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by the annunciation of wonderful events,

i go thru life with idealistic and fated eyes

carrying within me the music of a lovely and tragic mythology.

my mouth utters an obscure prophesy

my mind invaded by the future

i am a strange one with half of me always in the spirit world

i cross bridges and touch tears

i enter secret longings and sooth an unsettled sleep

i hear you breathing everywhere

and i am there

warming your feet,

in the steam of your coffee

the sweat on your brow

the dirt in your fingernails the blood on your skirt

how many times will i go thru this gateway?

i chose again to stay

to come home to the smell of your scent on my pillow

i want to taste this world

to feel it to know it

to suffer it to love it

to make a valuable contribution to it

to have that sublime mood of eternity in me

as i live the life that comes

but i sometimes think

it was your face that made me want to stay.....

i wanted to make happy the bruised spirit of the women that would become

my dearest friends

where is the wine that will

take me to sweet abandon

i didn't taste it in our tears until

the sky unleashed a torrent

and we were once again

allonewater

and the pavement we fell on

i didn't taste it in our songs until

the music raged against the machine

and we took back

our drums and remembered our way

home

pass me the cup

to drink of you , of sisters and all

manifestations of

'this essence'

this abandon

that i find in the comfort of our dance

salut!

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The comfort is near

far from the moon

yet, tiptoe among the stars

and wash over us

lightness

pounding drums beat

like hearts of iron

steel, metal thrums

and, hide beaten

wonderful dance

spirit by heart

carried away with being

the flight is free

tears tasted

as beauty sees

and sing of All

who carry purity

Nene

xxxxxxxxxxxooooooooooooooo

we keep the memories and the records

we sing our mother's songs to our granchildren

we wail our sorrows in ancient harmonies

we sob,and weep with anguish when we lose a child

all of us, no matter where, even if we believe his spirit flies home

we are shattered, our human heart is broken

my heart is not my heart!!

i gave it away

to a little girl that finally ate

the food from my hand, grabbed my finger

and lived

and the hundreds of women that prepared food with me in the camps

as their villages burned

and the smoke was still

in our eyes

weeping with onions

and the dust of our loved ones in our mouths

our tears salted the aubergine

roasting

to the courage and tenacity of my people

my people that live in every face i treat

every hand i take in mine

to every need i was able to meet

i gave my heart

and felt the pulse

fusion

who's heart do i feel?

if my heart is your heart then i will feel you

you

are mine as breath

as it disolves

i shatter again

when your children run into my arms

when we cover their faces

when i am called away

when i long to be near

i will never forget

why we find each other here

to know the depth and power

of love like this

then shatter me again

and spill my blood with yours

that we will be mothers

against violence

and tell our stories and

write our herstory

and feed our children

life rather than greed

kindness rather than cruelty

respect rather than discrimination

forgiveness rather than revenge

inspiration rather than dogma

knowledge rather than marketed propaganda

social consciousness rather than racism

human rights rather than capitalism& politics [as we know them]

the joy of generosity

when our smiles greet

eyes remember

i am yours

Put it to some music.

not in spirit , where there is no time.

i circle the sun like shadow

my head becomes my feet.Covered with

existence, Queen, annihilated,

a walkingstick dragon, my blind mind

taps along it's cane of thought. Love

does no thinking. It waits with soul,

with me, weeping in this corner. We're

strangers here where we never hear

YES.

We must be from somewhere else

plant them on pages as a rambling bouquet

serve them as morsels in a rhapsodic buffet

our ravenous eyeballs could use the display

We hunger for lyrics of words that are rhymed

and rhythms that pulsate with a cadence well-timed

and punch-lines that appear as though they are primed

like the bells of Westminster the Buckingham's chimed

So write us a poem of joy or despair

or how you've perceived your latest affair

or the lover you dream of and hope to ensnare

or just write some nonsense with a colorful flair

Words are the playthings that poets adore

they arrange them in verses with melodic rapport

paving their way through the jungle of lore

with the dream of creating a loquacious dcor

So tickle your keyboard with thoughts from your mind

type out the words that will help us unwind

take us to places that have yet been defined

for you are the poet and you're one of a kind

abracadabra!

If you think you're too small to be effective, you've never been in the dark with a mosquito.

twilight swims across the

water grasping

the last fragments of light

in a blink of the eye

become electric

enter the night

swoooosh of tires across the cobblestone

has a different sound

childrens voices echo over the canal

bouncing around

the clatter of bicycles

a siren passes and the

tram bells ring

this is this moment here

i wonder if when i come back to these words

sitting in some wilderness

they will conjure back this abundance

so i can feed alll these children

how is it possible that i can have at my advantage

the ease and availability to acquire what ever i want

and just hours away as i sit here

literally millions of people are in the gravest of circumstances

in a poverty that should seriously shame any one of you reading this

as it does me.

i listen to my city

drink it deep into my eyes

because i remember

I'll dance with you!

mine can be pretty scary too...it's creative license doncha know!

c'mon ! lemme see whatcha got !

after ALL this time

the sun

NEVER

says to the earth

"you owe me"

LOOK ! what happens with a love like that!!!!!

it lights the whole world!!!!!!!

i am not what anyone could be looking for

chaos is the order of the day

the ruins of a wild fire that has not gone out

have quite alot to say

come near and i will make you warm

hold on and you will burn

there is nothing left familiar here

and i do not want to harm

take heed and hear me

my madness won't be tamed

i am a woman for every season

and one that wont be named

100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it

would look something like the following:

There would be:

57 Asians

21 Europeans

14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south

8 Africans

52 would be female

48 would be male

70 would be non-white

30 would be white

70 would be non-Christian

30 would be Christian

89 would be heterosexual

11 would be homosexual

6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all 6 would be from the United States.

80 would live in substandard housing

70 would be unable to read

50 would suffer from malnutrition

1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth

1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education

1 would own a computer

When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent.

The following is also something to ponder...

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness...you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ..you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death...you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.

If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep...you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace ... you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still alive and still married ... you are very rare, even in the United States and Canada.

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like no-one's watching.

Sing like no-one's listening.

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

peace

And...the journey succeed along with is we carry...

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Remembered past

but a wisp, nothing more

Clear your mind

and heart, of old blood

Renew you soul

with freshness entire

Being who you really are

not a ghosts idea

Today you ARE whole

the scars have title

With the doer

Nene

2005

in a page of a journal

bombs see themselves

phrophetic sayings and ancient wisdom

see themselves

niches see

themselves

the threads of carpet words

go thru memory's needle

over the city's face

we sit helpless amidst a slaughter taking place

rather use the keys to unleash the power of our outrage

how can we in all good conscience , bother with all this he said she said bullshit??

is this time better spent even united, towards some better purpose???

find out

where

you have solidarity and

use

your collective

voice

to make a contribution!

i don't know how you feel about human rights...

but the disproportionate and illegal tactics of the Israeli's against Gaza tonight

could be something to put some thought in your fingers

shed some light

Neither time nor word had yet formed my friend

And I, too young to understand that then

While clouds were carrying castle and dragon

Crickets in glass a summers field lagan

I found a pathway most shady and green

A rose-ivy emerald shimmery scene

T'was the gate to Camelot.

I stood at the gate but dared not enter

This new-old world and me without mentor

So returning I there where dragons are not

To where dreams are not dreamed but rather bought

And walked the dark streets with the circus crowds

Ignoring the castles in passing clouds

But yearning for Camelot.

Doing all the right things but things were not right

My summers day ended with winters night

Lonely and lost in a land they called mine

Both bitter and sweet doth Love intertwine

Sweet bitter grew stronger thus they agree

Twas time to return to the Gate carefree

Beholdest Camelot.

Inside of these walls no rule doth proclaim

All creatures are welcomed to rule and reign

No heartache too big or creature too small

To warm winters night with summers enthral

And I too, needed warmer days than these

I set in my locket the citys keys

Enter thou in unto Camelot.

Mlady now strolls the rose ivy streets

Entrusted is she within whom she meets

Some friends, some foes, some tales of duelings

Are just too few of the many travelings

But in dark wood under hushed willow tree

Twas there the wishing star set her soul free

Lost thou art in Camelot.

You fought for me when I was losing the battle

You didn't have to fight. I fought you too.

I often wanted to lose. You wouldn't let me.

I've been fighting a war from within.

Unpredictable and elusive.

It's a battle of the fire and spirit inside.

Some moments I am blinded with dispair,

the next my hearing is deafened with rage.

It is these days that there are no flowers.

You fought for me when I was losing the battle

You didn't have to fight. I fought you too.

I often wanted to lose. You wouldn't let me.

I've been fighting a war from within.

A battle of fire and spirit inside.

Where does it begin...will it ever end.

I must navigate my decisions...safe or fatal,

one that I can live with.

You fought for me when I was losing the battle

You didn't have to fight. I fought you too.

I often wanted to lose. You wouldn't let me.

You are my hero...you are my friend

You are my Father

say what was really in my heart. For you've spoken your mind

-These words pierce across time.

may you all enjoy fine health and peace, kindness and prosperity for the new coming year...

as the financial crisis continues...sharing dinner together will heal the pain of this stupid last 8 years...share what you can with anyone who needs you ....flip off the oppression of the government and the Madoff's of wall street

enjoy yourselves in spite of them!.....give to one another!

each word or rhymn a stroke of color

as each applied another moment in time

touching those around you

one can only hope with the passing of time that you touch many

filling your canvas with part of yourselves

therefor in the end creating something of wonder

beauty beheld by all to carry with them

in this way you have changed many

touched few

and in your own way have become immortal

and best of all

remembered fondly by those you call friend

this is the result of creating that which is the masterpiece of your life

appreciate these moments

for once they are gone

nothing but memories

held by those who you'v loved

family and friends

in the middle of the fire itself

like a salamander

we need each other, intermediaries

fullness comes

but usually we have

to be eating to feel it

beauty surrounds us

but usually it takes a garden or a sunset to know it

this body itself

is a screen

to shield and

partially reveal

the light

that's blazing inside your presence

water,

stories,the body,

all the things we do

are mediums

that hide and show what's hidden

study them

and enjoy this being washed

with a secret we sometimes know

and then not :o)

the tent has thirty doors

we are here

a place between the pebbles and the shadows

a place for a voice

a place for freedom, or a place

for any place fallen off a mare

or scattered by a bell or the call to prayer

we are here, and in a moment we'll explode this seige

and in a moment we'll free a cloud,

and travel within ourselves

teaching you to see us, to know us

to listen to us

to feel our blood safely

teaching you our peace, we may love or not love this road to Angarana

we are here within ourselves

a shy for the month of june a sea for the month of may

and freedom for a horse

we are here near there

thirty shadows for a star

She has no special talent she says

No special beauty mark she says

No invention with a patent she says

No anythign to make her special she says

Yes a hourglass physique i say

yes a brighter thn sunbeam like smile i say

yes a lingering mystique i say

But what she does have she doent flaunted

She flashed her beautiful soul

and thats all it takes

for her happiness to seep into you heart

you all know her as Mlady

i know her only as an angel

she 's a keeper !!!

;o)

then it will be fertilizer

blossoms bear the maturity

surviving the storms of the seasons

and the fruit is strong

and a powerful cure

if i am nothing

then it is that empty cup

that open hand

able to receive

if i will take it

i will take it when i choose to

no broken glass

if i will do it

then i offer it unconditionally

you cannot steal what is already

given / taken

walk away with nothing of mine

if i am yours

then it is because

we are not seperate

i no longer need you

in order to know this

i taste good

and the sweetness is

empowered

my my reclaiming my self respect

choke carefully!

i feel good

and i will honor my

innocence

and watch carefully

for thieves

i was" yours"

so i could find myself

and indeed they cursed

their lot

and i that came to shake

the tree

On the day you kill me

you'll find in my pocket

Travel Tickets

to peace

to the fields and the rain

to people's conscience.

Don't waste the tickets

we disliked the rigours of existence

the unfulfilled longings

the enshrined injustices

the labyrinths of love

the ignorance of parents

the amazing indifference

of living in the midst of the simple beauties

we feared the heartlessness

of human beings, all f whom are born blind

few of whom ever learn to see

i remember the dreamtime

my skies were full of patches of blue

and i sat here and teased you

with succulent delights

kneading the limes and seperating the petals from the orange blossoms

fingers scented swiped across the page

do you smell them?

take this whiff and all the whitenoise is insignificant

my worst held back secrets. Everything

has to do with loving and not loving

this night will pass

i have work to do

let the beauty we love, be what we do

They arrived naked

broke into the house

dug a hole

buried the children and left.....

i have tasted so many flavours of death

some of them sweet we hold hands

and skip along the hot sand laughing

he is no enemy

he is like the servant that washes my feet

and assists me while i change from my clothes

holding the curtain

keeping me modest

showing me another way home

he offers me the reigns

and my daughter's smile

and the chance to beat him at the game

he likes to play with my ego