"In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." -Shing Xiong *** "Do not go where the path may lead; instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Ralph Waldo Emerson *** "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget." -G. Randolf *** "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -E.M. Forster *** "Imagnination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world." -Albert Einstein *** Defintion of Suburbia: A place where they cut down trees and name streets after them. -(Unknown, found on sticker) :p *** "A lie goes halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." -Winston Churchill***"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly." -Louis Ginsberg ***"All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware." -Martin Buber

Monday, September 10, 2012

Adrift (a poem)

Written September 9th, 2012

My dreams shift
Mirages on a desert horizon
My heart adrift
Try to understand
The elusive wolves in the woods
Flickering between trees
Just flashes
Of eyes and teeth

Some nights
I plunge and shatter
Broken chips of bones across the rocks
Lakes of blood, yet;
Impossibly alive
When the rain falls
And rocks me to sleep
I’m stitched back together
A little voodoo doll
I walk among lands
With silver nights
Starry lakes
And mystics with soul-eyes
Landscapes too beautiful to paint

Predetermined Place (a poem)

Predetermined Place
Written June 12th, 2012
Today I bring a picnic basket
And a heavy heart
To the top of a hill
In a quiet corner with a charming view
Beneath a friendly maple tree.
As I sit in my predetermined place
I quietly thank the maple
For the kindness is has given selflessly
To my husband and I
Sprawling branches shield me from the hot sky
And in the winter
It holds back some of the snow and ice
Protecting his stone from damage
And mine as well.

My Coins (a poem)

My Coins
Written May 5th, 2012

The little wooden box
Has lost the shine on its finish
And appears dim and tires
Like its special contents
But I think the ancient look
Makes it interesting-
Alerts the viewer to a hidden
Mysterious treasure.
A dragon flies across the lid
Suspended in the wood
His maw open in a roar
Warning the evil doers
That he protects the contents

Selective Ignorance (a poem)

Selective Ignorance
Written April 19th, 2012

Threads tear, bare from use
Sad puppy cries, dejected
Punished for trying

But that is just fine
You’re incapable of wrong
Stark blind, full of whine.

No safe place for hearts
Angry shadows and bad air
Smells: rancid decay

But that is just fine
You’re incapable of wrong
Jealous, past your prime.

Watch a joyful soul
Crumble and suffocate here
A plant in darkness

But that is just fine
You’re incapable of wrong
All talk, with no spine.

Dreams crushed under foot
You could help, put action forth
Instead we suffer

But that is just fine
You’re incapable of wrong
Ignore passing time.

Principals Are People Too! (a poem)

Principals Are People Too!
Written April 21st, 2012
Such a dark, scary man
That lays in wait
In a shadowy room of doom
At the end of the hall
Since we were just wee children
We feared the call:
“Principal’s office!”

Surely in our heads
As we walked that walk
Of impending reprimand and shame
We pictured a tall spidery man
With beady accusing eyes
Behind authoritative spectacles
That magnify his angry glare
Crouched in his torture chamber
Waiting for us there.

Imagine our surprise!
To see a normal man
With a smile and friendly eyes!
Bustling about a bright,
Charmingly messy office
Much like any other
And he wants not to expel you
From his school on some accusation
But rather congratulate you
For some prideful consummation.

As you leave his office
With a smile on your face
You wonder how your friends will react
Upon learning he’s not from outer space!
The principal is a person too!

Say hi to him in the hall
And listen to his responding call
If you take the time as you walk
To greet him and have a talk
You might be surprised to find
He too has interests and opinions in mind
Instead of boarding a mothership from above
At the day’s end he returns to a family full of love

I’m sorry to change your world
With this ground-breaking news,
I know it’s strange, even revolutionary,
But it’s true:

Principals are people too!