posted February 14, 2001 09:40 PM         

Stars are in my head today -
wheels of planets and signs and
aspects and conjunctions,
stars leftover from dreams of nameless faces,
faceless names, arms that stand out
in the dark.

It's a day for a walk, to be a tree and feel
the roots sink down, toes curling.
It's a day to walk with someone down
a trail.

Secret place, hiding place, a face so close
it's night in the day and stars come out
anyway in your eyes as you look and stare
and smile and feel yourself levitating.

Hold on,
cry the roots grasping for your shoe.
Don't let her go,
call the branches who know you love hard
and deep for when you love you are asleep
to the comings and goings of days.

Stars appear everywhere in
assortments of ways,

but it's the ground that must keep you from
the sky's temptation.

It's the flirtation of stars that can puncture the heart
and it's the leaves that remind you when to
bend and when
to stand still.

posted February 14, 2001 10:23 PM         

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Consider the circle, measure it please,
All its three hundred and sixty degrees.
Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found
You can do it again, the other way 'round?

Now that we know how many degrees,
Must be accounted for nice as you please
Here come astrologers, what do they say?
Divide the degrees in precisely this way.
Take thirty degrees for each of the signs
It makes a nice wheel divided by lines.

posted February 14, 2001 11:41 PM         

"call the branches who know you love hard
and deep for when you love you are asleep"

posted March 12, 2001 11:32 AM         

Mom to Him
Save me from my life I am a
sometimes little girl you don’t
have to stop swearing anymore for
my little girl and can shut
kitchen cabinets as loud as you want

Him to Mom
I’ll flood your house with coyboy
ropes and hot sauce on diced
potatoes I’ll slap your butt
son of a b**ch I love you so.

Me to Him
I hate what you’ve become to
me give me back my mommy I’m
afraid to have you gone don’t
be like my daddy listen to
me this time.

Mom to Me
Why can’t you read these pretty
books and be grateful for what
you have I’m tired of living
through you, tired of us making
each other cry, you guest in my house.

Him to Me
I’ve stopped trying to be on
your side look what you’ve done
to your mother I’ll just step
aside and be your stranger.

Me to Mom
you who are you to me how
much can I call you how much more
can I do to you, punish you,
love you so much that it hurts?

Me to Me
What are you doing are you
coming or going? These scripts
don’t work anymore you are
homeless, a self-imposed orphan
maybe that’s the only way to be
free do you even want to be free you sometimes strong baby weakling
just learning to walk?

posted March 12, 2001 11:40 AM         

I relax my eyes in hopes of seeing the aura
In hopes of knowing I am somehow gifted
For the night.
The walls remain white
Even when I try so hard that tears spring to my eyes.

I cry for the child’s low esteem
Still trying to hang on so tight
That I squeeze the her to death.
I don’t want death, I want to help with life.
I want to do the laying of the hands
Releasing myself so Spirit can flow through me
Though I’m afraid I will squeeze Her too.
Heidi with the Guinevere hair says
With the ball of wisdom in a cat’s eye,
That I will do just fine.

I want her to conjure up a picture for me
Something I can see that will show me still
Revolving in this world.

copyright LMB 2001

posted March 12, 2001 01:22 PM         

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Consider the circle, measure it please,
All its three hundred and sixty degrees.
Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found
You can do it again, the other way 'round?

Now that we know how many degrees,
Must be accounted for nice as you please
Here come astrologers, what do they say?
Divide the degrees in precisely this way.
Take thirty degrees for each of the signs
It makes a nice wheel divided by lines.

posted March 13, 2001 04:51 PM         

You touch a 'nerve' of reality that is almost scary!

posted March 13, 2001 06:35 PM         

Yivy - yours was a special compliment, thank you!

posted March 16, 2001 11:44 PM         

I can’t continue with your cadence,
it is too much.
Words pile on me like eyelashes on the dead
and instead I put your book down and wander
over to the computer to rest,
to unplug the drain.

I hurt my back last night from the
heaves and curves of hysterics. It is usually my chest to go
but I could not walk upon myself any longer.
There had to be some water.

And so I sit with heat pressed against my skin like words that are whispered in the dark and close to the skin, two lovers in the dark before they turn out the light.

I want to make love to your words. I want them to rise from me like dough so when I
look into the mirror I no longer see the humpback with one eye, I see what really is:
daffodils cut so they can bloom.

I will return to your creation when I come down from the ceiling, when my ears stop ringing from the resonant opera that was blasted into them twenty-two years ago when I first pushed myself out of my mother,
when thought touched creation
with a wand of light.

But I am grateful. It is this light that ignites me. It is this light that sustains me when I am arched underground in my own unlit excavations.

posted March 17, 2001 01:27 AM         

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Consider the circle, measure it please,
All its three hundred and sixty degrees.
Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found
You can do it again, the other way 'round?

Now that we know how many degrees,
Must be accounted for nice as you please
Here come astrologers, what do they say?
Divide the degrees in precisely this way.
Take thirty degrees for each of the signs
It makes a nice wheel divided by lines.

posted March 17, 2001 04:10 PM         

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Consider the circle, measure it please,
All its three hundred and sixty degrees.
Wasn't that fun, and haven't you found
You can do it again, the other way 'round?

Now that we know how many degrees,
Must be accounted for nice as you please
Here come astrologers, what do they say?
Divide the degrees in precisely this way.
Take thirty degrees for each of the signs
It makes a nice wheel divided by lines.

posted March 18, 2001 07:03 PM         

Gooberlily, post some more of your gems!! Our poems want to play with each other.

posted March 24, 2001 01:18 PM         

I also absolutely adore the lexigrams by YIVY that I have read so far.