Old Myspace Blog Post # 8

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Joy Beagle Current mood: tired Category: Pets and Animals She's looking at me in this moment Eyes that have witnessed pain and loss Without any vocabulary to describe such events A sigh tells me more about her plight Than any journal or diary might ever convey I tap on a keyboard in a quiet bedroom That has become her refuge, Her port after an immense storm Hours pass and she remains at a loyal Proximity to me Her furroughed brow speaks concern At Backfiring mufflers or Unplanned eruptions of outside noise The fur on her back stands alert Imposed by her intuitive knowledge That the comfort of this chair on which she Perches Is not unlike where she rested when Katrina tore down the walls around her. Originally posted elsewhere 08/05/07 Currently reading: The World Is Flat: A Brief History of the Twenty-first Century By Thomas L. Friedman Release date: 24 July, 2007

Old Myspace Blog Post # 7

For A Friend
Category: Writing and Poetry

Come here, sit still

Let silence rest

Your eyes will say it all

No rock or mountain in this world

Withstands a waterfall

Your heart can ache below the pain

Where none was ever felt

A piece of you for now is gone

No words of mine will help

So place your own

Between these lines

And say what comes to rest

Upon your tongue, when emptiness

Consumes your beating chest

Rip roar the tears

Or choke them back

No rules in life apply

Inevitable we each will face

An unprepared goodbye

I knew not what you

Felt for him

And honestly I'd bet

The conversations in your head

Are ones you'd not had yet

But when the wise

Reflect on life

And look for clues of truth

No single being whose birth was here

Remains as living proof

So bear your burden

Noble son

And carry deep within

The father who gave life to you

Your truth still lives with him.

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I offer this to you as a prayer: Om Ah Mi Dewa Rhi (recite this when you think of him, especially in these initial weeks.)

May the blessings of Amitabha and all the fortunate ones whose name you need only speak

Guide you through your grief, and your father to an auspicious next journey. Peace be with you.

Originally Published Elsewhwere (after a friend lost his father) on 12/01/07

Old Myspace Blog Post # 6

Up and At ’Em
Category: Writing and Poetry

standing flesh
demands contact and firm grip
pulling and twisting myself to life
i summon sparks from within

morning glory
a frantic faceless romance
me. world. universe.
exploding light
warm wet delivery
compassion confined molecularly
to fluid

teeth grind
toes curl
you appear in unopened eyes
morph into him
linger as her
depart as them

daylight invades
sleepy little slits of vision
a clock demands response
and our morning affair
is mopped clean from
shoulders, bellies and wrists

what shame ensues
my expression of hope
forbidden conversationally
except in dark places
so i bring it here

i post my heart
i post my joyful weariness
i post an organ of ill repute
in my mind and at my fingertips
pressing it for more fulfillment

and still the empty truth
remains in full display
no changes in dispair
no lack of love between atoms
attraction, repulsion, neutrality

tomorrow will be the same
and i relish a morning romp
a chance to spray myself
against the frosty world
burning it with my absolute intention

Originally Posted elsewhere on 12/07/07

Old Myspace Blog Post # 5

Kindred Spirits

on a frosted mountain top

four friends sip warm froth

comforted by slightly similar lives

variegated experiences of philosophy and sexuality

interrupted by the desperation

poverty, liquor, and native land disputes

unable to convey love without stern rejection

ample reminders of perfection

amongst our human flaws

scone crumbed lips I wish to kiss

that smile intoxicatingly broad and inclusive

gazing right into brown eyes

warm, familiar, radiating sensuality of spirit and flesh

a booming baritone voice in my left periphery

spills philoshophy with sexy intrigue

for mystical matters

this kindred council

reminds my flesh why it is offered

for pleasurable pursuits

that might embrace minds

flicker familiarity

bring union to what is

always has been

forgotten for a moment

lasting uncountable lifetimes

this is the blessing

of hot tea

with warm friends

below frozen water

stopped in time as it dripped

succombing to gravity

a dance interrupted

with phallic grace

until heat and memory

help it accomplish its aim

Posted Elsewhere on 12/14/07

Old Myspace Blog Post # 4

Once more round the cosmic ballroom...
Category: Writing and Poetry

Grasping your insomnia

between my chattering teeth

I bite into your loneliness

Chewing ancient promises

Quivering abdominal recognition

In efforts to support

whichever form of us arises

In a moment of celestial perfection

Clarity comes at dusk

Setting ablaze familiarity

Your jawline leads my shadowy

trace of a memory

Locked mouths tumbling

time honored cliches

tongues tangling sincerely

In truthful union

Rest casually

Above a hearbeat

Whose Tempo

Sets your feet dancing again

Originally posted elsewhere on 12/27/07

Old Myspace Blog Post # 3

Crossing the Highway
Category: Writing and Poetry

A timid step

onto a busy Interstate

We feel comforted by those keeping stride

Before or behind us

Glances dart in every direction

This is not safe activity

Regardless of the "crosswalk" delimited here

Painted Lines providing the illusion of safety

Friendly signals prompting us to endeaver

None saw it careening.

Perhaps those closest... felt subtle

Disorientation

noticing imbalance before the moment

Formidable Vehicle barrells down

Upon Pedestrians just getting their stride

Leaving a familiar curb

not yet resting on the other corner

Becoming obvious there would be...

Casualties

Fright came not from the trajectory

Of a mass of lethal steel imposing

Quickly upon us

Fear arose after She pushed us to safety

Where we witness the one

who stared into the driver's eyes

Inviting the collision...

Originally Posted elsewhere on 02/24/08

Old Myspace Blog Post # 2

Bigger Love
Current mood: indescribable
Category: Writing and Poetry

Disoriented, feeling distance
Between two things that share space and time
A moment of perfect union
Embracing now, with no other intention

I love you too
Not instead of another
But as well
Causing choruses of confusion in my head

How can we limit our love
Confine it within a population of 40 billlion
To only one other, with all hopes
Aspirations bound to that miniscule joining

Nuclear power resides in my being
Atom splitting intensity to consume
Any piece of your unworthiness
Returning pristine confidence of your divinity

Limitations of my bodily limbs
Any comfort they might bestow
Apathy thwarting my vocabulary
Attempting to explain such boundless things

Partake, and heal yourself
You will be healing me as well
And all will benefit eventually
If we are pure in this endeavor

Peeling away my shields
Standing before you as bare as the world allows me to be
I echo refrains of timeless wisdom
Saying you have this in you - and we savor it between us

Originally posted elsewhere 01/14/08

Old Myspace Blog Post # 1

To Touch Alabaster
Current mood: cultured
Category: Writing and Poetry

Handling a smooth and delicate carving

Of love and alabaster.

I marvel at the peace within its curves

The Hope within its pockets

I feel the artist's intention flowing through

My fingertips

As though love moves through a permeable membrane

and we were sharing it now - this masterpiece and I

Touching such priceless finery

I realize that a sculptor may be nervously observing

Or approaching from afar

So I seek to assure them - with a pure mind

Although I cannot afford this fixture

That might truly beautify my life

I come often to marvel the majesty

Connect with the cool perfection

And praise the artist who allows such tactile

And visual refreshment

In a dark and lonely world I have known too long

I thank all that is, for this alabaster in my hands.

Originally Posted elsewhere on 04/11/08

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Snow Still Tall as of Monday...

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Blizzard Basics

Okay, we just got through digging out from the big weekend snow and now truly blizzard-like conditions are on us.

So my quick checklist before we lose power:

• Candles and lighter in convenient location. [CHECK]
• Fresh water [CHECK]
• Made up some food and John bought snacks [CHECK]
• Blankets [CHECK]
• Cuddling dogs (a/k/a emergency heaters) [CHECK]

To My Left

To My Right


My wintry stew for this storm was brewed up last night:

Diced sweet taters - tossed into hot olive oil and then added zucchini, onions and carrots all chopped up.
When that starts percolating in the oil and smells yummy - add lots of liquid. I used Big Splash of soy sauce, 1/2 small can of tomato paste and fill little pot with water until veggies are covered. Stir in some curry (5 or 6 good shakes of it) some rosemary, cracked pepper, dash of red pepper flakes and a tiny splash of Balsamic vinegar.

Let that pot simmer til the veggies are soft. Oh yeah, I threw in some cooked rice to give it more of a stew like consistency.

It is really a comfy bowl of warmth as we watch the horizontal drifts of snow and crazy wind thrashing flakes around out there. Bawl'mer is at level 3 emergency = NO cars on the road but rescue and utility vehicles for rescue.

It's colder'n a witch's tit in a brass bra out there. I sure hope you all are warm!

"Ohhhhh the weather outside is frightful, but the stew is quite delightful... and since we've no place to go... LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!!"

Peace Ya'll!

[Disclaimer no animals were harmed in the posting of this blog entry. Hell... they weren't even woken up!]

Sarah and John. Snoooooozzzzzzzze time.

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