the weight behind my eyes
between the hemispheres        
of my brain                
drags me further down
to the center of the earth

like gravity stealing air      
from my lungs             
i choke but do not die
and fall, but will always rise       
once again

my sinuses are swimming
fish in a predatory sea        
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A man had interviewed me for a job as a nanny in Amsterdam, in Europe. He asked everything about my background. His wife was a blond with a ponytail, and kind; their six year old son was cute in his yellow raincoat, and energetic as a kid could be. The interview was at a luxurious house, at first I thought it was a hotel. We went up the elevator, ( Read more... )

 binaries are clear as day
though the ambiguities sure exist
as prejudices come to the fore

in the mist of anxieties
daunting to pirates out at sea
each his own man's island

the sky is a bright desert sun
but it does not smile as a father should
and instead stoicly looks down as a king
a tyrant uncaring of his people

the world only makes sense
this way, in ( Read more... )

 escape from reality
frees one only briefly
with a heavier price at that
that is not what she's doing

but still, she cannot
see anyone this day
for she needs quietude:

for thoughts to be
disconnected
to others, to other beings
while she tends

to her well being
and her private spaces
to think about

everything that is necessary

 to absorb books like water ( Read more... )

 while true stories are seldom interesting,
odd nights are what I live for.
the events themselves are
hardly worth mentioning, but it is all
a comedy of manners: what they say;
more importantly, how they say it.

Happy Birthday to me,
happy birthday to me,
with a trio of candles,

one to mark each seven years
and they let me have the odd remainder,
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the stars sing their melodies
to fuel the dreams of the sleeping
soft and wild in their endless space-time

wet dew coats the grass
as the world is alive with oxygen
crickets chirp, and birds hunt prey

wind dancing among trees
to the stars' songs, a performance
that has no need for a stage

sitting on a rock face, courting the moon
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I'm facing the fact that I'm not sure what I want out of life. Happiness, yes, but of what kind? Material success? I've been doing fairly well without that. Intellectual stimulation? It would help greatly to keep me interested in the world, but keep it moderate. Comfort? I guess that's necessary for anyone. A decent living is necessary too.

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