I am mute.
If I opened myself
As priests and scholars do,
My heirloom of blue blood
Would turn, like theirs,
Into bleeding.
Archive for September, 2009
My bedroom is not poetic
Posted in -all posts-, art & writing, tagged art, Beauty, clutter, decor, descriptive poetry, imagery, poetry on September 28, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
My bedroom is not poetic.
No sun rippling through the window like a third curtain…
No curtain at all…
Only the beating of a radio tower through the blinds like a sterile heart.
No childhood to excavate…
Only the accumulation of three blustery years’ clutter,
And a wooden box
Containing, among other nothings,
A letter
Telling how beautiful I am.
On the “obligation” of attending Mass
Posted in -all posts-, religion & spirituality, tagged Catholicism, ceremonies, ceremony, Christ, Christianity, church, drama, interpretive dance, Mass, reality, religion, spirituality, theater, theatre on September 22, 2009 | 1 Comment »
On the “obligation” of attending Mass: I respect your lifestyle, but in my worldview, ceremonies are not sacred reality; they are only interpretive dances of sacred reality. The preference of sleeping in on Sunday morning is no more a denial of Christ’s holiness than reluctance to act in “The Miracle Worker” is a denial [...]
Grandfather Guilt
Posted in -all posts-, healing, tagged depression, dysfunctional thoughts, Faith, forgiveness, grace, guilt, healing, help, inspirational, Life, mental illness, motivational, poetry, religion, religious poetry, self-forgiveness, self-help, spirituality, truth on September 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Grandfather Guilt
is obviously true.
Good old Grace
stands against the truth.
Good old Grace knows
more about the truth
than truth itself can know.
A page that couldn’t care less
Posted in -all posts-, religion & spirituality, tagged Bible, Christianity, Faith, Life, religion, scripture, spirituality on September 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The Church should be about God, and God is in the eyes of those who care about us…not confined to a page that couldn’t care less if it gave us a papercut!
Excerpt from a letter by Emily Dickinson
Posted in -all posts-, love & relationships, tagged Dickinson, dogs, Emily Dickinson, famous poets, Friends, friendship, loneliness, Love, poetry, quotes, recluse, reclusion, relationships on September 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
When asked whether she had any friends:
Of ’shunning Men and Women’ — they talk of Hallowed things, aloud — and embarrass my Dog — He and I dont object to them, if they’ll exist their side. I think Carlo would please you — He is dumb, and brave — I think you would like [...]
The words we must recite
Posted in -all posts-, politics & society, tagged conservative, individualism, liberal, libertarian, Love, Music, poem, poetry, politics, protest poem, protest poetry, religion, spirituality, unity on September 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The words we must recite: “Damn what we love best!”
The footwork we must dance: “Damn what we love best!”
But we are not afraid.
Though our feet beat in four to Caesar’s march of hate,
Our hearts forever match the Lover’s jig in three.
Our hearts defy our feet.
They beat without a sound.
They beat more felt than heard.
What noise [...]
Friedman: “I Never Saw Another Butterfly”
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged Auschwitz, concentration camp, concentration camps, famous poems, history, Holocaust, i never saw another butterfly, Jewish, Judaism, pavel friedman, poem, poems, poetry, poets, the last butterfly on September 11, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I never saw another butterfly . . .
The last, the very last,
so richly, brightly, dazzling yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears sing
against a white stone . . .
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly `way up high.
It went away I’m sure because it
wished to kiss the world goodbye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this [...]
