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You've really got me
turned around
left is right
and up is down

It's quite a sight
to see me
as I walk upon
the ceiling

Cornering rounds
instead of
rounding corners
tripping over
ill-placed dormers

It's even more
confusing when
the world halts
this dizzy spin

and reality comes
crashing down
I find myself in
a wedding gown

its corset is
much too tight
the color fair
far too light
for I'm no
****** bride

but I cannot move
to search for
the elusive exit door
instead I'll stare
enraptured
with the carpet
patterned floor.
Go read "The Yellow Wallpaper," by Charlotte Perkins Gillman.
Can the unstoppable force overcome the immovable object? The waves have been a teacher with more wisdom than any I have ever had before. Something so constant, so committed, so unflappable as the lapping or crashing of the waves upon the shore. If you need any evidence of her relentless nature, look no further than the foreshore, great boulders and cliff faces worn down to grit. A true mechanical entity, with precise surety, well versed in engineering, mathematics, weather patterns and fluid dynamics. Who would have thought a philosophical question would have an engineering solution? The answer is no, but the question lacks precision, it doesn't quite paint the picture as it happens. I dive into the crashing waves, stretched out long, offering no resistance, the wash thunders around me but still I glide forward in the water like a shark, no resistance. I am the immovable object. Suspended weightless I overcome the unstoppable force by holding ground, offering no resistance as it rages around and past me, trying to capsize me or push me backwards. The way of the seas, the ultimate peacemaker.

The parallels to life do not need pointing out thus, especially to those who fight for justice, the Davids versus their Goliaths. History's great peacemakers have been here before, the art of war is in passive resistance, principled adherence coupled with civil disobedience, your silence is considered tacit acceptance, so be not silent but give unto Caesar that which is Caesars. The fight is an uphill playing field, you must play by their rules, or the game is over, but you can win by their rules if you know where they bend. So stand peacemakers, face rows of riot shields, plow fields as Te Whiti did, collect salt as Gandhi, be not silent, tip toe that fine line between real change and hard time, wherever you see injustice speak, and seek conciliation. Peace is not achieved when nations put down their guns, peace is achieved when people embrace their neighbors as their brothers and sisters. It is achieved when people no longer speak of peace with longing in the same breath as cursing the person that parked in their carpark. Be peace and you will see peace, wish not to see it in the world if you cannot be it in your world. Change yourself and the world changes with you. So can the unstoppable force overcome the immovable object? That much is up to you.
 Dec 2012 Darbi Alise Howe
Ugo
(the city had fought the fortnight before)
fire burned through the little skirts
and plastic lunch boxes
carrying the nourishment of our future
doctors and worldshakers—

                                 Future
tax paying Americans
And beacon of the nation.

Wide awake, in the thoughts of a light bulb,
(Where sidewalk stairs politic with the devil,)
A raindrop fell and whispered to the asphalt,
“Tell me what you know about happiness…”
And somewhere, in the middle of a pineapple parade,
A Pepsi can smiled and danced the night away with Nyquil labels.
S.H.E.S  
Vicki Soto
Since the day I watched you go
I wait anxiously by the day you'll come back
You said, maybe tomorrow
And I've been waiting forever

Maybe you'll never come back
Maybe you'll be back tomorrow
I don't know.
But I'm not mad.

Because I remember
I remember every single word you said to me
I remember every single day we spent together
And I spend most of my days living it again
In my head, in my heart.

I know you'll come back
Because vacation always end
It may last so long, but it ends.
And I'll be here.

Maybe I'll have found somebody new
Maybe I'll be married, divorced or whatever
But I'll be always waiting for you.

You can call it heartache,
Or illusion,
But I call it saudade.
I miss you, like the blink-182 song.

And just as he said,
I'm waiting for you
So we can live like Jack and Sally
And have halloween on christmas.

"If I switched you, it was not for evil.
Love, you see, I've got someone
Called Saudade."
Saudade - a brazilian word for a kind of nostalgia. When you miss someone or something so much, you feel saudade. So we can describe it as a grateful remembrance of a missing person or something that you were deprived. And it can also be the weight and the pain this deprivation causes.
PS: the last 'verse' is from a song by Los Hermanos called Veja bem, meu bem.
With parted lips,
I draw in your sweet psyche--
all opaque and smoky--
as these placid, sober feelings swim,
verdant and gentle,
through twisting tendrils.
Still thawing and diffident from the flux
of our individual nuclear winters:
flakes of former selves
fall around us, formless,
flailing cold
to sting our entangled skin,
valleys where I end and you begin.
I exhale you again,
you are lasting in my veins.
Enticing fervor once hidden in marrow,
I am enlivened by the dreamy exaltation
of my breaths back into you.
Suddenly, all is warm.
sometimes, things feel real.
 Dec 2012 Darbi Alise Howe
JL
My dearest,
you are welcome
to make a home underneath my skin
to thread yourself between my tissues
and seep your life into my cells.

My dearest,
you are welcome
to implant the embodiment of your soul
to let it trickle into my bloodstream
and infect the remotest regions of my body.

My dearest,
you are welcome
to furnish my dull insides well
to dishevel my inner organs
and to feed it with your vital fluid.

My dearest,
you are welcome
to make your home underneath my skin
to stitch yourself in permanently
and to live in me indefinitely.
 Dec 2012 Darbi Alise Howe
JL
Oh, how I dread this time of day
when the ghosts have crawled back into their crevices
and the immortals that **** blood fall asleep
and the gremlins that eat little children again wait underneath their beds
and I, my poor adolescent soul,
must force myself awake and head for school.
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