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Regrets

2012-02-01T17:21:00.000-08:00

the only words that I regret
are those I didn't say
I've spent too much time on doubt
because I was afraid
I let their opinions make me hate
my only voice
adopted their perceptions like
I didn't have a choice

I take responsibility
before I act then own it
if I didn't want this crop
I certainly wouldn't have grown it
why are you so hell-bent on
convincing me to say
that I regret my words because
you took them the wrong way

compassion and detachment
aren't mutually exclusive
focusing on someone else's life
is so intrusive
I can't waste my time on hoping
that you'll understand me
while you're busy drafting all
the verdicts that you'll hand me

you tell me to swallow
what you know will make me sick
so I wash my hands of you
and chew them to the quick
I'll execute the punishment
I did nothing to earn
but I won't let you do it because
then you'd never learn

Truth

2012-02-01T14:53:00.000-08:00

I want to see you
don't want to be you
be yourself and I'll be mine

we are all different
nothing's wrong with it
anything else wastes our time

our own perspectives
are so subjective
we find our truth our own way

we start out in wombs
and end up in tombs
why care what others will say

resisting normalcy
it means nothing to me
it bores me this third degree

say what you want to
I'll listen to you
that doesn't mean I'll agree

I'll put it simply
you'll never get me
turn my attention inside

I'm on my own path
your troubles distract me
truth is outnumbered by lies

the notions your selling
seem overwhelming
I can't keep up with their pace

why sell my self short
just to conform
saving, not showing my face

I would prefer if
you'd be mature and
take our nuances as such

show some compassion
it's all I'm asking
why does it feel like too much?

Spoonfuls

2012-02-01T14:34:00.000-08:00

enough is enough
quit your bitching and change it
if you hate your life
why don't you rearrange it
projecting your shit onto me
is an excuse
to keep you from looking
at what is wrong with you

you're just a princess
who won't lift a finger
allowing resentment
to fester and linger
you look in the mirror
and hate what you see
so now you are pushing
your ugly on me

you view my happiness
like a slight against you
I've always wondered
what I have done to you
you are so cold
and so hard to be around
you went out hunting
for the misery you found

you behave like you
exclusively feel pain
victim of everyone
never share the blame
dishing out spoonfuls
of hostility
while you refuse helpings
of kindness from me

at this point I just wish
somebody would deck you
'cause all that they do
is coddle and protect you
so you get away with
the things that you do
and spread all your darkness
to those around you

Intangible

2012-01-25T10:36:00.000-08:00

trying to talk to them is like
floating in the ocean
their current carries me far
from the place where I began
I could swim against it
but it's stronger than my thin arms
and I am in so deep now that
my feet can't find the sand

I am getting closer to
who I have longed to be
but confidence is threatening
to insecurity
every time I get to feeling
good about myself
judgment comes a flooding in
from everybody else

we get what we ask for
all our thoughts and words have weight
love and lust and loneliness and
hope and fear and hate
floating in the air filling the spaces
between things
making each of us connected
to all living beings

I have just one obstacle
that always holds me back
I've so much to offer but
it's money that I lack
people act like poetry
is just symbolic trash
while they pursue their "power"
through the false idol of cash

there's no amount of coffee that
could help me right now
exhausted from not sleeping and
my body's shutting down
I'm just grateful that in my dreams
there will always be
a better life than what I have
in this reality

we get what we ask for
all our thoughts and words have weight
love and lust and loneliness and
hope and fear and hate
floating in the air filling the spaces
between things
making each of us connected
to all living beings

Undone

2011-12-21T14:24:00.000-08:00

I stew and I pace
and my heart starts to race
when I think of all that is undone

I weep and I scream
but only in my dreams
so outside I'll appear to be calm

my habits are crutches
I walk on but such is my life
and it helps me get by

I'm bored with the patterns
so worn out and tattered
that constitute being alive

facing my fears
is how I pass the years
diminishing each one in turn

when life goes from quiet to
full-blooded riot
we'll all have our bridges to burn
we'll all have our bridges to burn

come dance with me hither
and we'll see together
that we are all one and the same

we share the desire
to ROAR like a fire
and run like we've never been tamed
we'll run like we've never been tamed
we'll run like we've never been tamed

Threat

2011-10-20T14:43:00.000-07:00

don't think for a second that
I'll respond well to threats
just give it a try and see
the side of me you'll get
you have no respect
and just as little intellect
diplomacy a concept that's
just too advanced to get

huddled in your little house
secluded from the world
terrified that they will see
you're still that little girl
underneath the piss and vinegar
and haggard looks
wasting your life waiting
hand and foot on thugs and crooks

fuck you for ever saying that
you were my friend
right from the beginning
I could see how this would end
I have known your kind before
the world revolves around you
negativity and bigotry and lies
surround you

I bit my tongue bloody
and that's hard for me to do
listened to your bullshit
'cause I felt sorry for you
you're so far beneath me that
I can not even see you
as I walk away so grateful
that I'll never be you

poison in your hands
and toxins flowing from your lips
dried and cracked and ugly
like the hatred you profess
I thought maybe if I showed you
patience and compassion
you would change but you are still
as awful as you have been

I am sorry that your life
made you a bitter person
but you are so much work
and ultimately so not worth it
I established boundaries and
you set your sights to cross them
that's why every time you find a friend
you find you've lost them

Alone

2011-09-11T13:50:00.000-07:00

alone in a room... in a house... in a town
looking for something that can not be found
trying to lose what can not be evaded
alone in a world that's indifferent and jaded

the rain shows no mercy, like the pain that's inside
and the aching of my body and the love that was a lie
this journey feels like life itself... wandering without aim
a sleeping chamber made of earth is where I want to dream

the further I go, the closer I follow behind
everything I know and the burdens of my mind

I like cemeteries better than these street cafe's
the dead remind the living of the things coming our way
no place feels like home and I'm so tired of being alone
but eyes that watch across the room are just a stranger's face

the sun has broken through the clouds, the high is kicking in
I'm wandering through places that before I'd never been
and I'll take a vow of silence for I do not want to talk
I'll sit and write this poem down, and then I'll simply walk

I want to find a place to sleep where chilling winds won't find me
where ghosts of memories have no more power to remind me

and as I go I find that I am holding my own hand
falling deeply in love with the stranger that I am

Done

2011-08-13T10:18:00.000-07:00

the greatest part of loving you was the fantasy I had
of living the life that I have now with a far more loving man
the truth was never so sincere as feelings in my heart
but I spoke words you couldn't hear and it tore us apart

so why now do you come around so many long years after
to reopen my healing wounds to tell me you've come back here
you know I liked you better in the forest isolated
the city seems to magnify the parts of you I hated

the funny thing when I look back is both of us were right
and we were both so wrong at times, and we were both so high
and as it all broke down I think it started to decay
fermenting neurotoxins poisoning us every day

I missed you most when you were here though you never really were
I was just a toy for you... I knew you still loved her
but every time I find somebody else who sees within me
you're threatened by unfolding wings and so you try to pin me

I have been through sadness, fear, denial, doubt and anger
but now I've found acceptance and I'm never going back there
you only want me now because you know I don't want you
why don't you go find yourself some groupie slut to screw

Lines in the Sand

2011-07-14T12:06:00.000-07:00

there are things I wish that I could tell you
but they are mysteries to even me
I've been known to draw lines in the sand
that mean nothing to anyone but me

there are spectors waiting in the dark
night ghasts with no mercy in their hearts
I close my eyes but visions will not cease
my minds infested with vague memories

all I've ever had are words
you can't take them away
help me find the right ones
to express the things I need to say

hypnotize me if that's what it takes
take away the fear so I can speak
I have stories locked away inside
truth is all I need now to be free

music it can help to heal the pain
but lately it just feels like there's too much
compelled to do the things that stop my brain
from thinking about anything at all

all I've ever had are words
you can't take them away
help me find the right ones
to express the things I need to say

my wand is a tree branch
I'm casting spells again
creating sigils out of
my lines drawn in the sand

Profound Simplicity

2011-07-14T11:41:00.000-07:00

profound simplicity
fragile reality
cumulus clouds I see
drifting on summer breezes

I know the grass is green
I know the trees are free
to reach up toward the sky
while digging their roots deep

the things that I don't know
could fill a billion poems
the things I'll never be
a vast and endless sea

we celebrate the night
that's when the bats can fly
and no one judges them
darkness is their disguise

black skies and shooting stars
finding out who we are
fire light and company
profound simplicity

kettle and pot agree
they're not as dark as me
when worry dominates
and I procrastinate

I want to clear the air
I want to travel where
no human being would be
so that I can be free

my mind is wandering
so busy pondering
the challenge of our time
in which myself I find

sometimes I wonder if
any one's ever known me
I question everything
that they have ever shown me

trouble around the curve
we're building up the nerve
to focus on our breath
and not linger in death

black skies and shooting stars
finding out who we are
fire light and company
profound simplicity

Camp Fire Song

2011-06-24T00:36:00.000-07:00

I know what brings you to this place
I'd walk on coals for you
cross the fire to see your face

the mountain air reveals
a clarity we lacked before
this is a different me
than that girl running out the door

civilization's over-rated anyway
everyday living for the chance to get away

there's nothing more serene
than where I find myself at now
the river flows through me
the moon and stars have all come out

your siren song it calls me
up the banks to fire-side
there are no laws but nature's
that compel me to abide

sap flows from trees like tears
from every axe that they have seen
shooting stars wait for my glance
so that they can be seen

my breath's becoming deeper
and my mind is coming clear
so grateful for this moment
and so happy to be here

Echo

2011-06-10T14:48:00.000-07:00

my heart is an open book
that nobody is reading
waiting for someone to look
but nobody can see me
I am always reaching out
for things so out of reach
earning all the lessons that
nobody cared to teach

familiar with this feeling
when it's real and no one cares
and the truth won't cease it's fire
in a sea of vacant stares
for years I've sought forever
and I've found it in the wait
I've tried to change the outcome
but I can't avoid my fate

sometimes it is humbling
to know I have no choice
I'll sing out if only to hear
the echo of my voice
and I just can't care anymore
if anyone else hears it
music is a valve for what
is building in my spirit

I will take my chances
and I know the risks I'm taking
laying it all out with all this
music that we're making
but someday I'll be dead
and this will be what's left behind
a simple little record of
my heart and soul and mind

I know that I am different
and most people can't relate
but I'm not the only one who's ever
stumbled at the gate
and if only one of them
finds comfort in my words
I won't have wasted all of my time
living on this earth

Traveler's Song

2011-06-01T13:07:00.000-07:00

I have been around the world
and I have seen so many things
nothing can replace the joy
that simply being with you brings

there are hidden doors within
the house inside my dreams
secret passages and stairs
I don't know what it means

let's find out together dear
we will travel without fare
we don't need to leave our bed
to explore everywhere

I'm surrounded by the sounds
of things that I once heard
I try to ignore the noise
remember what I learned

there is blood upon this page
I don't know where it's from
I've been bled but never tamed
I would sooner run

you can come with me
so long as scenic routes are fine
I don't have much money
what I value is my time

Naturally

2011-05-20T11:25:00.000-07:00

haters gather 'round, I have got something to tell you
please listen to what I have to say
you're waving a flag around that stands for liberty
and yet you aim to take it all away

when I was a child I was taught their propaganda
but it could not withstand my scrutiny
for I have met so many brilliant, hardworking people
who like to unwind with a little weed

you'll make your judgements but I won't abide them
I have many friends who know the truth
we don't care or wanna we just love marijuana
nobody has asked you to approve

something's growing naturally that relieves our pain
helps us sleep and lifts away our blues
you've no right to legislate the way we live our lives
we're adults and we'll live how we choose

feds are wasting money to imprison people
whose only crime is taboo botany
while doctors push their pills with side effects worse than your symptoms
'cause big farm has a wealthier lobby

you'll make your judgements but I won't abide them
I have many friends who know the truth
we don't care or wanna we just love marijuana
nobody has asked you to approve

flip

2011-04-22T10:28:00.000-07:00

love and hate have lusted for each other
since human hearts have beat upon this earth
it seems that one's always fueling the other
every blessing comes with it's own curse

yes it's true that every coin has two sides
the metal that they share it binds them tight
we are always flipping them in our minds
trying to decide what's wrong and right

kindness and cruelty
sleep in the same bed
they're sending me their dreams
filling up my head

I will never understand what they do
why anyone would try to hurt another
but I accept that it will just continue
we make enemies of all our lovers

our families and friends should help us to grow
but often they just make us shrink away
they don't want to hear the things that we know
they'll just have to learn in their own way

I love them endlessly but
there is a dark side
they use their power to
shake me up inside

up

2011-03-14T11:56:00.000-07:00

I know I beat myself up
for not finding my voice when I was younger
busy learning the lessons that would
make me wiser and so much stronger

sometimes when I first wake up
I have trouble knowing where I'm living
my life has been so mixed up
not enough taking, too much giving

all I want is to be real
just to speak the things I feel
all I need is to be loved
here on earth not from above

you know that my mind's made up
got to do the things that I was born to
there's no way I will give up
after everything that I have gone through

sometimes I feel envious
but I can not dwell on those emotions
and so I pick myself up
and focus on my forward motion

all I want is to be real
just to speak the things I feel
all I need is to be loved
here on earth not from above

I hear your head

2011-03-14T11:27:00.000-07:00

you hear music in your head
and I can hear it too
I'll write words to go with it
and we'll make something new

never thought I could find this
shared wavelength kind of thing
but I've got lot's of poems babe
and you've got lot's of strings

for better or for worse
I hear your head inside my own
a blessing seems a curse
unless you're smart enough to know

you say this is a jaunty tune
I totally agree
but still I smile and laugh at you
because you sound funny

if married life were this much fun
for everybody else
the divorce rate would equal none
our music is our wealth

for better or for worse
I hear your head inside my own
a blessing seems a curse
unless you're smart enough to know

we conceive songs that we
will nurture till they grow
finding the nuances
preparing for the show

Rebirth Marks

2011-02-19T22:28:00.000-08:00

happiness offends as much as hate
no one wants to realize what they're missing
no amount of money in the world
measures up to passionately kissing

the most intense experience in life
can't be purchased with a credit card
integrity and resolve are a must
love is beautiful but it is hard

don't tell me to smile for you
I'm not here to be cute
I'm no coy submissive girl
my style is resolute

time is not a given so take heed
don't put off the things you mean to do
this life is all that is guaranteed
heaven might not be waiting for you

everybody's spirit carries truth
egos obscure visions in our minds
reality exists in the surreal
dreaming may be our most lucid time

why should I invest in a
world that disregards me
tattoos are my rebirth marks
but there's more than you see

Green Thumb

2011-02-16T20:48:00.000-08:00

I'll say it one more time
the life I live is mine
every other opinion is moot

there's something to be said
for filling up my head
with what they call my silly dreams

I've found a place for me
a culture jamming scene
every imperfection truth

I found all that I need
growing like a seed
I'll nurture it with my green thumb

wait and think before you speak
you're part of the elite
but money can't buy intellect

so low that I can't fall
my gift intangible
but I feel wealthy anyway

my hearts an open book
if you bothered to look
there's a chance that you'd relate

repeat the things I know
like watching flowers grow
I'll nurture them with my green thumb

yeah you know I'm insecure
and cutting words they hurt
I am not impervious

but fear I must deny
and though it lives inside
it's only there to overcome

the circle in my mind
it's spinning all the time
making it so hard to sleep

it's up to me to free
the sound that comes from me
and nurture it with my green thumb

Who I Am

2011-02-14T10:41:00.000-08:00

sometimes I want to break the silence
hanging in the atmosphere
waiting for a song to hear

will you take me to another world
take me to another time
help me be another girl

I wish I could be anyone else but who I am

looking at the sunset calms me down
takes my thoughts into the clouds
while my bare toes feel the ground

taking breaths so deep they tingle
wanting to believe again
that life is something meaningful

I just can't be anyone else but who I am

sometimes other people make me feel
there's a need to hide behind
a smiling face that isn't real

I'm like the train that shakes my house at night
far from where I started from
incapable of being quiet

I don't want to be anyone else but who I am

Imaginary Friends

2011-02-11T16:37:00.000-08:00

She's a little sullen girl just hiding in her room
writing little poems in her book
she has many things that she would like to show the world
but she's a girl so no one cares to look

she has many questions and she's searching for the answers
seeking out the ones who say they know
but the things they teach her they never really reach her
she can see through stories full of holes

imaginary friends are the only ones she has
loneliness so thick it can be thrown
I wish I could tell her it will get better some day
but that is something that she's always known
there is so much that she's always known

now she's growing up and things are complicated
a woman's heart inside a child's frame
experts say she's gifted but it feels like she is cursed
so few others to whom she relates

she's an older woman looking back upon her life
each and every path she chose to take
some of them were dead ends but what she learned on the way
made her glad that she'd made those mistakes

imaginary friends are the only ones she has
loneliness so thick it can be thrown
I wish I could tell her it will get better some day
but that is something that she's always known
there is so much that she's always known

Ample Miracles (for Godless Heathens)

2011-02-11T16:27:00.000-08:00

there are ample miracles for godless heathens
an old lady prays in the name of revenge
a gypsy is blessed with the love of her brethren
those who are lost find their way in the end

holy men dream of winning gods favor
worships fall to their knees and repent
heathens don't fear any gods or demons
heaven and hell are just places we've been

you can tell me I'm damned
but only I decide who I am

the sun shines bright on the faces of skeptics
wine tastes fine when it's no ones blood
prayers are carried on the wind to butterflies
forgiveness is free to the ones that we love

I have been to the banks of the river
I have climbed to the mountain's peak
there is no pew like the dirt under my feet
no cross more sacred than the trees

you can tell me I'm damned
but only I decide who I am

Family

2011-02-11T00:01:00.000-08:00

it's so hard to concentrate
with all that's going on
my mind is a bandwagon
that everyone is on
past and present moving towards
a future that's unseen
all that I can know for sure
where I've already been

my DNA full of diseases
most of them are mental
my family, unfeeling says
that I'm too sentimental
choking it all down may be
the thing that works for them
but love and passion are
inherent parts of who I am

gave me a life
made me want to return it
begged for their love
so they told me to earn it
broke my blue heart
but proved it was resilient
they never noticed
the ways that I'm brilliant

no words are more painful
than the piercing ones would dare
silence is a noxious cloud
that's poisoning the air
I know truth is frightening
but once it has been faced
everyone can breathe again
and healing can take place

I left our family portrait
in a locket on a tree
hoping that the forest would
impart some clarity
I left us there and walked away
it was a kind of prayer
that all of my relations feel
the peace that I found there

gave me a life
made me want to return it
begged for their love
so they told me to earn it
broke my blue heart
but proved it was resilient
they never noticed
the ways that I'm brilliant

Scripts

2011-02-08T11:37:00.000-08:00

hello good morning sir what can I do for you?
sugar in your coffee, do you take one lump or two?
thank you for choosing us, we hope you'll come again
this same conversation will be waiting for you then

hello how are you? I am fine how about you?
never been better, it's been so nice seeing you
so many words to say without even thinking
no meaning to convey, true dialogue is shrinking

we speak in scripts that we have all learned to recite
borrowed from others there is no need to re-write
there's no original sentiments to say
it's all been said before so just lean on cliches

sorry to hear that, get well soon, I'll pray for you
call me if there is anything else that I can do
I'll send you flowers, greeting cards and red balloons
anything at all but hear what you've been going through

let's not talk politics, religion, sin or art
it seems too dangerous, our viewpoints might depart
civilized people shouldn't seem to disagree
be just like him, I'll be like her, he'll be like me

we speak in scripts that we have all learned to recite
borrowed from others there is no need to re-write
there's no original sentiment to say
it's all been said before so just lean on cliches

brown eyed child bride

2011-02-08T11:20:00.000-08:00

he sees a pretty flower
wants to keep it for himself
presses it inside a book
and puts it on the shelf
and though it may not grow or bloom
or dance against the breeze
it doesn't matter to him
it's just there to fill his needs

he gave you tabs of paper
made you think in different ways
wrapped you up inside his world
and took you far away
but no one could have said a word
you just weren't listening
I hope some day that you'll take back
the life that you've been missing

brown eyed child bride
you were my friend
you were my guide
now the light that shined has died
you seem so lost inside

how can you nurture friendships
when you don't care for yourself
how can you build your spirit
when your focus is on wealth
how can you place judgments on
the things you've never known
why are you still like a child
when everybody else has grown

the wall around you taller
than it's ever been before
I don't think I have the will
to climb it anymore
I know that you feel trapped in there
I hate to walk away
but there's an unlocked door somewhere
it's fear that makes you stay

brown eyed child bride
you were my friend
you were my guide
now the light that shined has died
you seem so lost inside

Truth

2011-02-08T11:08:00.000-08:00

I used to be a nicer girl
but kindness will be punished
I'd rather you call me a bitch
than disingenuous

take a step back look and see
there is a bigger picture
let the words I want to speak
come out, no need to censor

somebody has to say these things
I hope you'll understand
I've found that truth is the only
friend that I really have

women aren't supposed to have
strong willed opinions
they're supposed to smile
and be polite

I guess it's unfortunate that
you feel that way
my tongue's lashing out
from all the bites

somebody has to say these things
I hope you'll understand
I've found that truth is the only
friend that I really have

Rivers

2011-02-08T10:55:00.000-08:00

rivers aren't supposed to flow uphill
and feelings aren't supposed to be suppressed
they tell us to hide all signs of rage
because they'd rather that we feel depressed

I have found the ugliest of truths
more beautiful than all the pretty lies
don't let others tell you how to feel
your heart isn't there to compromise

I can't take it anymore
I have to speak my mind
my pen is the sword against
the bourgeois and swine

Sometimes I feel like I'm under seige
outside forces move to occupy
but the wall I'm building around me
keeps me safely tucked away inside

injustice is a toxin in our blood
poisoning our minds with frustration
we're supposed to take it with a smile
but our stomachs churn with rancid bile

why can't you just understand
I'm not what you expect
I am small but I am big
and I deserve respect

Best Friends

2011-02-08T10:10:00.000-08:00

you always know how I'm feeling
I never have to say a word
you put your head on my shoulder
and in your love I feel comfort

your tender eyes they can convey
a wisdom people seldom gain
and though you lack the words to say it
your movements tell me what you mean

I never want to have to live without you
we've become part of one another
we'll find adventure and so many new
territories to discover

I've never met another like you
you're strange and beautiful and kind
and when my thoughts are growing gloomy
you can always change my mind

when it grows cold I'll keep you warm dear
I'll wrap you up and hold you tight
don't let the thunder outside scare you
I'm here and everything's alright

I never want to have to live without you
we've become part of one another
we'll find adventure and so many new
territories to discover

Off the Lamb

2011-02-08T09:38:00.000-08:00

not going on the lamb
can't make me run away
not sitting on your lap
no I don't want to play...
with you... at all... no way

said you respected me
but that's not what you show
I'm not a piece of meat
in case you didn't know...
there's more... than meets... the eye

you're a dirty old man
watch where you put those hands
I just can't understand
why you'd betray the band

When something seems to be
just too good to be true
I've learned it often means
claims won't be backed by proof
here I… believed… the lie

project self righteousness
make judgments on my life
ask god to bless me then
covet your good friends wife
practice… the things… you preach

you're a dirty old man
watch where you put those hands
I just can't understand
why you'd betray the band

my husband was your friend
you disrespected him
I'm an artist you know
not just some cheap peep show
I'm not your cheap peep show!

Hymns

2011-01-26T15:27:00.000-08:00

I have a nasty habit
wanting what I'll never have
failing to recognize the things I do
I know sometimes it seems like I'm
a thousand miles south
inside my head so far away from you

and yes my mind is in the breeze
as it turns into wind
I am like a kite but you can
bring me down to earth again
you are my pied piper
and I'll follow where you go
wherever you are baby
is the place I'll call my home

you are writing music now
these words will fall in place
when you listen to our song
a smile will cross your face
I will be your melody
if you will be my rhythm
hedonistic love songs
are the hymns of our religion

there's no warmth like that which comes
from you sleeping beside me
there's no pleasure like the kind
that you put inside me
you're the only person that
I want to spend my time with
you're the only word that I
will ever want to rhyme with

years are passing quicker now
than every day before you
seasons changing endlessly
all that we have gone through
times aren't ever easy here
every day's a struggle
but getting through it all with you
makes it worth the trouble

you're writing music now
these words will fall in place
so when you listen to our song
a smile will cross your face
I'll be your melody
if you will be my rhythm
hedonistic love songs are
the hymns of our religion

Rare Birds and Rosemary

2010-07-30T07:16:00.000-07:00

It's not that I haven't been writing of late... just that what I'm writing has been recorded on a Fostex digital 8-track rather than a blog. Give it a listen and tell me what you think.

-Jillian

http://www.reverbnation.com/rarebirdsandrosemary

Neda's Generation

2009-06-26T19:28:00.000-07:00

her dark eyes flicker searching
for an answer in the air
what exactly is the reason
that she's lying there?
cell phone camera rolling
bullet in her chest
now her blood is flowing
and it's fueling the unrest

green fists rise in anger
as injustice claims it's victim
voices rise in unison
calling for redemption
her last breath viewed across the world
mourned in every nation
martyrdom will be her home
it's Neda's generation

they will stand for nothing less
than freedom from oppression
strength through peace takes to the streets
the world will stand behind them
women silenced way too long
refuse to live in fear
they say we're Neda's generation
we will speak and you will hear

some have said her death was one
we never should have seen
flicker cross the pixels of
our home computer screens
some will turn away from her
while others bow their heads
how can we lie to ourselves
while Neda lies there dead?

green fists rise in anger
as injustice claims it's victim
voices rise in unison
calling for redemption
her last breath viewed across the world
mourned in every nation
martyrdom will be her home
it's Neda's generation

yeah, they just want to be themselves
they're Neda's generation

Demolition

2009-06-26T19:21:00.000-07:00

I've lived so many lives in just this one
I've seen so many versions of the truth
the stories that I tell are seldom spun
the lines around my eyes they hold the proof

I've heard I love you from a thousand lips
but love was not the reason that they spoke
there were times I wanted to believe
just so I could feel like I had hope

there are many endings and beginings
there are many secrets in the wind
there's an answer if you're asking questions
but truth it doesn't always lie within

I've had so many places I've called home
only just a few things stayed the same
at times I thought I'd never settle down
but I've just grown so tired of playing games

sometimes demolition leads to new growth
sometimes there's destruction and rebirth
feels like I've been waking from a nightmare
feels like I've discovered what I'm worth

there will always be those who will tell me
nothing that I ever do is right
there are times when hatred's overwhelming
but love is what will keep us warm at night

there's a peace that I am growing into
there is comfort in my lover's bed
there are flowers growing in our garden
there are ideas growing in our heads

cheating death

2009-05-23T19:21:00.000-07:00

I was supposed to die amidst twisted metal and fire last Sunday, but I am not dead. About a month before, a strange acquaintance from a former life notified me by way of internet that he'd had a dream... no it was more than a dream it was a vision. He had seen my love and I die, and then noted that a calender near by read April 17th. Dreams have a way of making sense often despite blatant absurdity. This felt real to him in a way that he didn't really even expect me to understand. But I did understand. Not long before I received his message, I had a similar experience in which I witnessed the death of a dear friend and her young son. As they entered a particular intersection near their home, a man in a large commercial truck was searching for something on the seat next to him, failing to notice the hue of the traffic light shifting from green to yellow to red. Death was immediate upon impact. The next seen was of her husband and daughter alone contemplating a future without the other half of their family. I did not want to scare her, but I had to say something. She agreed to take a different route, and not to drive alone with her son for a while. Perhaps, this new vision was a continuation of something that had I had already set into motion. Maybe the signals are there for those who are willing to hear them. Of course, it could also be that I am crazy like they say, and the only reality that exists is the one that we can see and touch. Whatever the truth of the matter may be, I heeded the warning, stayed home, and planted corn and sunflowers in my garden.
The next day I feel ill. It started with a deep exhaustion like none I'd felt before. Then fluids began leaking from every orifice. No amount of soup or tea or warmth seemed to provide any relief. I tried to will myself well as I have done on many occasions, but my condition continued to worsen. Time stood still. Days passed. Shadows moved across walls. I drifted in and out of medicated sleep. My dreams were haunting and disturbing. I took to reading books that asked intriguing questions about the nature of humanity and the struggle between the individual and the collective. Each author had a way of placing the personal stories of love between alienated people into a greater sociopolitical context that shed gentle light like that of the moon, illuminating the hidden subtleties within their pages. I shivered in the heat and sweated the toxins out of my system. I wrote songs for ghosts. I remembered things I'd intentionally forgotten as everything I'd ever known flowed through the pores of my skin. At last I realized that I may have changed my "fate" but the death that had been meant for me would now have to move through me. I would have to feel it. I would have to suffer, think, ask questions, remember, sweat, cry, and be humbled by the fragility of my body's little system. And now I have taken leave from my sick bed to spend the small amount of energy I have regained to write if for no other reason that to prove that I am in fact still living.

Bird of Prey

2009-04-16T14:12:00.000-07:00

talons gripped my heart
they're finally releasing
this bird of prey's
been known to say
that hearts are made for eating

all I ever wanted
to spread my wings in flight
to soar up in the sky with her
safety in her nest at night

she comes up silently
swoops down from the sky
rips your heart right out
while she's pecking out your eyes
she'll leave you blind

she's a lonesome animal
love is not her nature
she let her young fall from the tree
left them in the desert

so I let my day dreams go
and fight with all my might
just because she has no heart
won't mean she'll have mine

she comes up silently
swoops down from the sky
rips your heart right out
while she's pecking out your eyes
she'll leave you blind

- (for Candy)

Popcorn

2008-08-07T18:56:00.001-07:00

I'm just a bag of kernels
till you put me in that box
and push the little buttons, BEEP
till all my kernels pop
I'm hot and fresh and steamy
my aroma is amazing
I'm ready to sit down with you
so you can get to grazing
and if you put your tongue on me
you know I'll stick right to it
I know you want to eat me
and I'm begging you to do it
and when you're through with me, you'll see
there's just an empty bag
that once held the best popcorn
that you think you'll ever have

life is in the wrinkles

2008-07-31T21:38:00.000-07:00

life is in the wrinkles
over, up, around and through
there is magic for the taking
waking up and breaking through
there's a path that leads to nowhere
but the places on the way
there's a new light in the sky that rises
each and every single day

life is in the questions
that will never be resolved
rising up like all the problems
that we're never meant to solve
it sounds like all the voices
that we hear inside our mind
passing through us boldly
like the passing of our time

life is in the changes
that can never be slowed down
spinning through a hedge maze
getting lost just to be found
throwing all our punches
just so we can hear the sound
burying our conciseness
deep inside the fertile ground

life is in the stories
that nobody ever hears
people long forgotten
living only for their tears
life is in the struggle
in the hustle and the flow
life is all the answers
that no one will ever know

life is in the colors
that will turn to black and white
when the sun is far behind us
and the day has turned to night
and as the world's revolving
everything repeats again
from the ending to the middle
to the place where we begin

feels like coming home

2007-09-12T11:57:00.000-07:00

it feels like coming home
when there are bumps in the road
and the memories are everywhere you look
and the people that surround you
are the ones who can ground you
and you realize you haven't changed so much

and you're taking in the air
like it's your very first breath
seeing things as if you you had been blind
realize that life is just a prequel for death
and that you can do is to be kind

Your family and friends are
the ones you can depend on
to bring you back when you've been far away
and when you're feeling down
they'll be the ones who come around
to pick you up and help you on your way

and you're dancing in the air
like you were just another star
lighting up the sky with every move
finding out how good it feels to be who you are
knowing that you've got nothing to prove

there's no better place than this
no better time than now
the opportunity is yours so take it
and when you look behind you
there'll be something to remind you
of those along the way who helped you make it

and you're taking in the air
like it's your very first breath
seeing things as if you had been blind
you realize that life is just a prequel for death
and all that you can do is to live kind

Rain and Thunder

2007-08-27T15:17:00.000-07:00

love me like I know you can
with tender lips and rugged hands
hold me up and lay me down
cause me to make funny sounds
taste me like your favorite dish
grant my every single wish
put yourself inside my body
give me freedom to be naughty<
roll me 'round and fold me under
I'm the rain and you're the thunder
make my legs shake with fatigue
wear me out then cuddle me
watch me as my eyes grow heavy
I'd be yours if you would let me
you always leave me feeling inspired
beautiful, brilliant and deeply desired
forever is not long enough to explain
how long my desire for you will remain
for you'll be with me when my body has died
you're part of the spirit that's living inside
and for all of the strength that you've helped me discover
I thank you for being my friend and my lover

Port Orford

2007-08-27T03:09:00.000-07:00

Poet

2007-07-16T16:22:00.000-07:00

poet you're a fighter
you're a soul that lifts me higher
'cause you're freein' up the truth
from the walls they've built to hide it
your words are flowin' from your heart
into your fountain pen
they're coming through my speakers
to return to heart again

now I remember seeing you
on Fridays in the day
an air of peace surrounded you
'cause that was just your way
I knew you were a poet
'cause it lives there in your eyes
you possess a beauty
that I can not fail to recognize

saw that you were blowin' up
and man it made me smile
I realized I hadn't seen your face
in such a while
I heard you on the radio
and elevated faders
It's loud, I'm proud to see you now
your life is what you've made it

poet you inspire
all the people to aspire
to be liberated from
all the chains that we've acquired
to educate ourselves so we
can see the world for real
open up our hearts again
allow ourselves to feel

poet it's a blessing
how your rhythms are addressing
all the inequalities
that our society's possessing
your ancestors are smiling
as you tell the world their stories
and you will always have the gift
of love's eternal glory

poet you're a fighter
you're a soul that lifts me higher
'cause you're freein' up the truth
from the walls they've built to hide it
your words are flowin' from your heart
into your fountain pen
they're coming through my speakers
to return to heart again

for Gabriel Teodros

http://www.gabrielteodros.com/

like glass

2007-06-04T22:09:00.000-07:00

I am like the ocean
when the surface is like glass
laying in a patient wait
for another phase to come to pass
in my depths the creatures lurk
consuming one another
everything was born of me
and yet I'm no one's mother

I collect the sunshine's heat
and carry it with currents
I collect the moon and stars
and move with their inertia
I will swell and I will crash
and I will become stormy
I will raise my levels
as the earth continues warming

get caught in my rip-tide
feel my currents pull you in
I'll take you under
then let you surface again

I will hold the answers
to the questions no one's asking
I will be a mirror for
the face that you are masking
I'll reflect upon the sky
I will create clouds
they'll rain tears upon the land
to bring my love into the ground

I will gently rock the boat
that's resting in the twilight
I will sink another
only when I feel the time's right
I will give and I will take
and when the storm has passed
I'll be like the ocean
when the surface is like glass

get caught in my rip-tide
feel my currents pull you in
I'll take you under
then let you surface again

I'm rising like the tide
that's swallowing the shore
I hold so much inside
can't hold it anymore

strange feeling

2007-05-24T19:36:00.000-07:00

It's a strange feeling.

Earlier this morning I was looking at my life, and seeing how far I have come. Had I gotten married several years ago as was planned, I would have had to forsake all that I have accomplished since then to devote myself to a life (and a family) that never fit me. It was undoubtedly the right decision, and yet, I still have fond feelings for the man I was once engaged to. With the Sasquatch Music Festival coming up this weekend I began to reflect on going to the same festival with Ken when we were together. It occured to me that he might be going this year, and I was excited at the possibility of running into him. I gave him a call to see if he would be coming, and left a message on his voicemail. Then I decided to call my Mom to tell her about the assistanceship I was granted for graduate school. My mom was always fond of Ken, so I shared with her the possibility of seeing him this weekend. She thought that would be nice, and agreed that he and my boyfriend Roy would probably like eachother. They are both horn players from Kitsap, and are both Aires. It would also be cool to meet Ken's new girlfriend.
Well, I'm in the middle of this conversation with my mom when Ken calls on the other line. I tell her I'll call her back and answer the other line "hey Kenny." We talk for a while and I tell him about my job at the radio station. He tells me he's not going to Sasquatch and I am disappointed. Then he tells me he's getting married. The first thing I noticed is that it's strange to be hearing this, but the strangeness is quickly replaced by relief. Now I can finally stop feeling guilty about leaving him five months before we were supposed to be married. It's off my shoulders, and now we can finally be friends..... right?
WRONG!
Appearantly the new one has decided that he's not allowed to be in communication with me at all. In fact, he's even thrown away things of mine that were left in the house... things that I thought were safe there. Perhaps I took for granted that we would always be friends... after all, that's what we promised when we broke up. I feel both betrayed and concerned. It seems that after Ken's evil mother chased me away he has decided to marry someone just like her.
I am understandably taken aback. It's like the tables have turned and now he's breaking up with me. His parents actually LIKE her too. Maybe it's because she's as controlling over him as they are. Or perhaps I'm just being bitter and she has a perfectly legitimate point in insisting that he be in the now with her, and not in the past with me. It's just hard for me to understand because I always stay friends with my ex's, and my boyfriend is very understanding of that even though he usually cuts all ties with his.
Anyway I guess it's all just a big cycle.... and maybe I will finaly be able to let go of some of the regrets I have about that relationship. It's just such a strange feeling that I don't know what to do with it. I don't want to call my mom back, because I don't feel like talking about it just now. I'm sure she will understand when she reads this. She is, after all, roodblog's most loyal reader.

Thanks Mom. I'll call you soon.

wind

2007-05-18T23:14:00.001-07:00

The wind is to Ellensburg what the rain is to Seattle. It comes through the mountains and descends upon the valley with vigor. While a good head-wind can nearly double the time it takes me to walk to or from work, it seldom gets really good till after dark. The wind passes quickly through Ellensburg much like its transient population of truckers and college students.
Now that the snow has all melted and spring is unfolding into summer, the afternoon breeze carries the smell of lilac through the air. I breathe it in like it's a sacred tonic for my spirit.
In the morning I walk east toward the sun down a gravel alley way. It has the appearance of an old country road... the kind you'd walk down in Roslyn. It makes me feel more at home and puts me in the right frame of mind to embrace the day ahead of me.
It's funny how my internal compass has changed since I have lived here. As I mentioned before, I walk east in the morning.... only in truth it has always felt like north to me. What is north feels west, west south and so on. I believe it has something to do with the magnetism of the area. Some have suggested that it's because of Mel's hole. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mel's_Hole)
Most likely it's because this little valley is surrounded by rolling hills that all look the same no mater which direction you're facing. Where in Albuquerque I had the Sandia mountains, and in Seattle the water to orient me, here I have nothing but.... but the wind which always blows in from the west like an urgent message from the ocean carrying the smell of lilac into my nostrils as I go about my relatively simple existence.

Like a Spider

2007-04-09T19:12:00.000-07:00

I was sitting on the front porch couch staring at my garden when I saw a large black spider scurry out of the corner to collect a meal from it's web. The spider is a smart one. It has found a very secure home where the two beams supporting the ledge just fail to meet leaving a gap just the right size to comfortably shelter it's resident. Outside the spider has constructed a horizontal net that easily catches everything in it's path. The net is the spiders own front porch, and she, like me is steping out for a spot of fresh air. She goes back inside and moments later an unsuspecting beattle struggling against the Ellensburg winds finds it's way to her steps. As the gusts get stronger the web is filled with seeds and small plant particles. She does not mind though. She has eaten well today, and now there will be something to tuck away for dinner.
I am afraid of this sizable arachnid, and yet I would not dream of killing her. I respect her inginuity. It has been what's allowed her to grow so thick and creepy. I begin to think how, like her, I also cast a net out into the universe to see what I could catch. My persuit of happiness is much like her persuit of sustanance, and we have both managed to find exactly what we didn't know we were looking for.

foggy and clear

2007-03-23T23:14:00.000-07:00

It's as if I have stopped fighting the way life relentlessly twists and turns and stops and jumbs ahead. Nothing surprises me anymore. Everything is at once defeat and victory. We are all far too facinated with ourselves and invested in our own egos. The existential crisis is only a crisis because we assign a feeling of loss to the realization that nothing means anything and that there are no truths but those we create in our mind to help us through the days and nights. I have experienced this as emptiness, but in doing so have failed to recognize the density and beauty that exists in simplicity.

Howdy from nowhere

2007-03-10T13:02:00.000-08:00

My first impression of Ellensburg was that, as a place, it amounts to little more than a truck stop between destinations. Never in my wildest dreams would I have considered it a destination in and of itself. And yet, as the mysterious forces of the universe would have it, I find myself living in this truck stop town trying to discover what lessons this form of existence has to teach me. Before moving to Ellensburg I had lived in Roslyn for about three months, and had found the experience rather pleasing. Roslyn is a much smaller town that Ellensburg, and yet, I did not feel confined by it. Perhaps because it was so small, the people there took great interest in me as a newcomer, and most were overtly friendly. Sitting on barstools, my stories were devoured by people who were not afraid to show their enthusiasm and ask lots of questions. The most common was why I had come to Roslyn.
To be honest, I was never certain I knew the true answer to that question, so I rattled off some vague nonsense about escaping the high pace and traffic of the city to embrace a quieter existence. I am not saying that there is no truth to that, just that it is not the whole truth. The reason for my departure from Seattle would depend upon the mood I was in when asked about it. There were too many reasons to individually list, and at the same time, there was really no reason at all. The question continued to puzzle me until I moved to Ellensburg and it changed shape. I stopped asking myself why I had moved to Roslyn, and started asking why I had left the city I had called home for the last ten years.
I repeated the question so often in my head, re-living the last months of my life in Seattle that I made myself sick. I needed relief from my isolation. I needed to find a few little places in Ellensburg where I could feel comfortable. The public library quickly became the first place where I felt some level of comfort. The librarians were friendly and warm. They exuded an air of openness and passion for quenching the intellectual thirsts of Ellensburg's public. Receiving my library card was to me, the first step toward grasping at new citizenship in a place I still couldn't comprehend living in. Even worse to me than the idea of living in Ellensburg was that at that time I was still commuting to Cle Elum each day, driving thirty miles each way to work the same taco job I'd had in Seattle nearly ten years ago.
As I slapped refried beans onto tortillas, and later tried to peal the same crusted beans from metal pans, I couldn't help wondering how all my education and experience had led me to this miserable existence. Perhaps I should not have trusted that whim to throw myself into the wind…. just look where that wind blew me! I would try to think of the dishwashing as an opportunity to meditate, and see the experience as a lesson in humility. Most of the time I was able to put it all into perspective, but then my nineteen year old boss would yell "when you finish the dishes take out the trash" and return to a sit at a table with her friends to gossip and eat. I took deep breaths and reminded myself that it was only temporary.
After work I would come "home" to a town I was still terribly unfamiliar with. Due to poverty, there was little I could do to try and enjoy my new home, so instead I put my mind to finding a job. Ellensburg may be too large to have the overt friendliness of Roslyn, but at least it had more opportunities for work. I knew that at the very least I would not be forced to work in food service again and I wouldn't have to commute. On my first day off since the move, I put on the cleanest clothes I could dig out of the mess of our closet and set out to look for work. I stopped at the courthouse to see if there were any job postings there, then walked across the street to the bank. The clerk at the bank told me that I could apply online, but I knew I didn't have any money to sit in a wi-fi café and use the Internet. I would simply press on and look for places where I only needed to fill out an application. At that moment I looked up and saw a sign that said, "work source." I walked in, filled out a form, and was allowed to use their computer to print my resume. I pulled it up threw an email and printed copies on resume paper. One of those resumes ultimately succeeded in landing me a job, though I think at least some of the credit belongs to the experiences listed, and not just the fancy paper.
The woman at Work Source seemed very interested in helping me, and wanted to know the details of my situation so she could be of more assistance. I told her that I had this was my first day in Ellensburg. At some point in the conversation I mentioned I was hungry. The truth was, that it was the end of the month and I'd used up all my food stamps. She could see by the desperation I must have been exuding that I was not exaggerating. She called the local food bank and told them she was sending me over. I walked over to the Methodist church across from the library and was given a box of food consisting mainly of canned food and industrial generic bulk items. The box was incredibly heavy, and I had to carry it fifteen blocks to get it home.
My injured back agonized for the first ten blocks. I staggered down the street setting the heavy burden down every twenty feet to momentarily relieve the burning ache. As I approached the corner of University and Water, a woman in an SUV noticed me struggling and offered me a ride home. I was truly grateful for her kindness. She pulled up to our house just as Roy was getting home from work. He gave me a strange look that I knew meant he was upset that I had "hitch-hiked" again. I brought my bounty inside to show him and we began to concoct that night's dinner from its contents. It would be the first food I'd had in almost two days.
Catty-corner from the food bank I had seen a sign for a radio station in the doorway of business complex. I thought it would be strange to walk in with a box of food and ask for a job, so I decided I'd come back with one of the fancy resumes I'd just printed on my next day off. When I did, found the owner (Jack) there alone spray painting file cabinets inside. He was impressed with my experience, but I will not deny for a moment that part of his interest also seemed to be in the physical package that experience came in. It didn't bother me. His flirty nature instantly revealed his humanity to me, and I felt very comfortable in his presence.
After hours of conversation he asked me if I really wanted to work there, and I replied by saying "no, I just came in here to huff paint." He smiled and asked me to come back in two days to meet with him and the stations two employees to pitch my ideas. I was working there the following week. The pay was little more than I had made slinging burritos, and I was working less than 20 hours per week. I had been so excited for this job, that I became very depressed when I realized it would not improve my financial situation at all. I'd decided to take a second job one day a week at the local cable station in Roslyn. I'd have enough to get by, but nothing left over to pay off bills.

Before we had made our move from Roslyn, I had sent my resume to the general manger of the college radio station KCWU. When I visited the station an employee told me that most positions were volunteer and were reserved for students. I would not be a student till fall, so I didn't expect anything to come of it. Shortly after beginning my work with KQBE, the manager of KCWU (Chris) called me for an interview. We had spoken briefly before, and he had mentioned that he was taking a leave of absence to do relief work in New Orleans. I came in and was interviewed with intensity. When it was over, they asked if I could give them ten minutes and come back. I thought it must be a good sign. When I came back, they offered me the job of Interim Station Manager. I was ecstatic.
The next day I went in to KQBE at 8am to co-host the tail end of the morning show with Tom. During a long set of music, Jack came into the studio and looked at me strangely. "Are you awake?" He said. I asked him if he'd be around for a while because I needed to talk to him. "You're not leaving already are you?" I told him about the job offer I had received the previous day, and how I couldn't refuse because it was more money than I had ever made, and would look great on my resume. He understood, but being a catholic was obliged to give me a guilt trip. "Jillian, you are bringing up all my abandonment issues." The next day he told me that he'd love to have me back full time when Chris returned from his adventure. Before I left KQBE, I managed to network with two local high schools to create a partnership with the station giving kids in the area an opportunity to create public service announcements and youth events calendars to share with the whole community.

That Sunday, Roy treated me to breakfast at a dennyesque restaurant called Perkins. I ordered strawberry waffles with loads of whipped cream and a side of eggs sunny side up. The waffles were fantastic, but I couldn't eat the eggs because the whites were not cooked and had the consistency of mucus. During the course of our meal, I decided that I wanted to go to the truck stop next door and study the cultural objects I found within it. I readied my notebook, while Roy winced at the idea of being seen with me while I walked around the mart taking notes. He worried that somebody might arrest me, but nobody seemed to notice. Perhaps the employees thought I was a secret shopper.

The short list of what I found inside the truck stop goes something like this:

o Self extinguishing ashtrays
o Maps and bulbs
o Hot dogs
o Tire thumpers (resembling small baseball bats)
o Pin ball machines
o DVD's, CD's, and audio book rentals
o Diesel Treat fuel conditioner
o Portable 12 volt everything
o Glass figurines of unicorns, kittens, and American flag clad electric guitars
o Velvet coloring folders (to keep the kids busy on road-trips)
o Bendable novelty animals with hearts (for Valentines day)
o US Army postcards
o Travel sized everything
o And best of all…the "Howdy From Nowhere" Ellensburg souvenir snow globe.

Fascination

2007-03-04T19:23:00.000-08:00

The following post was transcribed from a musical jam session I had with my friend Dallas and several of his friends from popular bands such as The Morning After Girls, and The Dandy Warhols. Of course, Dallas was kind enough not to tell me who they were at the time because it would have made me even more nervous about singing in front of people than I already was. I was not told ahead of time that I would be singing at all, so I had to pull lyrics from my head as the music in the room inspired me. I was rather shy, so many of the vocals were difficult for me to interpret from the MP3's Dallas made me. In such cases, I tried to meditate on what was on my mind that night, and in many cases, I invented new lyrics where the original words were indistinguishable due to my lack of projection and annunciation. The session took place shortly after my return from Ecuador in April of 2006. I had been working night and day to edit footage from the jungle into something presentable for a film festival I was presenting at. I hadn't slept more than a couple hours a night for three weeks, and in my delirious state of being I just went into a meditation and let words flow from my self unfiltered by concsious thought. Anyway, here is what I came up with.

fascination
I feel I'm under pressure
I've been trying to save the earth
I've been dying for rebirth

fascination
I feel I'm under a deep sensation
when you told me life is hard
I want to love you but my heart is scarred

fascination
feel my heart is under sedation
can't seem to find the truth
by focusing on the past

fascination
this is such a crazy sensation
I'm feeling scared and a little frozen
then I see it's the path I've chosen

fascination
this is such a crazy location
I want to flee to a civilization
that's never been cause it never was

someone's putting their eyes on me
I turn myself around so I can see
all the bounties that have been lost
'cause the companies ignore the cost
doing for business what business takes
quite a path for a president

falling into a web of extremists
and wealthy white men
tranquility is my gift
this is all that I have within me
this is all that I have within me
this is everything

tranquility is my gift
passion is the voice that guides me
tranquility is my gift
passion is the force that's within me

fascination
this is such a crazy sensation
I'm obsessed with a place so far away

got my head so deep in the jungle
got my mind wrapped around a lie that lives
got my head so deep in the jungle
got my mind on a truth that has to give

fascination
feel like I've been under sedation
and now I see that I have begun it
I thought I was lost but now I've found it

hey you, where you going?
hey you, what time have you found?
feel vibrations under your feet now
dig your roots into solid ground

hold it up to the light to see through it
there are places I'd rather be
expect the night to consume all my worries
asking truth to come permeate me

I'm not so lost that I would follow you
couldn't find the innocence I had
wishing I could hold onto something
there's nothing left of what wasn't meant to be had.

Sentimentality

2007-02-01T16:06:00.000-08:00

On sunday Roy and I got all my things from my storage unit in Seattle and moved into our new house in Ellensburg. At first we put all the boxes (most of which haven't been unpacked for the last five moves or so) into our spare bedroom to be dealt with at a leisurely pace. However, last night Roy decided that we should bring them all into the living room to force us to unpack, sort, put away and/or get rid of all the crap I've been carrying around with me for years. Watching him tackle my boxes with his perfectly logical sorting method makes me realize why I have never been able to conquer the stacks myself. You see, when I go through these boxes, it's like being flung head first in to a pile of memories. I can tell by the contents which move a particular box was packed during. Old letters and momentos jostle me back and forth between different stages of my life. Photographs of old lovers make me think of patterns that I can't be certain I am not still repeating. I relive all the beutiful moments... the disappointments... the heartaches, and the moments of inspiration. At 28 it feels as if I have lived a thousand life times. As I sort and discharge posessions, I consider what my family and friends might learn about me from what I kept if I were to die tomorrow. Then I think that maybe by sorting through everything, I will also be forced to sort through the longings and the regrets to unburden my psyche. I am greatful for Roy's approach. Perhaps I will be able at last to reconcile some of the contradictory aspects of my personality and find a balance in my relationships and my life.

life after death cont.

2007-01-27T16:54:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling rather cozy in my velour pants and Roy's oversized sweatshirt as I sit in the room we are currently sharing and spend quality time with the six dogs who are coming in and out for little doses of affection. I am the only human in the house at the moment, and the solitude and stillness is appreciated. After making a visit to the hospital the other night, It's been determined that I have an advanced bladder infection. It explains what I thought were several isolated incidences of random illness. Now I have two days off, and I am taking advantage of the opportunity to rest and heal. Still, there is so much that I need to be doing, and my illness and fatigue are only getting in the way. It seems there is always something pressing and deadlines hanging over my head. It certainly doesn't make it any easier that I have to pee every ten minutes.

Last night I managed to drag myself out of the house to go to a party at my friend Magenta's house. Magenta is one of the most fantastic people I have come across in Roslyn, or anywhere. We met one night at the brick after I first came into town, and before my second trip to Ecuador. I had been out with my friend Brent earlier, and time had distorted, as it's known to do here. When he dropped me off at my house, I was sure it was nearly 2am. It felt like the end of the night, and I was appropriately ready for bed. However when I got home and discovered it was only 9:30 at night, I suddenly got a second wind and walked into town. When I got there, the place was relatively empty, as if I hadn't been the only one to experience the time shift.

Brent walks in and is surprised to see me there. "I thought you were going to bed?" I strike up a conversation while I'm ordering a drink, then, abruptly pause it to listen to the woman singing across the bar. She's singing Summer Time, the tune my Dad whistled everywhere he went. It's always been one of my favorites. In fact I sang it for my final exam in a voice class I took in college. She sings it perfectly, and I have to introduce myself. For the rest of the night, Magenta and I sang together. We left the bar and went to my house to sing for each other, read lyrics and listen to music. Then I left for Ecuador and didn't see her again for nearly a month.

My time in Roslyn has been short, but significant. Tomorrow after work I will drive to Ellensburg to get the keys for our new house. We'll have to go to Seattle this weekend and clear out my storage shed. We had to sell my truck to get the money for first/last and deposit, so we're not sure where we're going to get the money for gas to get there, or to rent a U-haul. My mom sent us a check to help…. I just hope it gets here by Saturday.

Now that we have managed to find a house that we can reasonable expect to afford, with a fenced yard for our pack I am starting to look forward to the changes that are rapidly approaching. Of course the move itself will be dreadful, and Roy and I will both have to work the following morning. In other words, we're not out of the woods yet, but by Valentines Day we should be all settled in. The radio station in Ellensburg is looking for a new DJ, and I'm hoping that I will be the one. The job would be perfect for me, and I perfect for it. I just realized that I'm almost as horny as I am hungry. I think I'm going to take my food stamps and go to the grocery store, since buying food at a restaurant is simply not an option at the moment. I'll take care of the other business later if Roy is up to it despite his cold.

life after death cont.

2007-01-23T17:43:00.000-08:00

With one move down, and another soon to come, I am again reminded of why I had the words "here" and "now" tattooed on my arms. At the time I had just moved in with my then lover Chrisopher Blue. It was January 2005, and it was my forth move since the previous April when I left my fiancé to reclaim my independence. After a five-year relationship with relative stability, I was again flung into the chaos I had once left behind. I often awoke not knowing where I was. I didn't know who was making sounds around me. Was I in the home that my fiancé and I had bought together? Had all of this been a dream? This disorientation gave me great anxiety. I began writing those two words on the inside of my wrists everyday to remind me that no matter where I had gone I was still here, and that there was no use dwelling on the past or worrying about the future. I am here and it is now.

Chrisopher went with me to get the tattoos. We went to our friend Ian who had done all of Chrisophers work. It felt like I was turning a new leaf. I was moving in with the man I loved after we had spent the holidays traveling by car up and down the California coast. He had been so afraid before to admit that he loved me, and now he had asked me to move into his apartment with him. Getting inked, I felt, was a perfect way to devote myself to this time I was living in… this time with him.

Of course that time passed and led to this one. Life with Chrisopher fluctuated regularly between ecstatic and miserable. We brought out the best and the worst of each other until the worst became unbearable. Chrisopher moved to California to live among the red woods, and I ran away to South America twice before settling down in the quiet mountain town of Roslyn.

The tattoos on my arms represent an ideal that I hold logically, but have difficulty obtaining. They function as a reminder…. a reminder that now in the throws of winter I only see in the shower. In fact, as I think about it, my other tattoos are also concepts that I understand and yet cannot accept. The very first one came about on the day after my 18th birthday. The night before I had bought a pack of cigarettes, visited a porn shop, and done almost anything I could think of that had been illegal for me to do before. Then I went to go see Bob Dylan at the Kiva Auditorium and smoked a joint on stage with him while looking down in the crowd at my high school English teacher.

I went with my friend Kevin (aka Kaos) to the Route 66 fine line tattoo parlor because he said he knew the owner and could get me a deal. The artist working that day was an attractive young man whose face lit-up when he saw me. "I know you…. you're that girl that smoked me out last night at the Dylan concert." For twenty dollars he tattooed a black sun with eight distinctive rays on my back. I had chosen this symbol because it represented chaos. Since I moved out of my parent's house at 16, my life had been chaotic. I had studied chaos theory and felt it was time to embrace its force over all things. Still accepting the results of chaos on my life proved difficult. I continued to live it, create it, and despise it.

My second tattoo was a tribute to my dead father. In his life, he had worked many jobs, and was once given the nickname "Rood Dog" by a group of construction men he had worked with at Intel in Rio Rancho New Mexico. The name stuck, and when my father took work over seas, he addressed all his letters to me "to Littlepaw" and signed his name using a paw-print. I had the paw print placed on my right ankle to honor his life, and my connection to him. Despite the tattoo, accepting my fathers death proved to be as if not more difficult that embracing chaos or living in the present moment.

It seems there are so many things my mind can conceive of that I can't seem to actualize in my life. My mind is a factory of thoughts and ideas that are being produced 24 hours a day. When I am awake I stare off into the distance to hear my thoughts. In sleep they surface in bizarre and complicated dreamscapes. It is never quite. There is never peace. I still wake up wondering where I am and which portions of my life have been a dream. There is nothing I can fully accept as fact. There is nothing that is impossible. All that is real is chaos and loss, and I am trapped in its past and afraid for its future.

Sometimes I feel it is my frustrated ambitions that make me crazy. It is the ideas that I never found the energy to pursue that fill my dreams, and the exhaustion that kept me from them that haunts my waking life. Perhaps, in a body that were not as wrecked as mine has become, my busy mind could be satisfied with manic spells of great productivity. However, chronic pain has skewed my bi-polar disorder to favor depression over mania for pure lack of energy. When the mania does surface, it usually results in nothing more than a sleepless night and a rapid pulse. I wonder how I will achieve greatness with all the obstacles I have collected to carry with me. I wonder if it is possible that I will be healthy again in my lifetime.

I am sitting across form the food court in the student union building at Central Washington University. With my own belly full of noodles and sweet and sour chicken, I watch as students choose from the five varieties of grease delivery systems posing as food. Once a week I sit here for approximately two and a half hours while Roy goes to his class on renewable energy. I could stay home if I wanted, but I like to take the opportunity to read, and write, and be alone in public. I prefer to sit upstairs where there are comfy chairs and couches, but this evening I was forced out by the horrible music emanating from the "Campus Crusade for Christ" that is going on in the ball room.

I have to wonder why they chose the word "Crusade" for their event. Are they not aware of how bloody and (pardon the expression) god-awful the crusades were for the victims it claimed? Could they possibly be implying that were it not illegal they would hunt and kill every person on this campus whose way of seeing the world differs from their own? Do they think that Jesus Christ would be honored to have such horrors committed in his name?

I'm currently in the process of applying for graduate school here at CWU. Having graduated from UW in Seattle, I can hide my sense of superiority from everyone but myself. I am months away from beginning school here, and I am already board with the campus and its relatively homogeneous student population. I hope that as a grad student, I will be too busy to be annoyed by this place. I hope that my classmates will be as separate from these loud obnoxious undergrads as I feel right now. I hope that among the truck stops and cow-patties of Ellensburg I will somehow find an intellectual community that will satisfy my yearning for educational stimulation. I grow weary of writing, and decide to return to the novel I am reading: "Skinny Legs and All" by Tom Robbins.

fire.

2007-01-15T17:32:00.000-08:00

burning with a fire
there's no where to go but forward
looking through the tunnel
for a light to canter toward
holding on to what is left
'cause there won't be no more
and living is an expense
that I can't even afford

burning with a fire
that has yet to be extinguished
from masses lost to apathy
I try to be distinguished
what is lost when flames go out
is so hard to relinquish
the work that there is left to do
no one will ever finish

burning with a fire
that is raging on inside me
shedding all the masks that they
have painted on to hide me
waiting for the bells to toll
to see who stands beside me
waiting for a sigh to give me hope
and love to guide me

burning with a fire
I can make it if I try
even though some times
I feel so tired I could die
and when exhaustion is enough
to make me shake and cry
I know there is no answer
thus no reason to ask why

Life after death continued....

2007-01-13T14:25:00.000-08:00

It is a cold and blustery winter night. Outside the rapid winds blow the foot and a half or so of fresh powdery snowfall into places it normally doesn't fall. The front porch of the house I'm living in is covered in it, and a thin layer of ice is beginning to form on the high traffic areas. In the last days of my nearly four month stretch of unemployment, I have taken to reading the pile of unread novels and non-fictions I had rescued from my storage unit weeks ago. I find myself consuming the stories within their pages like an addict consumes their drug of choice. When I have finished one, I am pleased, and yet unsatisfied and must quickly begin another. The perspectives of the narrators, the characters they describe, and the lessons inherent in their anecdotes swirl around in my mind making it difficult for me to sleep at night. When my night time meds kick in and drown me in drowsiness, the images left behind in my psyche begin to weave themselves into dreams that make me want to sleep late into the afternoon in order to grasp the lesson they are trying to teach me.

Tomorrow I must move out of the vacation home I have been occupying to allow the owners their vacations. Because of my circumstances, I will move in with Roy and his room mate John (also known as "Wagon"). John is a kind animal loving individual, as he would have to be to be so calm about the chaos that is rapidly approaching his domicile. I myself have two dogs. Lili is a pudgy blonde mix that at the very least involves Beagle and Shar Pei. She is the smallest, but also the oldest at approximately 6 years. Before she was rescued from the pound in Austin Texas by Chrisopher, (the heart-breaker), she had given birth to several litters of puppies. The tattoo placed between her large pink utters is to serve as a warning to any future shelter that she has indeed been spayed. Because she got it at the pound, I affectionately refer to it as her "prison tat." Most of her nick-names (and she has many) are food products like "corn-dog" "sausage" "snausage" and "pancake."
Lili's sister Guinta is not any older than 2, and is a mix between a Rottwieler and a German Shepard. Her name comes from my time in the jungle of Ecuador, and is the native Huaorani word for Dog. So yes, essentially I have a dog named "dog," but it's an odd enough name that it makes for a great conversation started at the dog park. One of her many nicknames is BDD. It alternately stands for Big Dumb Dog, and Behavioral Disorder Dog. Perhaps it was her chewing habit, or her love of fresh garbage that landed her in and out of shelters before she came to live with me. I knew that others had failed to love her enough to allow her to continue shredding their precious belongings every day, but to me, nothing was more precious than her obvious desire to please me. In addition, she is very respectful of my two cats. On her first visit, my eldest cat Leo went to check her out, and as he entered the room she bowed. He gave me his approval, and I signed the adoption papers. I have even caught her and my enormous female cat Luna almost snuggling on several occasions.

Roy also has a dog. Her name is Sage, and like Guinta, she is a Rottwieler mix. Roy keeps saying her other breed is Labrador, but she is much smaller than the Rott/Lab mixes I've met in the past, and she has a little white cream puff on her chest to match her single white paw. By her size and intelligence, I have to assume she's some kind of collie. Sage is already familiar with two of the other three dogs that will be present at Wagons. Shady is another older female… the first Lili (the alpha bitch) will have encountered in their own territory. Each of her eyes is pale blue on top, and brown on the bottom giving her stare the look that earned her such an ominous name. She is older than Lili, and her arthritis makes her snappy. Her bark is piercing, but she is otherwise a relatively gentle dog. Other than my cats having to adjust to a house with six dogs, the relationship between Shady and Lili is what I worry most about.

I have been procrastinating. As I always do with change, I deny they are happening until I am in its throws and can deny it no longer. I put on a CD of Jack Kerouac reciting prose in front of a jazz band as if to distract myself from my own nostalgia by borrowing his. I struggle at first with the shear magnitude of dirty dishes before me, but as they become more manageable I go into a Zen like state and zone out. The music reminds me of Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, and I wonder what else Jack Kerouac and Fred Rogers had in common. Later I'm packing up my portable hard drive, mini DV tapes and cables trying not to think about all the work I had planned to get done here, and how much still needs to be done. I try not to think that this fire burning in the woodstove will be the last I light here…. that my evening romp with Roy before he left for his second shift may be our last in this bed….that these boxes I'm packing will be unpacked and packed again in a matter of months. Leo jumps on the table and shoves his furry head into my face, as if he has heard my mental plea for distraction.

Life after death

2006-12-16T12:45:00.000-08:00

Every sociologist should experiment with altering their universe from time to time to observe another way of life and get perspective. Since I returned from Ecuador in October, I have been living in the tiny mountain town of Roslyn Washington. The town had it's proverbial "fifteen minutes of fame" in the 1990's when it became the set for the network series "Northern Exposure." In fact, that was why I first came to visit in 1997. However, it was not the program, but the town itself that kept me coming back periodically over the years that I lived in Seattle. On that first visit, I went into an ice cream parlor that was situated where the furniture store is now. There, standing at the counter I saw a woman who (though I'd never seen her before) had an intense familiarity about her. She saw me too, and felt the same. Though neither of us could explain it, the two of us embraced eachother as though we were seeing a long lost friend. Later that day, a local kid told me that I would end up living here some day, and that ultimately I would die here. I didn't think he was saying this to scare me, but rather to inform me. I never thought I would actually live here. After all, I was an urbanite through and through. Since moving to Seattle, I had fallen in love with the diversity and the culture. I had benefited from the opportunites the city had to offer, and had become immersed in the music and arts scene. To me, a town like Roslyn was simply a nice little get away not too far from the city.

So, how did I end up here?
When I left Ecuador the first time, I had changed. Living with the Quechua and the Huaorani gave me new perspective on life. I began to question our lives of convienince. I began to see how having the city at my fingertips had kept me from seeing the things in life that were really important. The city's vibration fell out of sync with my own. I began to see that the abundance of the city was making me weak. I needed to get away.
So, I woke up one Saturday, threw my dogs in the car and started driving. I didn't know where I was going. I headed south on I-5 for a while till I saw an exit for a highway I'd never traveled on before. I followed the winding two lane highway till it merged with I90 and I found myself heading toward Roslyn. It had been a while since my last visit, so I decided to go have some lunch and let my dogs run around in the woods. When I got here, I met a few locals who decided to celebrate my arrival with a spontaneous barbeque. The rapid pace of my city existance slowed for a moment, till I tore myself away and returned to Seattle. I started to come out every weekend. The summer was coming to an end, but the weather was still warm and inviting. My hounds and I were welcomed to stay with my new friend Brent, and we enjoyed our little get aways.
However, as I prepared to leave my position at SCAN, and for my October trip to Ecuador, I was unable to visit Roslyn. Sucked back in to the demands of the city, I started to lose sight of what it is that is truely important to me.

From there began the painful process of letting go. I had to let go of the job that was the center of my universe.... all the programs I'd created, and young people I had built relationships with. My work had been the thing that had kept me going, even when my heart and hopes were broken from loving a man that I could not help. I had to let go of the house he and I had shared, and the memories and the shattered illusions. I had to let go of my home.... my friends.... my idea of who I was and what I could be. Everything had to go. It felt like dying.

My first weeks in Roslyn were difficult. I struggled with my attachments. I thought of what I was giving up. I fretted over the uncertainty of what was to come. I sat alone in an old coal miners house trying to master the wood-stove. I paced back and forth afraid for the state of my mind. In town, I felt both acceptance and rejection. I was not certain I would ever fit in here. To make things worse, my dogs were quickly 86ed from the dog friendly tavern in town. Without them, I would not have my instant conversation starters. I would not have the sense of security that their furry little faces give me when they are near. I avoided that tavern because of my embarrassment for their behavior, and went into isolation mode. I honestly felt as though my broken heart had killed me, and my soul was hanging in limbo.

Despite the depression I was falling into, I continued to wake up every morning and try to make progress. I knew that at four everyday, my one and only friend in Roslyn, Brent, would be at the brick downing his screwdrivers. Because of his routine, I found my own. Usually, I'd sleep as late as I could, then take my laptop to the coffee shop (lefties) and try to get some work done. At four I would go see Brent and cling to him till it was time to sleep again. I was increadibly lonely, but because of the constant struggle in my mind, I was not ready to look for companionship. In fact it caught me completely off guard when one night at the brick I met smiles with one Roy Alan Crowe.

I was having a smoke on the the back patio when I looked down at the men loading wood into the basement of the Brick. Roy looked up, our eyes met, and we both smiled. I finished my cigarette and went home to let my dogs out. When I got back Roy and Brent were sitting together at the bar. I tried to play it cool. I knew I didn't want to date anybody in this town, and was confident that my resolve would hold up. Brent invited us both to his house to eat a duck his room mate had shot that afternoon. I have no taste for duck, but still I agreed to head over. After dinner, and a movie which we all chatted through and barely watched, I consented to giving Roy a ride home.

In the truck on the way to his house, Roy looked at me with his cute face and his big blue eyes and told me he wanted to be a rock star. I flashed back to all the self proclaimed "rock stars" I'd dated in the past and felt sick. My flirty smile left my lips and I growled at him that he had just lost any points he may have had. Not knowing how to respond to my sudden hostility, he got quite, and I dropped him off and went home.

Later that week, I needed to purchase something or another from the local sundries shop, so I walked into town. Upon entering the shop, I saw Roy standing behind the counter. I was immediately relieved to know that he could easily be found there. We talked in a flirty manner for a while, and I left to go about my business in town. The next day, I was sitting in the same chair I'm writing from now at Lefties when Roy finished his shift at Central Sundries and came in for some coffee. The internet was down, and I couldn't get the work done that I needed to, so he offered to take me to Cle Elum to another place he knew of with a reliable wireless connection.

Two months later, Roy and I are considering that trip to Cle Elum our first date. We hung out all afternoon, and when he had to go run the audio board that night at the Brick, I went with him to talk to the owner about filming the bands that play there. As the night wore on, I felt too tired to stay around so I said goodbye to Roy and headed home. I took my night time meds, and went to bed. Several hours later, when the band had finished and the bar had closed, Roy found his way to my front door. Having woken me up from a sound drug-enduced sleep, I stumbled to the door and let him in. We sat on the couch and awkwardly conversed for the next hour or so till I couldn't hold my eyelids open any longer. I went into my room to lay down, and he came in to give me a hug and say good night. I was impressed that he didn't attempt to take advantage of my sedation and climb in bed with me. The next morning I left for Seattle.

to be continued.....

Just outside of Paradise

2006-09-21T17:20:00.000-07:00

just outside of paradise
is where they shot you down
you point your pistol to the sky
and plant your feet into the ground
and break the silence of the night
just to hear the sound
'cause you just can't imagine why
there's no mercy to be found

Love
Light
and Liberation

Love
Light
and Liberation

Love
Light
and Liberation

Love
Light
and Liberation

just outside of paradise
you held it in your gaze
but it's so hard to reach it when
your lost inside this wicked maze
and you thought you were counting stars
when you were counting days
but no one would have ever thought
that you'd be taken out this way

singing:

Love
Light
and Liberation

Love
Light
and Liberation

Love
Light
and Liberation

Love
Light
and Liberation

just outside of paradise
the ones you left behind
take deep breaths and close their eyes
and try to free their minds
remembering the way you were
so beautiful and kind
the peace that you were looking for
is what we hope you'll find

Love
Light
and Liberation

Love
Light
and Liberation

Love
Light
and liberation

Love
Light
and Liberation

REST IN PEACE BROTHER E.

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2006-09-20T15:54:00.000-07:00

The mind is the center of the living being. It is the perceiver, and translator of information. It is always working to organize and collect the knowledge we need to move through our lives and relate to the world around us. What is similar about our minds is that they all have a method of visualization. Every person's mind conjures up abstract images to comprehend complex concepts such as the flow of time. However, every mind is unique in how that image represents itself because something like time cannot be documented in a uniform way. Yes of course, there is the clock, and the calendar…. the standards for measurement of time. But how each person experiences the flow of time varies, and thus our mental pictures are inevitably egocentric.
For much of my life I have viewed the flow of time as a straight line that flowed up a slight grade from the beginning of time till the end of the 1970's. In the late 70's time curved to the right and flowed horizontally through the 80's till it came to the 90's at which point it curved left again and continued in the direction it had always gone, only at a different longitude. Of course in the context of my own cognitive development this concept of the flow of time makes perfect sense. Still I am aware that the flow of time was not diverted by my birth and redirected as I Living in the "present moment" is the goal of meditation. It is what many enlightened people strive to do in their daily lives. It is a nearly impossible destination that we live in and yet continually fail to experience. It requires focus and concentration, and yet the only way to get there is to not try at all. It is a concept that is difficult for our mind to categorize because it is constantly in motion. In fact, the mere attempt to ignore the past and future inevitably draws our mind to those forbidden places where we continue to fight against our own fixations. So if the present moment is truly all that there is, then why is it so difficult to grab a hold of?
My new visualization of time as a single dot has led me to believe that the present moment is no more real than the past and the future. In fact they are all the same moment. We could not have arrived in the present moment without the experiences of our past or our trajectory into the future. To invalidate the past and ignore the future is to deny the present moment the context that makes it so unique and special.
As I sit here and write in this moment, I am simultaneously the person I was, the person I am, and the person I will become. I am the child who felt empathy for inanimate objects, I am the writer contemplating her truth, and I am the traveler who will seek out new perspective by leaving behind all comfort and familiarity. Trying to distinguish this moment from all those that brought me here, and all of those to come no longer seems like a path to enlightenment, but rather another distraction from the relative meaninglessness of our definitions of time.
Lately I have been remembering. I have been rediscovering moments that I had thought were gone forever that seem to have some relevance to where I currently find myself. The experience has reminded me that all of these moments including this one right here, exist only in my mind. To beat myself up for reflecting on the past or pondering the future is as lethal to my peace of mind as failing to recognize the present moment could ever be. If all of time is a single moment than what has happened, what is happening, and what will happen are all occurring at once, and the boundaries we place around moments are as arbitrary as national borders. All of time is as tiny as an atom, and as expansive as our infinite universe. It is all there is, and it is nothing.

?

2006-09-01T23:49:00.000-07:00

fatal frustration and stubborn resistance
are making me ponder my very existence
looking into all the things I'm afraid of
gaining the strength to show them what I'm made of
and all of the walls that they've built up around me
can not succeed at their goal to impound me
and when I take flight there'll be nothing to ground me
high as a kite on the love that surrounds me

light

2006-08-06T16:36:00.000-07:00

There's a light that shines in the darkness
there's a darkness covering the light
I was trying to reach out for something
but what I grabbed ahold of wasn't right
there's a voice misguiding the people
telling us that things are what we need
we are so consumed with consumption
we don't even recognize our greed
we will take the world as our prisoner
we'll surrender only to ourselves
we will wash the blood from our hands now
while we revel in god-given wealth
I'll reject the ways of the system
I will say out loud I've had enough
nothing here is making me happy
I can not fill my emptiness with stuff

I close my eyes to see through the lies now
Open up my heart to feel the truth
we're all in the same situation
I was never seperate from you
we were born to live from the sweet earth
we have taken more than what we need
some are dying cause they've over eaten
others starve 'cause there's nothing to eat
we have thrown the world out of balance
we have built a wall to hide behind
we throw stones at brothers and sisters
just because they do not share our mind

I'm the girl who waits on the sidelines
no one knows I plan to change the game
I'll rewrite the rules if I want to
'cause the ones we're playing by are lame
I will fight to level the play field
I will give a voice to those you hush
you can't buy me out with your money
the only thing I really need is love

Fluid Transitions

2006-07-07T04:59:00.000-07:00

The power to keep me from sleeping at night
sitting in darkness just pondering light
waiting in shadows to keep myself hidden
doing the best with the gifts I've been given

There was a time I was lost in a haze
consumed by what others were thinking
making my way like a rat in a maze
caught in the quicksand and sinking

I have been frightened by beautiful things
I have avoided contentment
I have felt love like the binding of strings
turning all joy to resentment

Now I am coming around to the truth
that fear only owns what I give it
and beauty exists everywhere that I look
and life will unfold as I live it

winding my way down the path I have taken
staring off into the distance
what once lay in sleep has now been awakened
I have begun my resistance

tenderness comes from the love that I feel
floating as soft as the breeze
giving me peace and a new found belief
growing inside as I breathe

gravity's taking us all on a journey
through light years of distance and time
we are all travelers asleep at the wheel
free but still feeling confined

frightened by nightmares twisting our dreams
hiding from our full potential
distracting ourselves with the meaningless things
that keep us from what is essential

So I'll walk away and leave it behind me
finally finding my place
I'm just a small composition of cells
spinning through infinite space

photos

2006-06-03T23:40:00.000-07:00

Gratitude

2006-06-02T21:32:00.000-07:00

It is amazing to me that the last time I posted it was to express fear for what has proven to be the most amazing experience of my life. There is no way I could have imagined the peace I would find in the jungle. To live amongst people who have no sense of urgency, no greed, no vanity, no jealousy..... To experience a life that is in such complete harmony with its surroundings.... It has helped me to discover that what has been diagnosed as a chemical imbalance, is in all acutuality a cultural imbalance. Since I returned I have thrown myself into editing the footage of the Huaorani into a documentary that has already managed to find it's way to the spotlight. It's all happening so fast, but it's so fantastic that I can only surrender to my good fortune and try to live up to the responsibility I have taken on. And as all this awesome positivity comes flowing into my life, I have begun to recognize how each person who has ever believed in me has brought me to this moment. I now have the opportunity to contribute to a global effort to fight the oil and timber companies that are destroying our planet and help to preserve a culture that has deeply touched my heart with their genuine strength and grace. I have an opportunity and a responsibility to follow this passion that I feel by using the tools and skills that I have learned in this life. Every moment has led to now, and I am greatful to be here.

this is it

2006-04-08T04:12:00.000-07:00

I am about to embark on the adventure of a life time. I will be traveling by three passenger plane to the heart of the Amazon Rain Forest to live with the Huaorani people. I am excited..... but honestly, I am more afraid than I can ever remember being before.

something gone, something gained

2006-03-23T12:59:00.000-08:00

holding it up to the light to see through it
there are some places that I'd rather be
expecting the night to consume all my worries
asking for truth to come permiate me
looking for creatures that live in the dark woods
waiting in silence to feel some relief
holding it in I'm afraid to release it
not certain that I'll match the strength of this grief
taking a walk just to losen my body
taking a nap cause I feel overwhelmed
taking a break from persuit of loves conquest
listening only for absence of sound
I have been trying to find peace in a war zone
I have been lying to cover my fears
there is a mold that been growing in my mind
blurring the lines that distinguish the years
and memories hide undernieth for safe keeping
surfacing only when needed
and patterns appear in mosaics before me
only when they've been repeated
now I have been free from the threads that control me
I have lived naturally under the sky
I have embraced what has brought me to this time
savoring it as it passes me by
these are the stories that can not be written
there's an awareness that comes from the stars
there is a magic that flows from our mother
everything's hers that we have claimed as ours
I have held hands that were darker than my own
I have kissed lips that were full like the moon
I have braved jungles just looming with dangers
traveled down rivers in dug-out canoes
I have found peace with the dawning of sunlight
I've bathed in waterfalls under it's rays
I have seen right through all the lies of our culture
chosing a life based on how much it pays
I will go forward in any direction
I will cry out like a wolfe in the night
I see the beauty that shouldn't be wasted
I will join into the peacemakers fight

rainbows

2006-03-18T19:08:00.000-08:00

the folk singers sing about butterflies
and traveling places by train
rainbows and sunshine and stars in the sky
and how we're all one and the same
but under my clothing my body is bruised
behind all my silence is fear
and though it may seem we're together in this
things are not what they appear
and I'm growing weary of holding it in
but I can not sing to a crowd
the things that I am most needing to say
are things I could not say outloud
'cause I'm being chased and persued by a demon
no matter how far I can go I can't leave him
and he is a shadow that keeps me from sunshine
looming above me creating these dark times
but I'm growing wings so that I can fly
leaving him down on the earth
and take all the lessons that I've learned from him
for whatever it is that they're worth

danger

2006-03-16T22:33:00.000-08:00

do not play in on or around
there is danger in what you are doing
there is a hole in what was solid ground
that is filled with what people have ruined
and the light in the sky doesn't burn quite as bright
through the haze of the cloud we've created
and compassion's the only salvation for those
who have only known passion in hatred

loneliness connects us all
because we fail to see
that we are not alone in that
we share life energy

so what of the land is still virgin and pure,
what haven't we raped with machines?
we're long past the point where we've gone way too far
now nothing will ever be clean
and some of us try, but not hard enough
most just don't bother at all
then there are those who are flaunting their waste
just to prove to you they've got it all

loneliness connects us all
because we fail to see
that we are not alone in that
we share life energy

patchwork

2006-02-23T23:12:00.000-08:00

the sky was the limit
but now it's descending
and all of the plans
I was making are pending
and winter's persistent
with percipatation
and I'm filling up
like a pool of frustration
and everything's heavy
like fog in the air
and my mind runs laps
while my eyes blankly stare
cause I died the day
that I stopped believing
now everyone who's ever
loved me is leaving
I wish I could cry
but I haven't been able
cause I always try
to appear to be stable
but I'm just the product
of imagination
and dreams that were conjured
while under sedation
so talk to me straight
and look into my eyes
I think you will see
that I wear no disguise
and I'm thin as air
still you can't see through me
so there is nothing to me

state of mind (two)

2006-02-21T11:22:00.000-08:00

another dreary winter day
another quiet morning
another stretch and sip of tea
another round of yawning

looking out the window
looking for something unknown
looking for the eagle
purching greatly on his thrown

what I see is moss on trees
and what I hear is singing
but what am I to make of this
if nothing has a meaning?

I think too much when I wake up
I need to think of breathing
I need to get perspective on
this life that I've been leading

so I'll take another sip of tea
and go and take a shower
and take some time to think
while I'm just taking in the flowers

burning

2006-02-21T10:57:00.000-08:00

I'm burning all the letters
that I wrote and never sent
hoping to release myself
from all their sentiment
and when my thoughts
have turned to you
and when my heart is yearning
I add another poem
to the fire for its burning
but flames can't touch the heat
of what I felt inside my heart
as I tried to piece together
that which you had torn apart
but now the shreds float in the sky
and ashes fall like snowflakes
and embers in the night will burn
all evidence of our mistakes

numbers

2006-02-12T04:42:00.000-08:00

standing in the food bank line
to find something to eat
some over-ripe bannanas
or a can of mystery meat
and hunger is the driving force
that lead you to their door
'cause working hard has never changed
the fact that you are poor
and costs just keep on rising
while your wages stay the same
and beggars can't be chosers
so you're forced to play their game
and slipping through the cracks you try
to grab ahold of something
'cause all of their statistics
simply hiding you from one thing
that there are peoples lives beneath
their piling of numbers
breaking down thier bodies
while the rich man safely slumbers
and from their sweat a million earned
but he won't share his profits
'cause he was chosen for this wealth
because of who his pop is

Ashlee

2006-02-12T02:16:00.000-08:00

with hair like a fire
and curves like a river
there isn't a thing
that she needs you to give her
she's standing up tall
keeping pride in her step
and flashing a smile
you could never forget
she's strong in her presence
and in her convictions
and all too aware
of the worlds contradictions
she's quick in her wit
and kind in her spirit
she'll tell you the truth
just when you need to hear it
her friendship is golden
she's full of compassion
she'll answer you're question
before you can ask it
and when things are lovely
she's there to have fun
and when you need comfort
she's there to give some
born on this day
she has gathered together
those who would say
that they'll love her forever
and I'd like to thank her
for all that she's given
I'm much better off
just because she is living

unity in solitude

2006-02-01T00:33:00.000-08:00

taking leave where trees are thick
and mountain tops are high
and ocean waves reflect the sun
descending from the sky
and taking wood to sand I write
the words for what I'm seeking
when creature conversations
are the company I'm keeping

mr. scary frame 1

2006-01-25T18:50:00.011-08:00

mr. scary frame 2

2006-01-25T18:50:00.010-08:00

mr. scary frame 3

2006-01-25T18:50:00.009-08:00

mr. scary frame 4

2006-01-25T18:50:00.005-08:00

mr. scary frame 5

2006-01-25T18:50:00.004-08:00

mr. scary frame 6

2006-01-25T18:50:00.003-08:00

mr. scary frame 7

2006-01-25T18:50:00.002-08:00

mr. scary frame 8

2006-01-25T18:50:00.001-08:00

mr. scary frame 9

2006-01-25T18:50:00.000-08:00

the greatest love that never was

2006-01-17T14:19:00.000-08:00

you were on the outside
looking in on my confusion
I was on the inside
staring out at an illusion
and my interpretation
of the things that I could see
was only a projection
of what I wanted to be
and you were looking past me
when all I could see was you
and everything you asked of me
I tried so hard to do
but letting go's the hardest thing
that you've ever demanded
you've refused the greatest gift
that you've ever been handed
and as I walk away I feel
that I have been defeated
I have failed to learn from
the mistakes that I've repeated
and I have failed to share the joy
that loving you once brought me
but I won't fail to make use of
the lesson this has taught me

state of mind (one)

2006-01-08T20:41:00.000-08:00

In a dream our darkest fears
In a sense it all seems senseless
In a wall a door appears

Take my time and lead me somewhere
Take my flesh and have your way
Take my burdens to the ether
Take the words that I can’t say

Wait for me till I come back here
Wait till night dawns into day
Wait beside the flowing river
Wait till time has passed away

Give me strength through tenderness
Give me grace in freedom
Give me songs of dreams to sing
Give me eyes to see them

Closer than a mothers nurture
Closer than the touch of skin
Closer to the source of magic
That you’re known to keep within

I have seen behind your eyes now
I have folded on my knees
I have come to you in kindness
I’m the answer to your pleas

You were brought to me by shadows

In our worlds we move as time does
In and out and changing pace
In the end we’re only atoms
On a trip through time and space

So let us be what we admire
Letting things be what they will
Let your body take its rest now
Let your mind be soft and still

Scavenger Belle

2006-01-08T20:38:00.000-08:00

scavenger belle
she sees him walk by
her lips start to swell
he'll sit by her side
then ravage her well
they'll both wake up smiling
new stories to tell
of paths intertwining

no direction
the way that you feel
seeking protection
from life that's too real
deep in her comfort
they both start to feel
what could never be writen
to sweeten the deal

light in the sky
it's treating you kindly
the stars in your eyes
they gently remind me
that things that are gone
can always come back
we're both staying strong
it's foresight we lack

double speak......

2005-12-24T22:14:00.000-08:00

wrap your words around my head
when what you really mean
is nothing close to what you've said
and nothing's as it seems
and money is a power play
and friendship can be bought
and you pretend you're everything
that you are clearly not
and now I'm growing weary
of your principled convictions
using up my patience
'cause nobody else will listen
but what I hear is double speak
in language that's unclear
and words that try to cover
that you're governed by your fear
now my time's been wasted
and my threshold has been tested
'cause ego's the commodity
in which you are invested
and you'll cast the first stone
just to avoid being rejected
but all your wealth can't change the fact
that you are not respected

singin' in the rain

2005-12-12T19:34:00.000-08:00

Lately it seems like every time I get in the shower.... or whenever I'm so stressed out that I'm about to crack, I start singing "singin' in the rain" and something about it seems to help. At this point I'm a little worried that it's become too automatic, and that someday I'll find myself rocking back and forth on the back seat of a city bus compulsively singing the classical musical theme.... but till then, I've decided to write my own version that is more consistent with the issues I've been dealing with lately.

So here it is.... (with a bluesy feel)

I'm singin' in the rain
just singing in the rain
ain't no glorious feelin'
I'm in trouble once again

I was driven down the highway
just a singin' to the beat
of the thunder rolling my way
pedals under heavy feet
and the road was gettin' to me
those white lines kept flyin' by
everyone who thought they knew me
never looked me in the eye

now I'm drawin' some attention
as I'm drivin' through a town
I'm defying all convention
and they want to look around
and I know that they'll find something
that will put me in a bind
and it's lookin' more and more like
I might do a little time

but a jail cell ain't a home now
like a dog locked in the pound
and I know you think I'm lost but
I ain't lookin' to be found
so take me for my word brother
and open up the gate
'cause there's nothin' I can do in here
but sit around and wait

now there's someone on the outside
who's been working night and day
just to gather all the money
that they're asking her to pay
and all she wants for her efforts
is to see me safe again
and I'm learning from her actions
what it means to have a friend

now I'm singing in the raing baby
just singing in the rain
'cause your love has set me free baby
I'm on the road again.

funeral

2005-12-05T23:04:00.000-08:00

I began my day with a funeral.

I woke this morning and walked into the room that immediately adjoins myown, and noticed feathers strewn about. I thought at first that one of my cats had gotten to my feather boa, or my new flapper hat with the peacock feather. I looked down and saw the small lifeless body of a baby sparrow lying against the wall on the rug. I screamed "oh my god" and instantly thought of it as being a negative omen. I picked up the bird in some paper towels and set it on the front porch. Fearing that the bird might spread some kind of illness, I closed the door blocking access to the feathers from my pets. I called my best friend and lover to ask that he be extra cautios in his days travels, and set out to find a shovel to create a proper grave for the deceased animal. The bird was small, so I was able to dig its grave with a large spoon. I dug nine inches or so into the ground, and placed the soft delicate body into its final resting place. As I covered it with earth, I wished it a happy return. Words were said in the small creatures honor....
then I went inside and prepared myself for another day.

ROODBLOG Turns 1!!!!!!!!

2005-11-15T18:38:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday to you....

Happy Birthday to you....

Happy Birthday to ROODBLOG

Happy Birthday to you!

we are free

2005-11-15T18:30:00.000-08:00

I feel your warmth inside my heart
and the tips of all my fingers
the essence of your presence
is a thing that often lingers
and the beauty of experience
that you and I've created
and that which we have learned because
of how our souls related
so let me be your gypsy wife
and be my music man
we'll make the most out of this life
and be all that we can
and we'll learn every lesson
that this life is here to teach us
and when we wish to be alone
no one will ever reach us

elements

2005-11-15T17:54:00.000-08:00

you know that there is something
that I need to vocalize
you've felt it there between us
and you've seen it in my eyes
infinity is finite
when each moment's lost to passing
and there is something in our reach
that we just aren't quite grasping
when handed something delicate
we practice our releases
and slipping through our shaky hands
we let it fall to pieces
and it seems that we're both losing
in a game where no one wins
but when I see it's time to fold
I throw everything in
'cause there are things I speculate
and there are things I know
like the seeds that we have planted
will determine what will grow
and I believe in something
that I feel inside of you
and every time that our paths cross
you've created life anew
and we'll just keep evolving
till the moment we expire
surrendering our matter to
earth, water, air and fire

City of Fools

2005-10-31T23:08:00.000-08:00

the man I love
in the town I hate
well feelin' so bad
never felt so great
and all the things I am
and the things I ain't
keep comin' back around
just to set me straight

and I'm flyin' high
but I'm feelin low
'cause the harvest comes
from the seeds we sew
and I'd like to stay
but I have to go
'cause I'm wanted here
for the things I know

well the time was right
but the place was wrong
and the radio's playin'
the saddest song
and you've gone so far
and it's been so long
and I wonder when you'll
be coming home

now the girls 'round here
got the hungry eyes
for the man who wins
the greatest prize
and there ain't no love
but it's no surprise
try not to show
all the hurt inside

well the dice are hot
but the table's cold
and what's young in me
is growing old
and everything you had's
been bought and sold
only thing that's left
is a heart of gold

So I know a man
with a diamond ring
says he can get you
anything
but the things he has
don't come for free
but they'll make you cry
and they'll make you sing

well the canyon walls
are tall and red
and my papa came here
just to clear his head
and he felt alive
but he wound up dead
but I still keep hearin'
the words he said

change

2005-10-16T16:06:00.000-07:00

autumn leaves beneath my feet
and each one that comes down
will be replaced by life anew
when spring comes back around
and music sings inside the ears
of those who choose to hear it
and change is just a part of life
there's no reason to fear it
and my minds been a hiding place
that I've been locked away in
so I try to clean the space
to make it nice to stay in
and I would love most anyone
who you would choose to be
and show you almost anything
that you might ask to see
'cause my nature is to love you
it's inherent in my spirit
and I'll have a kind word for you
if you just need to hear it.

Self Help Queen

2005-10-09T12:16:00.000-07:00

the truth's no concern
you just say what you will
you're a snake in the grass
you're a poisoned quill
and you call yourself friend
but behind the facade
you have no respect
now my trust is at odds
'cause you put on a face
that is pleasant to see
hiding the anger
you feel undernieth
and you're setting your sights
on the ruin of others
all because you're
unfulfilled by your lover
and you need to take time
to reflect on yourself
instead of examining
everyone else
'cause deep down beneath
the weight you have gained
there's someone inside
whose imprisoned by shame
so you'll point all your finger
and you'll call people names
'cause you think that you'll win
just because you play games

the patient

2005-10-07T12:21:00.000-07:00

here I am the patient
trying to tell you how I feel
but it's so hard to know for sure
if any of it's real
and you've got your pen and note-pad
to record the information
that you think will come in handy
for constructing my salvation
'cause everything's objective
from a strangers point of view
and that's what people pay you for
so that's the thing you do
and every person is a whore
whose working for a paycheck
but even though we're being used
we hesitate to say it
'cause we're in working order
when our wheels do not squeek
and strength needs food to feed on
so it chews upon the weak
and you'll take home a profit
just to hear a sad girl speak
and I'll be better off for it
'cause you've got what I need.

physics

2005-09-27T02:18:00.000-07:00

Poets and Prophets
mad men and kings
speak truth to their wisdom
of little known things
on pages and pulpits
and corners of streets
portraying for others
the things that they see

my friends we have risen
and now is the time
the poetry is rich
and the madness is divine
we'll move the world forward
an inch at a time
change comes as easy
as changing your mind

when feet walk on ground
soiled with blood
a moment to reflect upon
the ones that we have loved
and we're fighting every battle
never knowing what it's for
taking from another's flesh
the holy sacrament of war

and parking lots house oil spills
that drain into the sea
and no one wants to feel the weight
of their responsibility
cause all our heads are spinning
like the earth around its axis
all our drinking water
has become radio-active...
and blood has stained the hands
of the ones who remain passive
it's time for equal opposites
to rise to the reaction.

Sun Shines

2005-09-25T17:50:00.000-07:00

I thought I'd run away
but I didn't get too far
now I'm sitting here alone
in a Portland hipster bar
and there's no conversation
just the swaying lantern light
that's not quite bright enough to see
the words I try to write

sirens at my ankles
statues fill my eyes
footsteps growing slower now
'cause I don't want to arrive
there's fighting in the next room
between a woman and her man
it's helping me remember why
I'm leaving while I can

yellow lines are soothing
just by taking me somewhere
it seems no matter where I go
our memories are there
and I need to stop this waiting
'cause it's driving me insane
absorb the sun that's shining now
shining through the rain

the motel room is spinning now
from one too many drinks
not sure what went down in here
but something really stinks
and I'm trying not to think of you
and so I change my mind
trying to find other thoughts
to fill the vacant time

disappointment's heavy
and the weight is hard to bare
now I'm craving lightness
now all I need is air
so I point my wheels west
and head toward the ocean
sorrow can't catch up to me
if I remain in motion

yellow lines are soothing
just by taking me somewhere
it seems no matter where I go
our memories are there
and I need to stop this waiting
'cause it's driving me insane
absorb the sun that's shining now
shining through the rain

Little Red Studio

2005-09-25T17:40:00.000-07:00

softly touching, bodies move
an air of beauty fills the room
and liberation's not a fight
where I find myself tonight
and strangers hands caress my skin
and take me to a place
that is so far from caution
and has no use for disgrace
and naked bodies soothe me into
natural states of being
I'm not afraid of showing
parts of me so seldom seen
then she leads me to the alter
to be worshiped by its idols
there's no such thing as jealousy
and no one is my rival
all ages and all colors
and all ways of living life
take me deep into their arms
and whisper everything's alright

confirmation

2005-09-12T12:59:00.000-07:00

All weekend I have been intending to get here to the internet cafe' and post a poem I wrote friday night during an interactive erotic artistic experience at a place called the little red studio. The experience was quite liberating, and as I sit down to reflect on it, I'm struck with how little I'm able to feel that sense of liberation in the presant moment. You see, today begins the confirmation hearing for John Roberts who has been nominated to become the next Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court. This confirmation process is the one democratic moment that will be followed by a career of judicial independance, and the potential for judicial activism. There is a lot at stake here, and yet Republicans in congress continue to announce that this confirmation hearing is not an appropriate venue for scrutiny over Roberts view on issues including civil rights, women's rights and privacy. If this is not the time, when is?
By calling into question the appropriateness of addressing the issues that will more than likely come before the court under his leadership, the right wing not only discredits the concerns of their collegues in congress and the constituancies they represent, but attempts to deny them the right to raise concern at all. Today is a day whose events will impact generations of Americans. As I sit here feeling helpless and anxious, people are going about their daily business unaware that their rights are being undermined by a religious agenda.

I apologize to those of you who came looking for erotic poetry. I'm afraid I'm just not in the mood.

-Jillian

kill the poet

2005-09-02T12:43:00.000-07:00

I tried to kill the poet
by destroying all her words
but it seems the tearing
as the sweetest sound she'd ever heard
she can't help but see the beauty
in these moments of despair
with all her precious poetry
like ribbons in the air

I tried to kill the poet
because she stands accused
my hearts been fooled by whimsy
and my body has been used
I'm tired of her brave ideals
that keep me full of hope
that leaves me disappointed
so I'll need her help to cope

My objective self is killing me
torturing my hear for poetry

I tried to kill the poet
but she simply wouldn't die
she sits and writes these words right now
to prove she's still alive
I didn't want to feel the things
that fuel her lyric fire
I can't believe in all the dreams
to which she still aspires

my objective self is killing me
torturing my heart for poetry

I tried to kill the poet
because she's the part of me
that leaves the dagger in my heart
just to feel the sting
and my love is the cruelest love
that she has ever seen
she says his poet is her soul-mate
and I wanted to believe

but things are not in waking life
the way they are in dreams
and love is not the blessing
that at first it always seems
and so I shred the bounty
that she harvests from my sorrow
and silence for a moment
what will just return tomorrow

my objective self is killing me
torturing my heart for poetry

something sacred

2005-08-29T13:03:00.000-07:00

Laying down in my bed at night to go to sleep, I often lay awake in the dark with my head reeling over the day, the week, my life-time.... Often I keep myself up untill I my body starts to shut down of it's own accord just to avoid that time. Lately, I have found that if I lay my body down on the couch and listen to NPR, I can manage to distract my mind with thoughts outside myself and I fall asleep with little effort. So, there I was at 2am listening to the BBC world news when I heard about the monkeys of Deli. They have bread out of control and all but taken over the city. They invade offices and homes stealing food and often attacking children. The people are afraid to go outside, but still the monkeys go unchallanged in this culture that has traditionaly viewed them as sacred creatures representing the Hindu god Hanomon (spelling?).
I thought this might make a great topic for a blog tangent, so I started thinking of it in terms of the problems that arrise when the things that we hold sacred over-run our lives. I tried to draw parallels to our culture, but quickly realized that while individuals in our culture cling to their own symbols of meaning and relevance, there is no one thing that we as a nation collectively hold sacred.

Let's take a look at the sacred value of human life.
Right wing Christian conservatives will tell you that the right to life is sacred. But despite the passion with which they persue their "pro-life" aganda, it is very difficult for me to believe that life is actually something sacred to them. If life were sacred, then the lives of all people, including the hundreds of thousands of innocent people they have slain in the "war on terrorism" would be sacred too. The lives of death-row inmates would be sacred. The lives of children outside of the womb... those in need of education and health care... you'd think those might be sacred too, but they are not. These unwanted children are largely ignored until they become old enough to join the military, and then, they are ferousiously recruited so that once again, their lives can be treated as expendable, and their deaths can be dismissed as "collatoral damage." It seems that the monkeys of Deli are more sacred than the poor of America.

How about family?
I remember my last visit with my father before he died. We walked along the docks of the marina in Laughlin Nevada, and talked about all things. At the time, he was very interested in buying a small house boat to live on, but was afraid of what my grand-mother might think. He told me that she was always so proud of the home that he and my uncle had built.... the home I had grown up in. He didn't want to hear the disappointment in her voice when she learned that he had chosen a life-style that to her would seem transient. I remember feeling incredibly surprised that at his age he still worried so much about obtaining his mothers approval. I have even known people who have been abused or neglected by their families, who still drive themselves crazy trying to feel that sense of familial harmony, that realistically will never exist for them. But does this need to be loved and appreciated for who we are by the people who brought us into this world mean that family is something sacred? From this perspective, it seems to be the opposite. If family were sacred, wouldn't that love and approval be inherant in those relationships? But then again, I believe that if family weren't sacred, we would let go of the concerns that make us worry about them... that makes us want to please... that make us care about those who have strayed into what we see as dangerous territory. Maybe our families are the sacred monkeys that over-take our lives.

What about love?
Perhaps this will reflect my growing cynicism on the subject... but as far as I can tell, love is as sacred in this culture as it is to the multiplying monkeys themselves.

So, how do we look at the situation in Deli. Do we laugh at them because they have allowed their beliefe in a symbol to over-ride the health and well being of the people in their society? Or do we admire their integrity for not dismissing their sacred symbols because they have become inconvienant.

Realistically speaking, I think that the best solution for the monkey problem is to implement an intensive spay and neuter program to help keep the population down.

It wouldn't hurt us to think about how reducing unwanted pregnancies through education about contraception could help allieviate the other problems I mentiononed when examining our own culture. Perhaps, we are the monkeys who have bred out of control and become nuisances.

But if we are the monkeys, we need to remember that we ourselves are something sacred and treat ourselves accordingly.

spun....

2005-08-26T15:34:00.000-07:00

it's in the webs we weave
and the prices that we pay
for the things that we believe
and the beliefs that we betray
and we're living in a jungle
where we can not see the trees
distracted by the errors
that we're not supposed to see
and spiders are at work tonight
spinning silk by full moon-light
helping us learn how to simply be
And water is the blood that flows
through river beds like veins
rushing to the ocean
to return as rain again
and humans are the toxins
that the earth must filter out
but still she lets us live
and she will give
and she will give
until we've taken all there is
and we have worn our welcome out