Tuesday, March 03, 2009

They say the key to blogging is continually updating, I have been doing as such. For the past couple of months I have been blogging here
http://myhearteyes.blogspot.com/.
The cessation of this blog and the beggining of the other marked many necessary and gradual beginnings and endings in my life.
So there you have it , all who are concerned.
The new blog is less personal, less meditative, and dedicated solely to prose and poetry.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

There are constant reminders of my lack
lack of adequate ability to communicate
to comphrehend
to sympathize
to empathize
and why is it the hardest with those with whom you have known the longest?
who have cause you the most pain
whom you desperately need to see
to touch
to give and get
to taste
Grace from. unto.within. in their voice. actions. touch.
oh but these words get caught behind entanglements of fear and pride
..and i dont know where to begin
..and its been so long
and why whys?
and complacency putceses around the ankles of the indifference that tags
along my heels.
in the shadows
let there be no fear of doing the "hard" thing
come now think of the the joy that awaits
the newness.
but for now only silence
the awkward,
heavy silence
the tell-tale silence
of i should have
could have
would have
known you by know
years of time
but i know you not.
at all.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

And this I shall do.
And this I will do.
Slowly.

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Friday, December 01, 2006

Its time
I cough..
to clear
out the cobwebs of fear
of apathy
of disdain
of pain
of disillusion
that have formed .
How could I forget?
How did I forget?
The end for which I began.
It was you.
The joy was you.
It was all for you.
It is time .
again.
I shall start again.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

...just strecthing my poetic legs.....

Thursday, February 09, 2006

...a song.......
Dress for action like a man
Guird yourself for action
All you who claim to be wise
You scribe, You philosopher of this age
You who claim to see
Forever thwarting my glory

Dress for action like a man
You make it know to me
All you who demands signs
Who demand wisdom
In your folly
ANd i will show you

Where were you ?
Where were you ?
When i laid the foundation of the earth ,
on what were its bases sunk?

Or who shut in the sea with doors
when it burst out from the womb,
when I made clouds its garment
and thick darkness its swaddling band?

Have you comprehended the expanse of the earth?
Declare, if you know all this.
In all your boasting ,surely you know?

Have you entered the storehouses of the snow,
or have you seen the storehouses of the hail,
which I have reserved for the time of trouble,
for the day of battle and war?

Can you hunt the prey for the lion,
or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,
when they crouch in their dens
or lie in wait in their thicket?
Who provides for the raven its prey,
when its young ones cry to God for help,

Is the wild ox willing to serve you?
Will he spend the night at your manger?
and wander about for lack of food?

Do you give the horse his might?
Do you clothe his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like the locust?
His majestic snorting is terrifying.

Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars
and spreads his wings toward the south?
Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up
and makes his nest on high?

Come now , oh son of man , shall you answer Me
that i may be proven wrong?

Forever claiming to see, full of folly.
Shall you humble yourself unto Me?

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

I don't jump in the puddles anymore
I stand on the fringes , stick my big toe in and shudder at the chill
the fear, the danger, the inconveince of wet socks
I don't dream anymore
Jump under cover, quickly press my eyes shut, a quick prayer that tomorrow will be
better,that tommorow will be new , before thoughts steal precious sleep...
I don't watch anymore
I follow the cracks and lines in the sidewalks and streets to my final destination ,
from fear of being found out, from other seeing through the fasade..
I dont twirl my hair anymore
keep hands down , draw no attention to me
I dont speak anymore
I silenty stand by , voice gets caught in the nets of timidity , clogged up in the back of my throat
I cant see anymore
Struggle for perspective , mountains block much needed light, wanting to fly
I keep trying ,
and I keep falling ........