Thursday, January 13, 2005

Across Wires and Wingsong

notoriety sits at the edge
of leather bound books and charm;
he belongs to the city.

the air swells as fertile lips speak across
wind's tapestry. i can feel him move
in steadybreath, pulling goosebumps
from my skin.

he says he is crazy, i think he must be wrong,
for it is i, who is high-strung
on the sound of the beep, who becomes restless
beneath concrete streets
and casual conversation.
somethings never change.

just me...


Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

Pablo Neruda

Why would anyone ever hurt another? I see it all the time - people doing for themselves, stepping on other's toes to get wherever they think might be Heaven.
People are strange.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

You Still Have All of Me

in winter i lie beside hills
of banked poetry, making angels,
still and cold.
the upsurge of sensual verse
and an endless love
follow me from sausalito
to the san francisco bay.

everywhere i go,
i am the city's lover. i celebrate
and rush towards her shores
with an awkward motion, each gust
an unspoken longing,
stirring within.

the seasons blur
and carry with them the scent
of sonoma wine that circles
high above the skyline.

i remain alive in here,
the sound of the ocean at dawn
captures me---
with the softness of a tear
that idles beneath my lid
and i will write each chapter
of my life beside her
as grapes bend over
the mountains,
fading into a falling sun.

In This Moment

Today was insane, but I won't go into details. Not now, perhaps later.


I pensieri gradiscono una riunione della tempesta-

RML - It's been a super long day...

"Occasional collisions unexpectedly encountered determine the direction of a lifetime."-Elias Canetti

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

New Year

Hey everyone,

I hope your new year was grand. I have been very sick as of late. I have an infection in a nerve beside my ear. Anyway, the holidays were great. I need to get back on track asap. planning a huge move and there is so much to do. I will write more later. Hugs. P.s., published in the beat! Ciao.


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