menage

this
here
there
satisfaction
where it shouldn't be
but what should
and organic flow of force
where resisting is integrity
but what the hell does that mean

קהילה

I founded a new religion today
i rolled up to the intersection upon my shwinn stallion
eden: the other side of the road
god: the green man
disciples gathered round me
with the same intentions
the same illusions of the Red Man
i led them across the sea

Amen, jai

going your owned way

i was reminded today
how my choices have brought me to this
simplicity
wonder
and that it is so easy
to wear fake leather
and have an alphabet after your name
and to curse it
because the weekend isn't paradise
but as burning as the week
excuse is easy
to explain disempowerment

perspective

what is a walking womyn

do you only live for this

every rhythm tells me

passively

i have to find Das Energi

Each man creates himself.

Each of us creates himself anew at each moment.

Each of us creates himself and the worlld he lives in,

the world as it seems.

The world as it is.

Each of us is responsible for every aspect

of his creation.

thank you paul williams

boolean logic

i wanted to 

and saw you more than twice

today

i saw you in the dream

too

AND

i reach the thereness

and gradually dip

ramp to the parabolic

bottom

only to curve again

these moments are closer 

together

OR

i have forgiven you

i dont even know for what

but i am no longer

your victim

willingly

because i was angry

jealous

empty

on my own

chevra

i heard two kids bickering today

one's voice was nasally high-pitched

the other's cool and slow

the tension was love caused

that would soon be tampered with

as the falsetto is leaving town

he failed to mention this to his buddy

i will choose a battle like this

i find i am so much more drawn

to those surrounded by no one

their story more interesting

less heard

before time

in third grade we watched The Land Before Time

i am not sure why we watched this during school

math break perhaps

but i remember the dark room

with fuzzy steep steps

like a inside pavillion -- 

we would wait here when taking the bus.

i hated taking the bus --

i cried so heavily

my friends awkwardly stroked my back

and Mrs. Yates came up to me

in the sea of maroon uniform

she stroked my knee

and told me it was only a movie.

i wonder where she is

destination tree hut

and on the way i pass
a hula-hopper
a lake path raker
with stories in their salutations
a history that finds them here

sharing this is being part of the system
that orbits in drum circles
of gratitude

im happy just because i found out im really no one

now the wooden curtains sway
as the only proof that you ARE
you were here
then
now only pendulum wood swing

your points teach me not to care
about such temporary things
in this green and brown
sandpit

blessings placed
in a moment of intention
are received at my acknowledgement

you teach me not to care
about simple being

dify

i made dried banana today
the bananas were free
they were too brown to sell

i planted seeds yesterday
i watered them
and asked them to grow
i sang to them

i get dizzy from the noise
and the lights in grocery stores
nowadays
and love that i know the man
who planted, watered and sang to
my salad

i know that free trade is far from free
and the green revolution
was anything but green

i know that there are legal rufis
that offer me discounts
and fat free

i dont know why we enslave ourselves

four thirty am

moons one night from full
i cant sleep
propanes out
so i warmed water in the coffee maker
its brownish
loves too tired to caress
im too tired too
banana tastes good

peanut butter better
when will it

grazed

i fell out of bed last night
when i say bed i mean ten feet off the ground
i remember snippets
on trying this morning
but otherwise i woke
covered in grazes and band-aids
with no recollection
of how they got there

loways

i dont think all rules should be
but i am grateful for some
that keep those drivers there
and these drivers here
and me alive
because here i prostitute
and keep in those lines
when the eyes of cats tell me

red means not war
not procession
think
silence

cry of the earth; cry of the poor

who would have imagined that a philosophy like neoliberalism would be so destructive

the days a dream

i had the strangest dream last night

i guess that's tautology so let me say

that i had a dream last night

i guess this is obvious

so let me just tell you what i saw

my friend, Talya, dew of The Name,

was in Jerusalem

she was stranded in Jerusalem

somehow

and we had to save her

we arrived, somewhere,

but to get into Jerusalem

we had to make our way along

this twisting rocked cliff

which plunged into the sea

Talya turned out to be my cousin

who just got married

although she hadnt married yet

and ran off with a man named

Asham because her feet were cold.

we were then in my kitchen 

trying to get the mouse

safely out the door.

we did it i think.

there is a mouse here home

there is a mouse forest home

and the mouse brings the spirit

message to not take the trivial things 

in life too seriously

not to over exert

but one by mouse to get things

done

what on earth is that green thing following my right foot

everything in my focus

has a perfect resonant place

this has me clearing and using 

my ATP to counter entropy

i have 31 pairs of shoes

or in that general direction

and every pair has a home

shares a space with a clone

and i know when someone has borrowed this pair

because it is playing with a different tribe

i have 5 denim jackets

they all have an order

my skirts

jeans I wont even attempt

and then there's books

and pillow design

i like to think im sensitive

to vibrational energy

but i notice a compulsion

i like the pleasance in order

and am threatened by the chaos

i cannot wait to get rid of it

to have little that needs a place

and slower see saw through the cap

of possessions.

do you understand

there seems to be a guilt

when i decide on something

change something

in my interest

fuck it

what is proper when pandering

till way past that moment of noticed

exhaustion

trying to be a version of that

instead of an identity of this

good 

bad

god

do you understand

03-02-09

When did we begin wearing dresses to cover our breasts
forgetting how to feed ourselves
and keep a family?

Do I blame culture for bringing me East
in journey for truth?
My life was formed on the lessons of
the continuous sacred contracts
and now I plead for what is right.

I cannot fight the Man who fed me so well
housed and clothed me ad carried me through the air
but I am grateful and move toward the separate truth
that keeps calling at my forgetting.

There are people to play with here too,
no glitter or green
just the songs we know
and the words
that make sense in rhythm


To understand is to have no future.