Tuesday, November 16, 2010

don't f*&^ing tell me what to do!

Consider for a moment a motionless sound
A buzz that is painted,
A substitute for a movement
You perceive it, you survive it, you relieve it…
Then,
Consider for a moment a destructive thought
See it happening,
As it embalms your inner cry
Take it in, take it aside, walk away…

Save it for a rainy day I say

Friday, August 13, 2010

where did that come from?

August in Geneva:

Dance and I’ll I chant
Following you, leading you
Amongst wild feathers
And cool gusts on my back

Dance and I’ll sing
Songs whistled and clapped
Between my lips and your hands
Reminiscing a bliss of some kind

Dance and I’ll cry
And discreetly wipe my tears
As children run and scare
Pigeons cooing around us

Dance and I’ll sigh
Sheltered under giant trees
Once the clouds move away
I’ll let the sun shade your face…

Sunday, July 25, 2010

reworks

after an hour getting silly with instruments, props and our minds...
i reworked an old poem
thank you CAGS core :)


Drum, drum, drum in my head
Think, think, think instead
Loosen my collar, wipe my sweat
Throw my colors
Till there’s none left

I’ll be a beat I’ll be a din
And if I have no cause
I’ll extract it from under my skin

Build build build the flow
Sweet is the taste of the wind
For I will fly
Beyond the glow
I will fly
I’ll be flying within…

Saturday, July 24, 2010

this was after a very intense experience... war is somewhere there...

How many layers of green
Under feet that can no longer dance
How many voices can scream
Forbidden burning stances
If repetition is necessary
I just want the ending
Till it starts making sense
I just want a new beginning

Sunday, April 4, 2010

round round

this came as an afterthought... well not really, i was writing something else and this just poured out... i'm still trying to fully grasp it :)


The harder I try…

It’s easily identified
Like a true love sullied
Like a sore
So if I watch from the corner
I might feel it’s going nowhere
But I know better don’t I?
Changes fall and images float
Taking concerns to levels low
False hopes have become
The trend in this murky dwelling
Yet the feel of comfort
Garnered by this peculiar stroke
Has grown to be the norm

Back where it came from
There’s nothing to identify
Even if I glare
There’s a residue, of course,
Viciously maneuvered elsewhere
And clichéd to excess
What is my actual doing?
Where may I not place my fabric?
If it seems I’m often running and hiding
From what I already know…
Then I’ll tell what I already know
What I’ve learned and then forgotten
Many times and again
I’ll plant a seed and watch it grow
Away from any speculation
And I’ll be fulfilled…

Monday, March 29, 2010

more?

(sigh), just when i think i've had enough... just when i think it's not coming back...

What about the circles we made?

I’ve kept my dealings stuck in a hub
Waiting for you to lie once more
Oh to whom shall I tell my troubles?
And what good would that yield?

Now I know it’s hard to drown in a tub
And it’s not like we’re safe ashore
So why fill my bed with bubbles?
When you can practice in my field…

Don’t hold your breath
We’re not just taking a dip
I can help you float; I’ve done it before…

Don’t hold your breath
It’s not a safe trip
And harder if you don’t let go some more

And I’ll be running in circles
And you’ll be asking for more…

And I’ll be begging for miracles
And you’ll be asking for more

So be prepared for some more…

Get ready… there’ll be more…

Sunday, January 3, 2010

There.

There.

I could smell your hair
Laying here on my shoulder
Waving along my breath
Your hand on my chest
And I could feel his eyes
Flaring with disbelief
How much he wanted you
To be anywhere but here

I could sense your warmth
Sinking my body
In a small pressure bubble
Holding it tight
And he was short of breath
After all the dancing
Skewing his approach
At every exhalation

Suck in air, I say
Take it in
Slowly
You were there once…
You were, there…