exploratory measures...

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..."

a poem i wrote during holiday break:

"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

seagulls gawk

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

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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

bury me at wounded knee. dig my hole  

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?

every fractal paints a picture.
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.

under that awning, i can only stand still, and hope.

3. ) peace of peace.

i say, go.  what's wrong with throwing away paper?  nothing. spring break,

i see i colored you whole.

just take me to wonderland, where peace followers go.

"meditation tip of the day" forlorn, a stare.

4.) "hola"

"alll the pretty people" with nostrils, dirt and hair.

take me to mercy...

where doom's tides, beware.

5. ) and as these dust bowls heap, the dog strides in leaps.  cherries go away.  i stir up and say... "let us not weep.  let us color in and DREAM!"

Namaste!

☮, Lauren