Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Morning

The morning is so good and quiet
as she gives me her first kiss

and fills my room with bright early light
pushing cool clean air into my nostrils

just like the vapor traces
of my religiously brewed coffee

a precious cup of stolen me-time
before the day comes rushing in

words flicker on the screen
"Good morning, blue eyes"

It is a good one, isn't it?

Monday, April 13, 2009

Watch



Sometimes I feel like my life is a movie. Like I am not really there but am watching myself on a screen. I do the motions, I say my lines and I repeat the scenes until I get them right. I substitute my reality with a screenplay. I contribute my emotions to the script so I can disconnect from them. It's just easier than taking everything seriously.

We are all actors.

Each of us has their role. We are trained and conditioned to act in front of an audience of others. So that we are socially acceptable. So that we don't hurt or offend. So that we are loved.

I just need to remember that I am not only what I show to others. That I am not Hollywood.

God should be a director.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Another poem...or something like that

My empty motionpicture brain is clawing for a spark of inspiration.

My starving water-wrinkled hands are reaching for some hope to hold

My tired multi-questioned heart floats in a maze of mirrors

And all my eyes can see is you.
 
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