hello everyone! in this post, i'm gonna do something different. i'm going to take you on a journey through the mind of... me. what i do when i'm not carousing the public, in class, at a potluck, in a yoga practice, a joyous celebration, picking up leaves, and hanging around the baristas who patiently pour water in my glass bottle at the coffee shop. this is what i do when i am bored.
1.) "and the water shall flow, with every forgiving day..."
"watch the water waves and stare"
the voices laugh and cackle
and mean, mister miser comes by and sails away
the people are laughing
and the children are coughing
where in china the winds are stirring
up hail and dust-bounty storms
the cistern is half-full, clocked open, mounds a' plenty
while she trembles and weeps
and these thorns cloud her curly eyes
the camera talks
don't honk at me, please
while i purr gently, hands in prayer
the road is blocked, red rivers runs clear
the sewer is dirty. this isn't Rome, my dear
12.22 1:45 am
2.) "mystical magical markers"
markers color my life. not just the paper, not just my burrowing hands or curly hairs, or my friends coat. EVERYWHERE. like a ghost pouring out of a page, instead of lead bitterly marking it down...a poem i'm creating now, through colors and words..."markers"
|Color my swamp, it swirls...|
|market my treasures and make me whole|
|and take me away where the kindergard'ners go.|
i am your warrior, your princess, your caspian desert. i beg, i plead. make me your treasure.
'these forests of pasture', they don't know no good. who's to say, i plead,
|make me your stone.|
|what are colors, but numbers?|
let those good bells ring, that wondrous bobby do.
i'm laughing inside. on the outside, i'm crying. i can't tell the difference.
do you? i'm lying.
Colors, i say, paint the pictures of our soul. deserts of dreams. marcus and majesty. 'mark us your words. share us your soul. take us to pastures of plenty and hoe.' make me your kin, your desert, your bow.
|3. ) peace of peace.|
i say, go. what's wrong with throwing away paper? nothing. spring break,
|i see i colored you whole.|
|"meditation tip of the day" forlorn, a stare.|