I am weed
in the field
yet I am the rose
among the rocks and dust
Selasa, 31 Maret 2009
Senin, 30 Maret 2009
Beestung Lips
I bought this lip balm and thought this was a nice surprise. it mixes castor oil plant, candelilla, shea nut, almond, jojoba, and grapes. and when i applied it on my lips and twas like stung by bee.
Kamis, 19 Maret 2009
O traveler
away from home
from the warmth of the nest
but the bird likes it best
and even forgets where it is
she feels it belongs
to the very land it perches on
that it eats many
and makes friends with many
makes me happy
do I set it free?
i asked me
my heart said
i never keep it caged
that his eye is on it
it can eat many
and be happy
here I end the story
I care not if it returns to me
as long as it eats many
flips its wings and swings
and be on and on happy
from the warmth of the nest
but the bird likes it best
and even forgets where it is
she feels it belongs
to the very land it perches on
that it eats many
and makes friends with many
makes me happy
do I set it free?
i asked me
my heart said
i never keep it caged
that his eye is on it
it can eat many
and be happy
here I end the story
I care not if it returns to me
as long as it eats many
flips its wings and swings
and be on and on happy
Pastorelle
ascended every morning
sent prayer through the ceiling
though heart heavy with uncertain feelings
to greet the bright orange sky
but her heart nobody knew
did it dwell in the land
where she held hope in hand?
or did it smile
when she was many a mile
away from her homeland?
the weeds she mowed
faster than did cows
fetched water in metal jug
atop her head
when she moved down in small steps?
slowly the water spilled
as she stepped down the hill
and the unborn baby forgot something
a scene unseen from his memory
(for the only thing he saw
was a scene in a flash of light
a flying angel view
from the white clouds
he saw him and the woman
on a boat, rowing
and it felt a hand pushed him
to the light
and that was him then
face to face with death
in curtain)
she did it with heavy heart
that every drip counted
oh what was that?
asked the unborn baby
ascended every morning
sent prayer through the ceiling
to greet the bright orange sky
but her heart nobody knew
it dwelt not in the land
where she held hope in hand
but it did smile
when she was many a mile
away from her homeland
(MamePb10)
sent prayer through the ceiling
though heart heavy with uncertain feelings
to greet the bright orange sky
but her heart nobody knew
did it dwell in the land
where she held hope in hand?
or did it smile
when she was many a mile
away from her homeland?
the weeds she mowed
faster than did cows
fetched water in metal jug
atop her head
when she moved down in small steps?
slowly the water spilled
as she stepped down the hill
and the unborn baby forgot something
a scene unseen from his memory
(for the only thing he saw
was a scene in a flash of light
a flying angel view
from the white clouds
he saw him and the woman
on a boat, rowing
and it felt a hand pushed him
to the light
and that was him then
face to face with death
in curtain)
she did it with heavy heart
that every drip counted
oh what was that?
asked the unborn baby
ascended every morning
sent prayer through the ceiling
to greet the bright orange sky
but her heart nobody knew
it dwelt not in the land
where she held hope in hand
but it did smile
when she was many a mile
away from her homeland
(MamePb10)
Ship and Court
Kamis, 12 Maret 2009
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