The balance between the waves as they thrash. The moments that the moon lit the waking hours The breathlessness pounding downThe dreams bottles in capsules of beads Tears tucked upon quilted flowers The glitter and litter of neuroses. The armor of amethystThe alchemy of absurdityAn odd and fractured kiss
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The Pastel Painter
I happened upon a painter who painted only in pastels. I inquired of his rationale. Why do you avoid the colors, grey and black and brown? The stars are strident without the darks silence. Chaos stands beside creation. Its not the absence of these colors that beauty is found. And you cannot paint history withoutContinue reading “The Pastel Painter”
Children’s Poems: The Tale of the Fern and the Lady Bug
There once was a fern in a forest far away. Then one day from the East a ladybug left her garden green. The lady bug and fern soon fast friends said to one another: what a friend you are to me! Illuminating all of each. Ours is a love envied by the vines and trees!Continue reading “Children’s Poems: The Tale of the Fern and the Lady Bug”
Shatter my Soul
God wontcha shatter my soulGod won’t you break my heart Tear me apart Rebuild the fragments and patch up these scars God you can shatter my soul I’m not afraid of my scars or my holes I am whole in you
Now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the lord my soul to keep. Now I lay me down to sleep. And if per chance I shan’t wake. To continue with my daily pace. Then find my friends for they are found-fragments of my soul. And each lost vagrant you should see. Let yourContinue reading “Now I lay me down to sleep”
Reroute
When is it okay to reroute? Are these dead ends or only roads not yet paved? When do we depart from our original destination and commitments? Afraid of the future-You hurdle towards the seas and cliffs. Bounding, leaping, crying weeping. Too prove you are awake. To prove you lived through another day. Scribbling frantic melodiesContinue reading “Reroute”
Store my Sorrows in Sonorites
The guitar is my journal. Her strings ring to the drumming of this breaking heart. She stores my sorrows in sonorites. I know you must let go of the glitter in your hands. Leave it behind. Litter on the road. But for now- keep it in your hands to hold.
The Gas Prices Are to High
Verse 1 I’ve been runnin on empty The gas prices are too high I’ve been runnin on empty Inflation is on the rise Pre chorusIf I’m standing, I’m not lying If I’m walking, I’m not crawling on the groundBut lately I’ve been fallin down Chorus God will you help us get some sleep God willContinue reading “The Gas Prices Are to High”
Listen to Children
Listen to children they see angels and demons. They feels shadows and saints. They know their missions and remember past lives pains. Listen to children for they dream of truths.
Tough Love
Capo 7 G e C G eIntro Stop fucking quitting on yourselfPlease start investing in yourself, my love. Chorus I see more than you doAnd I know that in my soul that you will be just fine That you will be alright with time Stop looking to the past These worries soon shall pass SecondContinue reading “Tough Love”
Call Collect
Capo 6 D A e G DGod do you collect the poems we’ve forgot? The songs we’ve forgot to sing? God do you hold tightly to those we lost too early whose memory still hurts to speak of? God do you collect the prayers we have prayed. The sorrows we’ve shared and laid upon yourContinue reading “Call Collect”
Music lines the streets
The streets are full of potholes but music lines the streetlights The sidewalks tear your shoes up fast but the rain cleans the dust and smells fresh. Theres graffiti on the pastel walls. Cars parked along the sidewalk and the drums beat loud at nignt and the coquis chorus continues on. In these nights inContinue reading “Music lines the streets”
To give in such a way that has no end
“We are how we treat each other when the day is done. We are how we treat each other and nothing more.” These lyrics resonate with me today. Why do we always say you are worthy of love? Love is freely given independent of the merits of its receiver. It’s reception and it’s giving areContinue reading “To give in such a way that has no end”
Travelers love
Travelers love more freelyWe care more and less deeplyGuided by intuition and chanceWe love with impulse in a glanceFeeling the energy of brevity and equally intensityWe must be escapist’sBut also perhaps we live fullestBecause as the plane leaves the ground and the ship leaves the port Everything we thought was significantNow becomes so small andContinue reading “Travelers love”
Olas Blancas
The white waves draw my feet too far from the sandThe spumes come crashing down and her tides now the shores have found. After rolling in the deepThe sea foam comes hard downFeeling its weight upon the ground What was gone has now been foundThe currents push me further And sometimes bring me backI likeContinue reading “Olas Blancas”
Heart in Hand
I wear my heart in my hands now. I don’t know who I am now. Or what you need from me. I wear my heart in my hands I don’t know where I am Nor what to believeAnd why that I sing.My heart’s in my hands now. What do I do with my hands now?
Deception
You speak in a higher register then you ought. Nervous in your own insecurities. As if your voice was faint and fine. You spin when you stand. As if you have ever stood uncertain. Is it that you wish to leave and fly with the winds or to obscure the depths of your voice? WithContinue reading “Deception”
Breath
Our very first breath is a cry. No lyrics and no rhymes. Our very first breath betrays us. The suffering of coming days. Our very first moment of sight is the end the darkness. The start of new light. Our very first moment we’re held.And love guides us above the hard ground. Our very firstContinue reading “Breath”
Guiding light
When we are young we all have dreams of who we are and who we’ll be. More faith have I in our young selves then ever the person we should become. But still unsure of where to be. For she have lived twelve lifetimes more. Her inner guide is thus betrayed by jaded and melancholicContinue reading “Guiding light”
The phone stopped ringing
The dial tones seem to sound off key. The more they’re touched the more they bleed. The more they sing, the more they ding. ding. ding the less they seem to ring and one day the phone stopped singing.
Swallow
Swallow me like Jonah in the sea. Where it’s quiet.Where there’s peace. I miss the kisses of it’s fluid nothingness. The depths with which it holds us in. I desire nothing moreThan to touch it’s floor. In my dreams and when I wake, I feel Yemayá’s sweet embrace. Swirling waters suck me in. Save meContinue reading “Swallow”
Angels on the Breaking Blue
Angels on the Breaking Blue. You swim with me and I with you. The sea it calls us from the shores, to hear it’s sonic celestial roar.
Musicmedicine
Every field is interdisciplinary. Music and dance only divided by linguistic reductionism. Health and healing are also harmonies. The landscape is a soundscape. Poetry is song and history. Everything is everyone.
Sirenas
Somos las brujas de agua. Somos del culto de luna. Somos mujeres de la noche. Solteros. Viajeros. Cuídate amor. Somos de las olas encantadas. Nacimos con las perlas en nuestras almas. Somos las hijas de Yemayá.
Long words
Long are these words. Ever winding. Ever rhyming. Every whining.
Espérate
Espérate! Hide those petals of yours with your thorns. For the coroner is coming. And he will surely come to crush you. Hide the dew of your freckled lips. From the plump hands of those clumsy clowns who come to squeeze you. Don’t throw clovers to the wind. Don’t throw your pearls to pigs. Don’tContinue reading “Espérate”
Wind
You never desired the force which I blew. You never could handle my speed. The air that I cry, is a nuisance to you and so I left and I left and I howled and I cried. And I went on my way and I said my goodbyes. And with a fierceness I came, withContinue reading “Wind”
Tell Us Stories
Tell us stories. Tell us songs. Tell us places we belong. Tell us love songs. Tell of your dreams. Tell us sweet, kind, wondrous things. We, the children of the sea, often a-dreaming and unseen. Dance your rhythms. Scribe your poems. Rhyme your beauty within our own.
A note of disgrace
Disgrace be to God for every fiber of my body is sewn wrong.Every cell of mine, every tissue is sewn wrong. God!They say you sew us carefully in our mothers’ wombs? In the depths of the earth, did you sew me with hate? Did you see me with rage? Disgrace be to the geneticist forContinue reading “A note of disgrace”
Glow up.
A month from now. I will grow up. Glow up. And you’ll remember this rosebud that you left in the dust who you tried to pluck, for now I am grown up. My pith has gained in width. My stems are longer now, my branches have more thorns. My sepals are not run out. AlthoughContinue reading “Glow up.”
The Silent Singer 