hands aren't meant to harm

If there was a better way to be

I'd be, and dodge the stinging bee.

Be kind, be mean, be flawed,

as long as it goes fast

I mean to prove, not meant to lose

Is it to no avail?

Undercut my rapid moving feet

my lips and hips still move to the beat

I respect your slow movement

They stumble who run fast

But be aware, be wary

The sun doesn't set on you

Unless you choose

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