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Mother Mary
heard us approaching,
"Are you writing chapters for us from a million miles away?
I feel the load on my shoulders every day.
We're stuck without a chart or a captain,
are you aware of the shape i'm in?"
Tea for two
beside the ocean blue
i looked inside my cup
just outta luck
saw the titanic old
my vision i told
to my mate sitting
next to me knitting,
Look here! i said,
I'm not kiddin!
a ships in there!

..."oh, thats too much to bare"
my mate said as he leaned
over to see, but the sunlight beamed,
and he could not see
the titanic that would sink
I dip into it
embracing sunshine and warmth
a good day indeed

watercolor night
blues and purples are seen as
I watch from my porch

Sweet night is coming
I feel her lovely embrace
I am content now.

Because I feel you
close to me... though you are far,
I thank God for you.
I drift off to sleep
thinking of those I love and
wishing you were here.
For thousands of years
as the sun peeked over the horizon far
the mans eye would flutter
awaken to the new dawn

For thousands of years
the women would watch
their men hardworking and strong
off to work, for so long

For thousands of years
he would come back late
dirt on his face
a few coins in his pockets

For thousands of years
she would cook for him
sew and bake and clean
his admiration, she knew was seen

For 60 years
women have discovered
a new job to keep
and children that can wait

For 60 years, the population is full and yet
something odd has occurred.
our sights, hearing and thoughts are fed
but our hearts are sent away empty

For 60 years, the people are watching
the beautiful life we used to lead
pass into ruin because
it does not make the woman "independent"

For 60 years, it is oppression that has silenced passions
silenced our hearts,
our souls,
our thoughts

He who reaps death
is no longer far from us.

And so we have filled the void
that we have created from loss of the good
with our habits,

A sad fortune to tell
for the past 60 years,
is no fit for the thousands who have gone past
and hopefully the thousands to come.
2 of 3 best friends. already engaged. wanting to be married and to simply be a housewife.
50% of the world resides in darkness
why do we keep running from it?
Embrace what comes in the night
the horror,
how it aches in my bones
                                                       because at times i feel so
(lost in the terrain of my heart)

only through the darkness
can i see with clear vision
it is through grasping, hugging, holding and caressing all these grievances
that i can use them as a foundation, a step, to climb

to finally see something
                                                and what is it,
                                                                                                  but only
                                                                                                                                                           the day.
"One of the secrets of life,
is that all that is really worth the doing
is what we do for others."
~Lewis Carroll
i want to thank you!
you led me the right way
so i have you to thank
for making me so hard to please
for unveiling
this beautiful world
though i am so far from
being in it
because of you
under these stars
these moons
these suns
it's because you tell me no way
for sure thought i was the victim
about to walk the plank
i was told to tell you
                                                    no way, this ain't fair play
                                                            ­                                        (hah! you thought you knew what was best)

theres a long line of things...
but i got something to thank you for
forever in debt to you
i have you to thank!
for making me so hard to please!
for making me try with perfect faith!
because of you
because of *you
thanks to the 2 people, that brought me up.
inspired by Gavin Degraw :)
this girls got it down
when she stomps on the ground
the whole town
looks around
"say what"
(no thanks, macklemore)
when she flips her hair,
and it's in dee air
the boys all go
and shout the whole dayyo
caz look here allison
i know you like peanut butter cookies
and your percy jackson bookies
and singin' josh groban
like (you gotta be jokin')
really girl,
you think you got it goin'!
you inspired me
and to climb up in this tree
and write this poem
just so i could show em
that i can take it
as well as dish it
and girl
you the best roommate
you got the best traits
even though you keep me up
caz you be watching 30 rock
and wearing my fav pair of socks
but that okay
caz with you girl, every day
is a par-tay
An Ode to my roommate.
Satan thinks himself a god.


nothing else.
Inspiration from Paradise Lost by John Milton.
The Stoic represses his desire

The Addict takes his momentary pleasure for infinite.

But the Mystic,
he directs his desire to the eternal.
He is the one who dances in step
with the love song the Lord is playing for us all.
The whole question of sexuality has been framed as sin. And we have seemingly split into 3 groups accordingly. We must have the courage to feel desire, and direct it toward something more than us.
Winter has come
your strength
will now
what you have
in the summer.
Every leaf must fall, Annie
-Pete Townsend
Why do you rob me?

toys,                                            (phones, laptops, headphones, music..)
times with friends,                   (won't you have a drink? a smoke?..)
times with family,                    (ugh i hate them..)
food,                                           (don't eat that..)
dances,                                        (lemme touch you..)
body image,                               (you looked better….)
photographs,                             (fake smiles..)
dates,                                           (***..)
religion                                       (haha.. wait. you don't really believe that.. do you?)

If only
you could be just a little more
****** up
so every one else
could see
some of what I see.

one of the victims,
of this preposterous, soul diminishing system.
just an anonymous person,
who can't embrace anything but your beliefs in the right column. (oh so certain...).
I apologize if this is simply too much. I figure I should write what I feel. I hope you enjoy. I mean no harm.
When lovers embrace
I can't help but take notice
this world's love and peace.
It's lovely to see how it's truly all worth it, for the purpose of loving another and being loved.
The moment
i reached over to you
and whispered in your ear
(over the hard piece separating us)
and I whispered
"Wish you were in town...."
"Why?" he asked turning from the stage..
"Well... because..
                                                       ­     * because I love how you kneel at church
                                                          ­     how you always seem to be around
                                                          ­     how you perk up your eyebrows
                                                              **­w we talk about how God graced us
                                                              ­how you are so smart. In Anatomy and Psychology
                                                      ­         how your eyes make my shoulders slump
                                                           ­ (I think it's because my chest collapses, must be somethin' in there)
                                                          ­   because you asked me to an opera
                                                             how you smile after I mess up
                                                             that you open up doors for me
                                                             I love your funny Dr. Fischer impressions
                                                     ­         that you work in an italian restaurant
                                                      ­        and play the guitar and go to church to praise God
                                                              **­w your lips seem so incredibly soft
                                                            ­  and I lose myself in your eyes....

-"I was wondering if you could go to the Sadie-Hawkins dance with me?"
-"I would love to Sophie!"

-"I just thought you would have already been asked!"                                 red
-"No, I don't have *that
many women chasing after me" wink
-"Hah, yeah I couldn't imagine why." wink

Time's painful passing,
longing for your sweet embrace.
You remain absent.
is to

is to
there often isn't the perfect words to say what I mean.
I apologize for this.
He dozes, head back
no doubt, a long day at work
he find his escape
stepped out of the race
i knowingly would lose
i decided to take up a consistent pace
it took everything out of me to lose

the addiction that was like a cloud
of thick, impenetrable slime i can't hide
that kept me ever so proud
of the needles inside

that ***** the side of me that loves the good
don't let me lose concentration
tequila and the beach make me realize they only could
truly leave me ill rationed

always in the mood
to tell you im really not
the prissy *****
you maybe thought i ought

and was to be,
you know you're actually misled
believe me, I'm no sweet pea
my soul is really spread

with grief, toil and strife
though i never stop trying
always easy to live with the knife
keep your mind open, my wet soul's drying

balancing on the tightrope
my visions cast far above me                              (can't see the current circumstance)
seeing that it's easier to cope
with the present                                                    (seein­g you makes my heart dance)
the Solitude
sadly, a
stepping stone
along the way

we're almost there
to the destination

*keep your chin up
Cows on the hillside
grazing and enjoying sun
a liesure observed
i can't help but lay my love at your feet
my dearest love of mine

your essence has captivated my vision
my heart, my soul and my mind.

there is love among the snow capped trees
upon the porch faintly lit,
among the cross that stands on the steeple,
even the water trickling from the fountains tip

it is all i see,
all i want,
all i need,
all i sought

so you my love,
i have finally seen,
allowed me to die to my soul
a softening, ever gentle renewal

no winter is not sharp,
no winter is not mean,
winter is the reminder that
we are to melt body and spirit;
and rise up again with spring
Cheer up, dear
it's only a moment.
you're sitting through a sunrise
that's taking longer than it promised.
those kisses that you remember
are no better then the ones
waiting in front of you.
remember where you came from
and look to where your going
your smile is so radiant
your soul so strong.
keep striving on with diligence
because the new day is about to dawn
and when you see the bright light
you'll realize how much you're meant
to really be and become.
I called across sea
rolling depths swallowed my cry...
please return, my love.
Trappist monks singing                                          s
            ­                                                                 ­   t
                                                          ­                 h
Hymns and incense ascending                g
                                    ­                              i
                               ­                              e
to their very                            *h
This weekend I went to Vina, CA to visit the Trappist/Cistercian monks there. We were able to pray with them during their 7 times daily:
3:30 AM Vigils
6:30 AM Lauds, 6:50 AM Mass
9:05 AM Terce
12:15 PM Sext
1:55 PM None
5:45 PM Vespers
7:35 PM Compline

A very wonderful way to spend the Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ! I was able to read the whole New Testament except the Gospels, now on to those!
May God bless you and keep you, and may he let His face shine upon you, and give you peace ~Numbers 6:24
so invisible
so beyond my grasp
guiding my soul
into the deepest
most important
and life changing
parts of my entire life
and here I am
I can't even grasp
what it is that is taking me
I only know that it's taking me.
concepts beyond my understanding
and taking me somewhere beyond my existence.
do you think                                                   /
maybe?                                                          ­  /
possibly?                                                       ­  /
excuse me... a second?                                  /                                                      
i meant to say..                                               /
pardon me, i...                                                /
i have this feeling...                                       /
listen.. I                                                           /
take a minute....                                             /
                                                                ­         /
                                                                ­         /
My points never get across                              /                                                         .........
                                                       ­                  /                                    *Pardon me.. hard of hearing.
                                                        ­                 /                                                did you say something ma'am?
how can i explain….


how do i show you….

Is God ever late? Or early?
All these half thought thoughts
My mind like the sun: the clouds,
*my uncharted sky
A beautiful day yesterday inspired this piece. When you put your hand over the horizon and see only the sun and clouds on the pale blue sky, one can truly be taken away into a daydream.
Those who went before
grief I feel, with their passing
now they rest in tombs
Do you hear it?
the male cricket sings
the swallow sings
the bees sing
we sing
                                                            ­                        even if it's in the hollow of our hearts
we dance                                                            ­       even if it's in the hollow of our bodies
we Desire                                                         ­       even if we keep it hidden under our skirts
and you can't contain it
                                                              ­                    girls and boys, don't you lie
                              ­                                                   and yet im sitting here like really?
                                                                ­                 I am so low!
                                                                ­                 How can i revel in such lowliness??
                                                     ­                            Oh, do i revel in my desire.
Do you want to know why i am like this?
                                                           ­                      because I am human.

We were given this
All in an attempt
to bring us ever closer
to His heart.
More like a rant, but I hope you enjoy.
Desire was given for us, a desire to delve into his other creations.
Because in his other creations
we find God.
your                          destination




you choose.
darkness                                                                                                                                                 light
Moments of insight
are like thin clouds opening,
Sun bathing my mind.
do me this solid
and keep up with the

tired and over exhilarated
won't you ask me how im

learning to dig
inside my heart for my most recent

emotions are so awful they keep me
running for more and i can't

really see exactly where I'm
going to where im supposed to be trying to

understand how i feel is like
learning Chinese upside down, underwater, while having a tea party with an octopus

i guess ill just take the stairs and maybe i
could actually finish a

great deal of me feels
like i need to buy a nice looking

man and make him cook me spicy
omelets and he'll look quite **** under

my umbrella on the purple rooftops that i
decided to jump on my way to

work has been lowsy too many
people wishing for something and here i

am trying to finish a sentence i think
i might need to go back to grade school and take

an english course.
grateful for you

because without you

who would I be?
Thank you
to the grocer i run
to find the best sandwich buns
and the finest wine to see
on the budget that i heed

no time to matter on the childs nose
she'll wipe it her own
"we must run now it's time to leave
throw that purple dress on i just sleeved"

to the barbershop i take little john
so much like his father i admire
his cute little cheeks perked up in a smile
makes me fall in love all over again with his father

two babes on my hips as i stole the wiles
one ham, two loaves, a bag of potatoes
yogurt, milk and five tomatoes
and two candles for mom and dads own table

coming close to five o'clock
i put on the crock ***
put the stove on for this monday night dinner
the side soup on just a simmer

coming close to six
I give my husband a quick fix
of beer and wine for me as we sit
"What a day" he whispers, looking at me

"What a day.." i said, looking back at him.
"..henderson said Johnny had hair just like yours
when he used to cut it. and pat gave
the girls two pink bows in line when we were at the grocer

But the girls next door, as we were washing potatoes
said they have never seen a girl so happy
and I asked why? (you know I'm so gossipy)
They said, 'Why Sophie, your love shows right on your face'"

I could hardly look my husband in the eye
"you've got one hell of a place"
After tending sheep,
He reads the worn Hymnal and
Dozes by the fire
A tribute to Gabriel Oak of Far from the Madding Crowd :) I love Thomas Hardy!
Four weeks since the end.

Four weeks since the beginning.

Heart's bitter aching.
Yes, I saw the moon
She was intently gazing
at her lovely earth


is the
in growing up
the one most commended,
most grown,
most love laden

(She floats over
in the moonlight
She walks,
chin tucked,
her garb grazing the withered ground
she ascends into the cold bitter air
her eyes rest on the ground)

melt into the bottoms of Her feet
and the cold is the only one to enter her lungs.

permeable only, if through and in
the Good
In my time here,
I have seen that
the elderly are the complete individuals.
They have seen the beauty in good
they feel the pain and sorrow
both of the world, in and through the world.
In this place, we learn to live.
The poor scientist

reads and researches the world

*missing the best part
Aww home.
So sweet
so kind.
And how could I have thought differently.
You caressed the new
I caressed the jar as they rattled
rattled within my bones.
Laugh a little!
If there wings grew like the grass,
our journey would've taken a much shorter time.

It's easier when

So i remember that one night
I heard the wind break again,
like when i would stumble on the shore,
your hand on my wrist guiding me to resist
stumbling upon the rubble that was broken
from my previous falls...
You knew the whole time.
You're broken smile tells the world,
who you aspire to be.
And I am with you.
How could i become so fortunate.
To race in the forest of your mind
in the wilderness of your being.
How fortunate am I.
To rest in the shade of your breath.
to close my eyes to the obstacles of your heart.
Knowing you control your stars.
Knowing you complete your being.

And you know.
You've always known.
So gentle with your hands as they turn over mine.
I hope you don't notice.
But you absorb my information,
like a barcode you read me.
But I feel no grief
only the abiding relief
I find.
With you.
As I rest.
Upon your shoulder.
As the night puts on it's cloak.
One foot in
one foot back
heard it don't pay
to live like that

not that i'm fighting the true
it's not the chase i love,
it's me following you.
now that we
have made everyone equal
can I live?
is not
determined by


your worth


sculpted, perfected


that your value

*beyond price
the very hairs on your head
are numbered"
Luke 12:17
take out the record
i wanna step to the beat
wrap you up in my arms and
list the things i just
love about you
You are not an opportunity

but a sweet responsibility

You are meant

to be held,

not possessed...

Not figured out,

but *discovered
often times we place
our hope
in something invisible
only to find
the invisible
often times places
His hope
in us
I see you

in the stillness of the snow
that blankets the meadow

in the kisses of couples
long spent together

in the rays of the sun
that slowly rises

in the rising of the choral piece
that praises your essence

in the hollow of my heart
steadfast in beating

I see you
Lord, I see you.
When i read your poems
I am happy to see
that love is still among many
even though it may be hard to see…

striving to make sense of our feelings
our deep and inner dispositions
when we are presented with this thing,
this thing, someone named "love"

because people
with there beaten and broken hearts
the medication, alcohol and ailments
do not heal or stop this predicament…

it is so hard to see the light
my friends, look beyond the situation

everything is as meant to be.
though hard to see

your life is held in the palm of a hand
whose gentle care will never end

so raise your head
and stand up tall

you are one among all
whose hearts have been broken

but you, this individual
my friend, you are

for I am a witness to say,
you are a blessing to me every day
addressing those who are down spirited.
your heart will soon be happy
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