I Wrote A Good Omelet

I Wrote A Good Omelet

I wrote a good omelet...and ate a hot poem...

after loving you

Buttoned my car...and drove my coat home..in the rain...

after loving you

I goed on red...and stopped on green...

floating somewhere in between...

being here and being there...

after loving you

I rolled my bed...turned down my hair...

slightly confused but...I don't care...
Laid out my teeth...and gargled my gown...

then I stood ...and laid me down...

to sleep...

after loving you

Written by Nikki Giovanni

does it really make sense,
to de-sensitize ourselves?

since sense is what makes sense…

does it really fly
to deny ourselves our wings, the wind, and the limitlessness of the skies.

it must be a stage,
this pretending.

don’t feed me lines
don’t give me props
don’t under study
ask me, “what’s at play?”

playwright
become a free write

in fact, don’t write or wrong at all
open your curtains like waterfalls open rivers
and pour in on me…

Death left me a terrified little boy, when i discovered the most essential part of my life could be taken away from me. My family dismembered, my faith in the world, and therefor myself, was terribly shaken...now, i'm learning not to brace myself so much...

Secrets of the talking jaguar

A sad and sickly little child who wept alot, i walked with a painful limp until i was five or so. Around that time, I started making my famous ball of string, which was formed by tying loose thread, wire, rope, twine, or fiber to the free end and winding it into a ball. It grew so immense that i got to pushing it around with two hands, using all my strength, until one day i couldn't budge it anymore. I wanted to be attached to life, and like the threads of dreams and stories one lives out, clothing one's little origination point with one's destiny until one actually begins to appear like what one has learned.

-Martin Pretchtel from 'Secrets of the Talking Jaguar'

Skinning your knees on God

Skinning your knees on God
Little by little,
You will turn into stars.
Even then, my dear,
You will only be a crawling infant,
Still skinning your knees on God.
Little by little,
You will turn into
The whole sweet, amorous universe in heat
On a wild spring night,
And become so free
In a wonderful, secret
And pure Love
That flows
From a conscious,
One-pointed
Infinite need for light.
Even then, my dear,
The Beloved will have fulfilled
Just a fraction,
Just a fraction!
Of a promise he wrote upon your heart.
When your soul begins
To Ever bloom and laugh
And spin in Eternal Ecstasy -
O little by little,
You will turn into God.
— from I Hear God Laughing, Renderings of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky (With thanks to Joe Riley and Panhala.net for so many Daily Inspirations.)

plucked some courage to my fears

*I picked up the guitar, started singing, and plucked some courage to my fears.

*I quit my job in January (in the midst of this economy, i know).

*I am off to Spain, France, Germany, Denmark, and the Netherlands in July with Jonah Matranga on my 1st “official” tour.

*Jonah is a well traveled, well sung, astute and magical human being. This reflects in our friendship, his music, and his life.

*I am questioning how ready I am, while burning and ready as ever.

*I am trying to prepare with love, not in fear.

*I am trying to sing to myself in you, not to you for my ego.

*I am listening…