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May 26, 2010
Lunch with Hanna and Richard
I walked bare foot today
said hello to all the familiar faces
Had lunch with Richrd and hanna
and almost choked laughing hard
It was hot today
my hair is short now
I guess I have come to peace
with the mug I call my face
she does not laugh much
but when she does, such a treat
I could see how he fell for her
The long legs , perky breasts , red hair and all
and the way she hangs on him
and how they move around each other
molding each others movements with every step
he smiles with a twinkle in his eyes - the snake charmer
they get me, my humor
the pain in my heart, the love
I like to share, and how naked I
am standing right now here.
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May 24, 2010
Seduction a two part play
There is no rule here. This is the game we play. your wits are all you get. i use the words, there is theatric involved. I am tenacious always looking for the ones who could bear the game. If you have no taste for high balancing acts, you better run. The exit is to the left.
But if you stay, i will set a fire on the most beautiful piece of earth.
I lay a blanket , we watch the sunset, we talk all night. I tell you my
Tales and we wait for the sunrise. If you liked it, you come back again
Soon. and if I liked you I might let you stay for another fire, another
Sunset, many tales and a sunrise again.
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Alive
I cried
listening to a song
on the radio, in my car
driving home
the sun was shining
the air was crisp
rushing through the window
I felt so alive
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Flawless
You came quietly
As I stood by the counter
seizing a dream breathless, still
the air floating under my feet
Standing near but not close
dressed in a simple gray top
I glanced your way, to find your eyes
you did not look my way
I could hear your voice
sweet in my ear, the rhythm of your voice
not what you said just the sing song of your words
I looked again , your eyes, your skin, your face, you -flawless
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May 20, 2010
psychedelic Monday
there is a green folding chair
behind a window with orange curtains
she has washed her golden hair
and her white teeth shine as she bites on a red apple
she lays her brown legs
on the gray window pane
Her blue eyes shine in the light
as she chews on her red lips
she is waiting for the black chevy
she always sees him coming down the street
bobbing his head behind the windshield
and the sound of the purple music rushes in
she flashes her white teeth
her pink tongue licking her red lips
she hears his footstep bruising the terra-cotta mosaic
she turns her head as the footsteps fade away.
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May 19, 2010
Curious (hard hat area, under construction, unfinished)
I wonder if you find it curious. This is where I live. My quiet corner over a friends shop. He makes jewelry
in his spare time. He is a good landlord. and as long as I do not cry load at night or laugh hysterically, as long as I do not open the window early mornings singing , as long as I stand within limits, he leaves me alone.
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Introduction
It was your footstep
or the smell of mint on
your breath, I looked up
you stood close and smiled
your hair wet,
caught in the rain
with your nipple aching
against your shirt
you covered yourself
blushing, I looked away
stepping back, it was obvious
I was happy to see you
Posted by Idinraha at 09:18 PM | Comments (0)
May 14, 2010
Bliss
At a certain point you come to understand the subtle nuance of differences and similarities
Contrasts and harmonies, patterns and flows. The curtains will fall and truth tender
In its ethereal clarity holds you light. echoes a whisper in your ears-so you would hear.
covers yours eyes -so you could see and lit the chambers inside your heart -so you could
smile. and a happy thought burst across your mind. You are lit, lifting up weightless in
a bliss
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May 12, 2010
Someone else ago
These days I feel the freshness of the colors
As they drip slowly finding their way. I like sunny days,
There is a clarity in light Although they are times I close my eyes
Vying for a more intimate affair. I shut off , handcuff and mute
My senses, floating away
I wish I could paint, words can't be brushed, there are
Clumsy, yet I have known words absurdly feminine or muscular
Words so tender they bruise while you place them, though some
could tear your skin . There is still something romantic about a man
Standing alone , paint brush in his hand
These days I stand outside myself looking in, these days
I am fragile yet I feel bursting inside, these days I am raw pink
All inside with a quiet affinity for mischief, I find myself playing hide
And seek inside my head the way we used to do with my kids,
Eyes closed, laying in bed some time ago
At last I have captured the woods, and there is no way
Back home. I am amongst the ghosts, silhouettes of characters
I had met: as they fell in love, lost their way, fought their nemesis ,
All along enticing me - I, the spectator
I closed each book , but the ghosts never left
They walked the hallways, whispering, begging not to
Be compromised, reciting stories of the woods, as I stood
Behind the windows lost. Yet I stood my ground living a normal life
Watching the woods so close, — outside
It seems so far now, such long ago, sometimes ago, someone else ago
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May 08, 2010
Direction to nowhere
I never thought I enjoy a solitary dinner
sitting at the counter of a diner somewhere along a road
I never thought i allow myself enough space
To just walk in, sit at the counter and ask for menue
I never knew the roads could hold you in comfort
open themselves to you along the length of a day and
you come to enjoy the air that brushes your hair
Driving with no thoughts crowding your way
Holding a conversion with the gas station attendant while
paying for a soda " How about this weather we're having " , "How far to Tulsa"
noticing the nervous smile of a waitress rolling a ring on her finger, chewing gum
And cherish it all from the dark roots of her hair to her blue eye liners
I dont need to stand outside and look in,
I can breath the air, walk on dried leaves and smell the grass
I could say hello to the old man sitting on a rocking chair on his porch
and ask him for direction to nowhere, and see him smile as he shakes his head
Posted by Idinraha at 08:50 PM | Comments (0)
May 07, 2010
Just take a pill
It is good to know
no matter how severe,
the pain, there is always
a pill for it
not a cure, they could be
timely, and expensive
just an escape, a release
after all it is just a pill
I have lived without pills
silly as it sounds my people
are afraid of little pills
-They might get addicted, they say
To that I say
What use is not being addicted
if you live with misery and pain
wise up -- just take the pill
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May 06, 2010
Dr K (a work in progress)
Dr K you seem so pleased to see me, as I pass by you disrobing slowly in a jest
Falling within the comfort of leather seating deep with my hands nervously moving
I prepare my defense. You comfort me with your faint voice that crawls out of your mouth
and soon I am on my feet with the lights on center stage for another performance
a brilliant virtuoso sullied by ids and egos, naked bathing mothers and quiet fathers,
the neighbors girl in her glory swimming in nude while sweat oozes from my psyche
I bring to life just for you the freight I felt being caught in full appreciation of my sexuality
The assault of disappointments and guilts of a beautiful mind caught in ceremonial
Patterns of birth rights, Gender confusion (I liked Pink!) of the have and have not
As the chorus burst " she left him at Three " and the voices in the background
whispering " Tuesday Child, maybe the prodigal son, second child syndrome "
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The Station
The train leans back, leaps forward, leaving the station. It disappears in the dark of the tunnel, and soon its only a faint sound that travels forward. The stations feels cold as the voices drop and fade, it seems vacuous, like no life has ever arrived or departed there.
A life in progress, a life lived in the presence of now, as we sit behind the window and wait. The cars go by . A man jogs along the grass against the traffic. The day is flowing in warmth of the sun as a yellow butterfly lands softly within the orange Crimson hues of a blooming pansy. You almost see her clear as all in the background fades, there is a joy in you unfamiliar, a peaceful quiet , you are taken and become a part of the scene. You are present in now.
In my dreams I am always far, I am always passing by. In my dreams, I walk the lonely narrow streets and the odor of soil fills me and holds me in safety of a belonging. My brown native boy with his black hair crowding his face and the smell of a clear sweat that hovers over him. There is a clarity in my visions and a deep contrast rooted in truth. I remember the way my father talked with such authority, there was no doubt in his voice , no clouds in his eyes, just the simple beauty of truth.
Nostalgia creeps on you like age. You know it is there right behind you in every step. Its a compact volume of then and has beens , words like " Do you remember", exited confirmations jumping out with words like "Yes, yes , and " . It is solid and real as the ground you walk on. It's a long cord of many vessels that feed your existence in apprehension of a life that comes at you. It is all you got.
My mother had the most luminous hair black as coal. It brought the beauty of her skin to show. My mother was always beautiful and life was warm and flowing in aromas of every day living within her arms and I could put my face in her blouse and fall sleep lost in in her. She holds me in her gaze now
" Darling she says as her face opens in content. She thought me how to value myself how to thrive for more and cherish the curiosity within me.
Life is a glance on a perfect day, where the air is so clear you could see forever. and as you inhale that clarity spreads within you, lulling your senses. The scents of life that flows and moves in rivers within the deepest oceans far away is trusted to you in a breath, life affirming.
You could hear the voices as they crowd the station again. Soon the noise hangs in the air climbing up.
You see men carrying their lives within them stand by the rails waiting for the next train full of apprehension of life that comes at them as they hear the faint sound of the moving vessel and earth shakes under their feet.
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