dragon life

Love is enough to wake one up
to the nightmare one's life is becoming,
but it is not enough
to erase the nightmare





so what to do?

get your dragon slaying sword out and your armour made of baby's breath, while adorning yourself with golden rings made of fairy's hair?

i'm afraid not.

life isn't a book.
its not roped together
in chapters
and bound up in bindings.
its not alphabetized,
it doesn't carry with it
the pleasant smell of yesteryear
guised as mold and dust.

words aren't always pretty, people don't always have time.

anger exists, 
and hate, and hurt.

healing is true too. and peace and serenity and submission and letting go.

and its not really a nightmare dragon at all.



its just you.
trying to get out of your way,
and be ok with the choices you've made,

as much as you may not be able stand those choices now at all.

the work now, as always, is to be.
love and be loved
be a partner, a friend
involved and helpful
and important.

to love





dragon's off again to bed
to tell stories
to children still afraid
enough to listen
if you blink your eyes-
just a little bit-
chances are
you'll miss him

dragons tell secrets
like that too
making up just enough
bad parts
to make the good parts
seem untrue

so when a dragon talks
listen with just one ear cocked
and hopefully the half
filled with all the true
will be the part that
makes it through

Revolutionary Dirty Pictures

it was a lovely weekend
spent together in a sort of
cloudy mumbling
drawing out ideas
in comments
made in
after thoughts

piecing together
future
tearing apart past

all the while, adjusting,
adjusting
adjusting to
the hour,
the minute,

moment
by
moment

suddenly 'now' came calling
and glasses full and empty
shattered everywhere

letting now be allowable-
allowing the now to just be-
is like catching a ride
with the tiger of time
outracing any thoughts
worth a dime

thoughts based on
memory
charading
far too long
as a measure of truth

oh, faulty
memory!
oh, untrustworthy
truth!

pictures are drawn.
pictures can be erased
- whitewashed -
scribbled over.
let go of, given out
-mailed away in an envelope

to europe or africa-

then carefully,
so very still,
painted over
with brush strokes
you never knew existed
and colors that have yet
to become real.

and the now becomes real.
the now becomes real.
the now becomes real.
just like that.
forever.
just for now.

turn tables

the moon goddess gathered everyone together one night,
"today we will rest from our plight"

the ocean goddess took it characteristically lightly
the goddess of rain just smiled

the goddess to whom noone shall lie,
strained hard to see in the dark

mountain goddess through up her arms
proclaiming this meeting to be in vain

the goddess of order and disorder too,
stood alone, and stared at the goddess of moon,
"tell me your pains, what work you have done,
and i'll tell you we've done the same- everyone;
but rest's not what we need, because
as we give out, we take back in- a million times over-
unless, you've been doing it wrong?"

the moon goddess winced and admitted her glow
had been fueled all on her own
and she never asked for anything returned,
"that is how goddesses do it," she said.
"with strength. with power. alone."

the goddess of order and disorder listened and understood
what had to be done.
"Mys sister dear, we don't need to sleep, we don't need to stop,
give me your hand, and let me help. take from me, what you need to give to the glow."
The moon goddess did as she was told, and the moon lit up brighter then it had in one hundred years.
and the brighter it glowed, the stronger the moon goddess became, until both were beaming as if they had just been born.

the meeting adjourned, with only this one lesson learned.

and the moon goddess was ok with that.

Collage Nightly Press, #1

the quote about rebellion, or lack thereof, is from an interview with sienna miller. i was perusing an old magazine, not even mine to start with, (not treating it as reading material, just looking for pictures to tear out) and the article caught my attention. when the emotion jealousy comes up, there's something there to really pay attention too. yes the grass is always greener, but sometimes people really do have super green grass. and usually people's grass gets more green the more they water it.

now if you'll excuse me, the water in my apartment was turned off earlier today, but its on now, and i'm pretty sure i can find a hose and go water the patch of something growing at the front of my building.