Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Finding Peace



The sky is unpredictable
filtered through a blanket of clouds
And I can't tell what's on the other side

Though I can see the rain
the drops are almost undetectable
as they brush against my skin like feathers

the silence creates a barrier
only periodically broken by the wind
as it shifts through the leaves

My hands tremble with anticipation
but flow with joy all the while
as I think about you

could this be
what it means
To Find Peace

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

For the GIRLS




This is for the girls.

For the girls whose favorite color growing up was green,

not PINK.

For the elementary school princess, still dreaming of being royalty.

For the cheerleaders and the song writers,

For the girls who loved fairy tales, who love romantic comedies.

For the girls who won't let you blame their anger on sadness or PMS,

Regardless what time of the month it is.


This is for the runaways,

the girls fainting down the runways.

For the girls who played their Barbie dolls into Doctors and Teachers.

For they were not allowed to be ok with the A's

For the girls who got A's in their math and science classes.

For the spitfires kicking the baseball teams asses.


For the girls who wrote poetry,

who write love letters,

Write Love Me down one arm and I Exist down the other.

For the girls who love sex and aren't afraid to share it with others.


For the girls who dress the best, and girls who flaunt their breast,

For the girls who love football, wrestling and pillow fights.

For the girls who like girls, for the girls who kiss girls,

And the girls who are for all the boys.

For saving face to save themselves gracefully,

falling apart behind closed doors.


This is for the heroines who like themselves,

who hate themselves, who hurt themselves,

but refuse to change themselves for someone else.


For the girls who will never get used to you calling them beautiful,

But will never allow anyone to call them chicks, dimes, honeys, sluts or Ho's.

This is for the high heels, taking dark- alley steps carefully,

listening because they have to.


This is for the girls who's monsters are still out there,

This is for the girls who made damn sure theirs aren't.

This is for the girls who are swallowing more than doubt for dinner,

For the shoulders carrying relentless weights,

for the home makers and home wreckers.

the the heart breakers and the breaking hearts.


This for for the girls who are working harder than their paychecks think.

This is for the man-eaters who refuse to believe, that the meaning of life,

is settling down, settling into, settling for some thing less than they want.


For the femme- fatales

for the fem- nazis,

For the women who are still surviving the holocaust of their domestic violence,

at the hands of their undomesticated ANIMALS.

For all the girls who understand love does not warrant punishment,

and hope for the girls that don't.

For the girls dancing with boys at parties,

for the girls dancing with girls at parties,

for the girls clutching their drinks at parties,

for the girls being raped at parties.


For the girls facing rapist on the witness stand,

For girls black eyed having their man arrested.

For the girls who get out their pens,

write I EXIST down this arm,

and LOVE ME up the other,

and in the middle scribble BEAUTIFUL

For all the girls.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Illusions



Silver, a beauty in nature.
Resides the hidden ambitions.
Darkness, shrouded in silk.
Beauty masking despair.

Though magnificent in your appearance.
Brilliant, and appeasing...
It masks the pain inside.
Enclosing that which lurks...

Upsetting to the modern beliefs.
Outcast thoughts and memories.
However, you can still find relations.

For, I can relate to your thoughts.
Your actions and contemplations.
An outcast in your presence.
Do I deserve to stand before you?

Are we in enough similarities?
To say that we can relate.
Are outcasts strange, even to each other?
Tossed aside, You and I...

Shall we reside in exile?
Together...

An illusion to the world.
But, can I see through your disguise?
Incognito to everyone.
But, am I the lone exception?

I wish you could remove your mask.
To me if no one else.
For, we are the same creatures.
Silver, beautiful, illusions...