'Acoursing through my Being
Go Driving me, their Genes
& Globes of those who came Before...
Push me, Love me, build me Strong,
Sweet Gift whose Gold gleams in his Eyes...
...
Wondrous, Amazing, Painful, Joyful Magical Life...
I thank my parents for their Love, & for passing me This Rich Life

Mr. Politician...

Mr. Politician, I know I should subscribe *not*
to "Judge thy neighbor," but rather, to "Love thy neighbor," as I do, in
my way, love you...But...

Do you imagine how Sister Tree, who has sat vigil over generations of your family, may have enhanced your Memorial Day party,

graceful ancient arms waving sweet soft shade over
your sweaty guests, as they drank toasts in honor of their fallen brethren? 

Your yard looks neater, yes, Mr. R...but really, Did you see a
need to have your Friend amputated at her very roots? 

Has she committed a crime, of which I'm unaware?

I know she threw neither nuts nor curses
at any Lives around her...I would have heard, as our windows nearly touch. Your Colonial Mansion on the corner blots our humble convertedbarn from our view, yet she sat vigil over us, as well as over you; 

we loved Her...

I find small consolation in knowing I
have a cousin on Grandpa Leo's side, who has planted many Trees, high upon a hillside, outside of Woodstock, Ulster County, New York...My
mother refers to his new growing sprouts as a "forest." Yes, I feel
somewhat comforted. Yet, we cannot afford to lose even one Tree, for the sake of a neater party yard. No, I should not judge you, as perhaps you have
reasons of which I'm ignorant...

"What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down...  

JDM, Prophetic Poet, & The Doors

*Thank you, YouTube's perceptionman...*

 

Resolution (in revisions)

Miracle Moment, I cannot let you leave

I will stall his cruel dark race

whose laughter sings no Joy in my ears-

Time's Music, I've no desire to hear.

This Moment's giggling harmonies Light rainbow colors

on my angels' faces;

I've no Time to fret you, Time:

I'm Here in This Moment, love her sweet, round taste;
Roll her round in my Love, like a juicy sugared Globe,
Drown in the orbs of lover's eyes
swirl with them in Earth's dance
Shine Sun's Love
back in a Smile
of humble gratitude
and
Enjoy you,
Miracle Moment. 

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Sterling Theda...Thank You, My Nina June 2010

and so I wear this silver Chai around my neck; on the back, mysteriously engraved:

Sterling

Theda

~~~~~~~~~~

We have been to explore my Nina's (grandma's) material things Today, in the house where I grew up. 

Life hurts so much sometimes.

My Nina left me so much more than her inexpensive tangible items.

She did, however, Gift me a telephone,via my mom.

I yearn to hear her Voice

I'm not myself, this Night, with her genes coursing through me, her voice in my head, 

a symbol around my neck of a religion I've not observed... 

Nina would understand, as I'm her 1st granddaughter. 

My *culture,* is always with me. She loved (loves) me unconditionally-I know that.  

She left here a magical necklace of charms which say, "Live, Laugh, Love" :) I know she smiles to see my neck encircled w/such Life 

Enough sad for me...what a Day. I send love to my friends! xoxo I am humbled & sad this Night,

while certain Joy always bubbles a bit below  

GoodDay/GoodNight, sweet Friends. 

A trusting glimpse into the Life of an insignificant girl,

who only wants to hug her Nina & hear her sing

& So she shall sing thru me.

Funny how expressions I'd long forgotten are actually in my Mind, 

emerging as I mommy my son.

Endangered language

I see I'm supposed to keep it Alive, this creole of beautiful Musical sounds.

I love you ForEver, My Nina, & we shall meet again.

How long does it hurt so? May 4, 2009.Some say I *should* be finished grieving...but I do it in spurts. I don't mean to be gloomy. So tired

I've written too much..but I've done it now. Thanks for reading. My Heart hurts, but feels Joy simultaneously; the Joy & Love I share w/you 

June 2010

In Winter I miss your exotic lush deep Presence,
amnesiac to
your secret sadistic ways.
You enCircle, penetrate our Minds and Bodies,

...dance a tiny giggle

and watch the ensuing Chaos

cruel Beloved Heat.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Diamonds of Sun, Rain down upon us,

sprinkling the Air with Heat-Sparked Pain... 

Best to avoid your loving guise, altho we worship your Eyes

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~

June 4, 2010

For my angel child of 6,

& for Sebastian, el hijo de mi amiga, quien hoy cumple un ano de Vida

SUPERMAN 


SuperMan stands high in the Swelter, 

sees thru the Stars, breathes deeply of her Love, & 

dives, 
as wild crowds cheer. 

I,  alone, knew he could