Showing posts from 2009

Welcome To My World

I don't want to be the person who is not happy unless she is miserable, don't want to feel like this at all, ever. Don't want to explain why I can't, I've done it too many times to me it's obvious to anyone who knows me it should be. I wonder how other people feel? normal people, do they think why they are here? what their purpose in life is? do they question their existence? do they constantly want to know if life is worth living? Or are they just enjoying the journey. Are their days filled with fun things to do places to go, people to see? How dose it feel not to think all the time not to question everything not to measure, to weigh, to compare try to find the good always careful not to hurt not to destroy, to pollute to alter try to create something beautiful, meaningful, lasting anything to breath deeply to breath and not smell despair how dose it feel?

Going Home

Sometimes, it's the way that sunlight picks through the curtains sometimes it's a familiar smell I can't recall a song, a melody heard from afar, tonight it was the city lights flickering in the distant as I was driving on the 210 they all transport me home for one magical, precious moment. Returning from summer vacation in the crowded back seat of our car tired and sleepy eyed we would smile in the dark when the city lights would appear beyond the hills thinking that we were almost home that our beds were waiting for us warm and cool at the same time. I know, and yet I don't know why i t makes me sad to think of home maybe because that home exists only, in my memories like my parents, it's long gone maybe my now is so bleak that the past always seems better happier, kinder somehow But I know better Because I remember The summers of suffocating boredom in our small town When the library was all we had

Dusty Memories

It's noon and the sunlight is white The heat hanging still cool sheets smelling like lavender the air fragrant with cigarette smoke and tea my mom is taking a siesta forcing me to lay by her side but the Summer day is so full of promise I can't sleep I crawl soundlessly out of her reach then spring to my feet and run clutching my doll, mumbling sweet love I'm the momma now strolling in my childhood garden drunk with happiness and smell of Jasmin I'm free

Why Do I Love Thee

Maybe it's because you were conceived with passion with pent up longing of separation maybe because you were my offering to the alter of love maybe I love you because you will carry us through generations because you have his logic & my fire I love you because you are pure unspoiled unique You are love My love

Blackstone Merlot

I love red wine after a few glasses I even love myself I'm forgiving I'm kind I become philosophical and forgive every one's offense's no one is mean tonight no harsh words spoken only cressing complements My husband of thirty four years is dashing my reflection on the wine bottle is dreamy I should drink red wine more often.


Fooling myself fooling everyone faking a smile hiding in the mundane not looking in the mirror not wanting to face myself longing for solitude to hear myself breathe listen to the falling rain the fire crackling ice melting in the glass why the torture who cares? do I? needing to appease denying sincerity disowning serenity Living like a fool.


I'm turning the soil my body is weary, my legs like lead sweat dripping from my forehead gripping the shovel with callused hands digging the hard winter soil I'm tired and my arms hurt. Flowers are waiting to be planted spring is coming the soil is ready Make your plans take your trips fall in love sing your songs do your deeds jump from plains swim in waterfalls climb your Everest plant your flowers. All the things you dare dream about everything you care for when there is still time in the spring of your life before your body is old before your soul is tired if you don't you will regret and regrets are painful more painful than anything.

Shooting Star

I wasn't there for your birth I didn't see you grow Never got to know you Never even saw I loved you because of her I loved you because of shared blood I heard you were beautiful a free spirit wanting to brake away to be free and you did you broke away from your planet soared high into the sky you became a star a shooting star but you fell you fell burning burning with your desire for life and love left us with questions unanswered left your dreams for us your unfulfilled promises your unrealized life you were a star our shooting star

Blood & Love

I look up and I see my father's reflection in the window reading with a cigarette in hand glasses perched on his nose a cup of coffee on the table, but it's my reflection I'm looking at, and I miss him. I'm cooking with fragrant herbs chopping, dicing, mincing washing pots and pans as I cook my wedding band making music ping ping ping this is how I remember my mother through the smells of my cooking the sounds of my kitchen and the taste of our meals. Now I'm sewing something, cutting the fabric carefully placing my left hand on the cloth using the scissors with my right it's my oldest sister's hands that I'm looking at when I would sit impatiently by her side as she made me pretty little girl dresses. I see them in me, I see me in them I look like all nine of my brothers and sisters I look like my mom and dad I am them, and they are me, this is our blood this is love.

Don't Ask

Don't ask me how I am Don't ask how I'm doing Don't bother asking how I feel I am raw with emotion It hurts too much it hurts to feel to think asking is like picking at my wounds making blood flow like my tears I am one soul living two lives feeling for two hurting for two going mad

The Wind

It's come again, this dammed wind  rattling my nerves and windows, scattering leaves and lives, braking my favorite potted plants turning the garden chairs upside down littering my pool  with flower petals and bird feathers, tossing my hair and thoughts every which way,  howling, roaring, wailing like a madman, protesting life's injustices, flinging all restraint  whimpering like a defeated child  dying, exhausted coiling around itself, winding down, spent weeping.   This crazy, insane, lunatic wind its' me, I feel sorry, for this wind, and me.