"Teej" Julie Teasdale aka MasikaniCrocodile aka Crocodile of Happiness has taken her life after suffering from bipolar disorder. She was 27. She's home with Jesus now, God I miss her.
All her HP family are invited to the service Sunday night at 1897 Little Snowbird RD Robbinsville NC 28771. I would love to give and receive hugs from any of you who were touched by her poetry. Trust me, she was the most beautiful, kind, sincere, meek person you could ever know. She was my best friend since the day I was born and my heart is shredded on my knees crying Lord, Lord.
You can see pics and get some more of her writing at her facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/teejs?fref=ts
-Robbie Teasdale
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
"Teej" Julie Teasdale aka MasikaniCrocodile aka Crocodile of Happiness has taken her life after suffering from bipolar disorder. She was 27. She's home with Jesus now, God I miss her.
All her HP family are invited to the service Sunday night at 1897 Little Snowbird RD Robbinsville NC 28771. I would love to give and receive hugs from any of you who were touched by her poetry. Trust me, she was the most beautiful, kind, sincere, meek person you could ever know. She was my best friend since the day I was born and my heart is shredded on my knees crying Lord, Lord.
You can see pics and get some more of her writing at her facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/teejs?fref=ts
-Robbie Teasdale
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
what do i have to say
to keep the zebra stripes
from falling off and leaving only white?
what do i have to do
to keep the herd of restless rhino
from stampeding you?
what do i have to be
to get the giraffe to come and eat
from our acacia tree?
peace is less than me
and more than you
but we are almost free
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
a turtledove being
attacked by wild
beasts doesn't wait
to cry
out for help
or for You
nor do I
all I ask
for is You
to fight for
me since I
seem to be
too weak; You
and I have
been here before;
I have not
forgotten
Your
kindnesses
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
never knew you
except from
far away
never loved you
except from
far away
never
except for
in poems and colors
and
...
you know
i never wanted to give
you anything more
than what you wanted.
tonight i was thinking
if the moon were one
of the eyes of God
would it rain every night,
or some nights shine so bright
that even the sleepiest birds
couldn't help singing?
i know
you remember.
dear india,
just one
question:
if you're gone, which you are,
and i'm gone, which i am,
gone like refugees,
why do you
keep showing up
in my dreams?
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC
I was trying
to say that
the ocean and
the night sky
are two of
my closest friends
that we are
called to be
two of the
dreamers, of
those on the
paths of silence
who often find
themselves with hands
and heads pressed
up against the
wailing walls of
a world where
man has power
over man to
his hurt.
Yet Love waits
like a pool
of stars on
the ocean’s face
waiting for us
to step into
it; friend,
brother,
I was trying
to say:
Christ never leaves
me orphan nor
you
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
walking up the cold creek
thinking about the broken
branches that fall into
the water of the world,
thinking about the
poisons that pollute
the water of the world,
thinking about the
curses that make us
fall and drown and yet
today i have to say
the birds still sing
so beautifully i'm so thankful
for the brothers
and the friends
and the family
and i can say
well, bird, well,
hello, you,
many thanks
for
listening
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
there's a lot
of love out
waiting to be
loved
a lot of
fires waiting to
be lit lord
your kingdom come
in my island
in my desert
in my city
in my family
in my friend
in me
there's a lot
of silence waiting
to be heard
sleep to sleep
in peace and
safety
there's a lot
of love
waiting
to be
loved
who god bless
no one curse
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
Pain holds my hand and won't let go,
I blister at his touch, walk weeping
by his side and wake to his embrace.
Pain holds my hand.
Pain holds my hand and won't let go,
I weep beside the river, step into its waters
begging for relief, Pain looks on, he
holds my hand.
From blisters ooze our blood and plasma,
down our hands, onto our feet. Pain says
to me: Do you wish now to escape? I know
not what to say. Mute, I hold his hand.
Pain holds my hand, he never lets me go.
I writhe and weep and finally look
into his bloodshot eyes; for he is weeping too,
Pain holds my hand, he weeps for me.
We walk three days through deserts dry,
Pain holds my hand. From my blood he draws
the poisons of my sins. Pain holds my hand,
he weeps for me.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC