segunda-feira, maio 15, 2017
Shelter Island
I didn’t know where I
was at first
just that woke up in
your arms
As if awaking into a
daydream
As if it were the most
normal thing in the world
As if I had always
belonged there
Outside, in the spring
forest
The birds, as if they
could see inside of me, sang a simple and beautiful song
Of the things beyond
words
Last evening, along an
expanse of sea and sky
We walked the shoreline
Barefoot and
unaccompanied by the world
As the shadows of
twilight rose up from among the reeds on the edges of the salt pond
Your hand held mine
And suddenly I realized
how long it has been since I felt sand under my feet
Suddenly I realized how
long it had been since
Someone’s hand could
carry so much
The forecast calls for
rain
And all morning clouds
gather
Until they finally open
up
As we sit in the car
waiting for the ferry to Shelter Island
I have never been to
Shelter Island
You have brought me here
It is quiet
Trembling lilac blooms
lean over white fences
Sweet and heady
Like my heart
Newly unfurled leaves
shimmer
Against a swirling gray
sky
And we drive with
nowhere in particular to go
I think it is good that
I have never been to Shelter Island
Because I can be here
now for the first time, with you
And I would rather be
here
In the rain
Walking with you
On Sunset beach
As if it were a place
only we knew
Than at the Louvre, or
Malibu or Piccadilly Square
Because I have been to
those places
And they are filled with
people who do not care
Rushing about
Forgetting to see
The very things they are
looking at
And I can look at you
Here
And see the light behind
your eyes
As clearly as if it were
the sun on a day without clouds
And the only thing I
forget
Is what to say
After you kiss me on the
beach in the rain and for a moment on Shelter Island time stops
We get back in the car
And drive to nowhere in
particular
Later, in the dark
The rain plays a
nightsong
I fit back in to your
embrace
Which is at once gentle
and strong
Like a place of refuge
The rise and fall of
your breath
The pulse of your heart
The heat of your skin
Speak a language the
requires no translation
A whispered
understanding
That we are for each
other
Through the open door
A lullaby of raindrops
Carries us
Past the rustling spring
woods
Past the salt ponds and
dunes
Past the waves of the
bay
Past Shelter Island
Carries us
Carries us
Carries us
I wake up in your arms
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segunda-feira, janeiro 23, 2006
It's about to go down!
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sexta-feira, dezembro 16, 2005
BABYLON IS FALLING
HANDSWORTH REVOLUTION (by Steele Pulse)
I say the people of Handsworth, know that
One hand wash the other so they say
So let's join hands my bredren
Make the way for our children (our children, our children)
And their children (their children, their children)
Ensuring that they get life's fair share of...
Equality...
Doesn't justice stand for all
Doesn't justice stand for all
Doesn't justice stand for all mankind
We find society putting us down
Crowning us, crowning us, crowning us, crowning us
A place of Evil, OH, OH
Handsworth means us the Black People
Handsworth means us the Black People
We're taiklng now. Speaking Jah Jah language!
It's a long, long way we're coming from
To send this message across, across
Its been hidden, forbidden, concealed, unrevealed
Its got to come out In the open that -
BABYLON IS FALLING
BABYLON IS FALLING
It was foolish to build It on the sand
Handsworth shall stand, firm - like Jah rock
- fighting back
We once beggars are now choosers
No intention to be losers
Striving forward with ambition
And if it takes ammunition
We rebel in Handsworth revolution
Dread town, dread town, dread town,
Dread town, dread town, dread town,
Dread we are for a cause
Deprived of many things
Experienced phoney laws
Hatred Babylon brings
We know what we got to offer
We know what's going on
Don't want no favours
Cause there is still hunger
Innocent convicted
Poor wage, hard labour
Only Babylon prospers
And humble suffer
They are brothers in south of Africa
One Black represent all, all over the world
Can't bear it no longer
Blessed wlththe power
Of Jah Creator
We will get stronger
And we will conquer
And forward ever, and backward never
Handsworth Revolution
Handsworth Revolution
Handsworth Revolution
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The two Handsworth riots occurred in the Handsworth suburb of Birmingham England during the summers of 1981 and 1985. The riots were allegedy caused by heavy-handed policing and drug-related problems in this inner city suburb, fueled by a nationwide wave of uprisings in the wake of the April 1981 Brixton riot. The black people of Handsworth felt the stinging opression of poverty, abuse by law enforcement and racial discrimination on all levels. Hmmm . . . reminds me of life in Roxbury, Massacusetts in 2005. I guess not a lot changes in 20 years. Babylon is still making the rules where my people suffer. As for me, I'll just keep sticking it to them everyday until they fall. Reading a bit of the history of the fall of the ancient Babylon puts the writing on the wall: "Babylonia zigzagged between power and failure for centuries before it was lost and destoryed forever" (http://coco.essortment.com/writingwallfal_rghs.htm). It is interesting to note that the ancient city of Babylon, which was home to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon (one of the wonders of the ancient world), and the tower of Babel, was located about 50km from what is now Bhagdad. Hmmmm.
"And He will bring down thier pride together with the trikcery of thier hands" Isaiah 25:11
Guidance,
Mari
segunda-feira, dezembro 05, 2005
I Love Him
"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."
-- Aristotle
He knows me so well
He gets who I am
(and that is no easy feat)
I imagine sometimes that the father of creation cut us from the same fabric
molded us from the dust of the same distant star
or maybe it's like Plato said and he was once my better half
and I his
I gave him a photo of me once,
in the beginning
and, with the seeds of hope sewn in my heart,
I inscribed a secret note on the back
He is thoughtful,
beautiful
I take refuge in the harbor of his silence;
I find mirth in the wings of his laughter;
I seek pleasure in the temple of his body
He drives me wild
from across the room my heart skips a beat
He drives me crazy
But I wouldn't want him any other way
I carry his heart
(i carry it in mine)
like a precious ember
that burns ever brighter
as we ascend
I will hold tightly to him
because we are each of us angels, with only one wing
and we are flying toward our bliss together
together
together
I gave him a photo of me once,
in the beginning
and, with the seeds of hope sewn in my heart,
I inscribed a secret note on the back
which he was not to find
"I hope you are the one, too"
The next day he cleaned the frame
and discovered the note
causing my cheeks to flush
and my eyes to be cast downward
because it had not been just the note
but in fact my whole heart
which had been discovered
Because of him
the seeds of hope
cautionsly sewn that winter day two years ago
now bloom on this winter day after the first snow
and though the trees flower not
my heart is full of spring
my darkness is full of light
and my mind affirms this truth:
I love him
-- Aristotle
He knows me so well
He gets who I am
(and that is no easy feat)
I imagine sometimes that the father of creation cut us from the same fabric
molded us from the dust of the same distant star
or maybe it's like Plato said and he was once my better half
and I his
I gave him a photo of me once,
in the beginning
and, with the seeds of hope sewn in my heart,
I inscribed a secret note on the back
He is thoughtful,
beautiful
I take refuge in the harbor of his silence;
I find mirth in the wings of his laughter;
I seek pleasure in the temple of his body
He drives me wild
from across the room my heart skips a beat
He drives me crazy
But I wouldn't want him any other way
I carry his heart
(i carry it in mine)
like a precious ember
that burns ever brighter
as we ascend
I will hold tightly to him
because we are each of us angels, with only one wing
and we are flying toward our bliss together
together
together
I gave him a photo of me once,
in the beginning
and, with the seeds of hope sewn in my heart,
I inscribed a secret note on the back
which he was not to find
"I hope you are the one, too"
The next day he cleaned the frame
and discovered the note
causing my cheeks to flush
and my eyes to be cast downward
because it had not been just the note
but in fact my whole heart
which had been discovered
Because of him
the seeds of hope
cautionsly sewn that winter day two years ago
now bloom on this winter day after the first snow
and though the trees flower not
my heart is full of spring
my darkness is full of light
and my mind affirms this truth:
I love him
segunda-feira, novembro 21, 2005
I'm not going to read the news anymore . . .
I'm not going to read the news anymore
I do this every now and then
Because I don't just read the news . . .
I follow it
and lately, the following of the news had made me irritable
angry
and sad
I don't want to be those things
I am going top spend the holiday season in blissful ignorance of it all
I am goiong to meditate daily
I am going to cultivate inner peace
Come the New Year, I will log back on to the BBC
and dive back in
because by then something will probably have happened that I can't ignore anymore
But for now,
I will enjoy the length of the night and the way my handmade scarf warms my neck in the chilly air
I will eat clementines, four in one sitting
and play capoiera until my legs hurt
and then I will take a cherry blossom bubble bath
I will practice patting my belly and rubbing my head at the same time
and finish that painting I started last month
I will read fiction, beautiful fiction
and connect with the good in the world
until the allure of the bad calls me back
quinta-feira, novembro 10, 2005
One Small Step
Yesterday November, 9th, the US House of representatives decided to remove the ANWR drilling provision from the budget bill. (see previous post : sucking us dry) YAY! While the House may try to sneak the issue into the final budget measure next month, last nights retreat was a MAJOR setback for hardline house republicans, the oil lobby, and (my favorite) the Bush administration. The hits just keep on comin' and you've just gotta love it! It'a small step toward returning this country to the REAL American values of conservation, environmental stewardship and (my favorite) democracy! Okay, maybe I shouldn't go that far but it is a sign, at least, that the self interests of moderate republicans in the house are dovetailing with the the the general public interest -- like a solar eclipse, a beautiful, rare occurence. ANYWAY . . .savor the moment and keep up the activism. Remember: to oppose in silence is to approve. This thing isn't over yet but suddenly the prospects look much, much better. How cute are those bears?
terça-feira, novembro 08, 2005
Napalm Nighmares in Falluja
I am about to throw up. I have never seen anything like this.
I apologize in advance for the graphic content of the image above and the others on this link but I felt I had to put it out there because this is what war looks like, people. THESE ARE CIVILIANS!!! Maybe if we were reminded of this everyday we wouldn't be so apatheic about the whole thing in the first place. It is sickening, terrifying, heartbreaking -- it TEARS AT YOR SOUL. It is impossible for me to fathom how anyone could justify this.
http://www.uruknet.info/?p=12676
"At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love." - Ernesto "Che" Guevara
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