Evolution Morgantown IN 2018
Evolution Morgantown IN 2018
Hike to my Heart Morgantown IN 2018
Church is Poetry. Poetry is Life. A life well lived.
Three Days in the Woods (heave), Morgantown IN
I believe inside each of us resides a broken heart that never received the love needed. Our job is to heal those wounds, as revealed, and to search for those yet uncovered.
It came to me -a dream
And so my friend,
he has a name -Goy Peppo.
My constant companion on this writing adventure, Goy “Penguin” Peppo. He hardly believes I have shoved out all these words, nonstop, since 2008. Its akin to puking… i slowly loose the burden, strung around my neck, threatening to hang me.
Certainly there are people who would loved to have seen me dead. Growing up, there were kids in school who harbored ill desires toward me. At home, my sisters regulated me to a corner of the room, size of a cardboard box, and threw my clothes on top. I was invisible to my parents who walked right past and never noticed the tears.
Nights. I remember being in the dark, listening to the laughter coming from the living room. My parents and sisters would make pizza and popcorn and watch tv. It didn’t matter. I held my breath, covered my face with a pillow, in hopes the world would disappear. I would wake to silence, thinking I was dead. Imagine the disappointment when my wishes had not come true.
So, Goy searches for Words of Wisdom, in hopes, with time, I can be as loved as him.
Wharton “It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.”
Woolf “I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
“I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!”
Alcott “I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end.” (Jo March)
Frost “Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”
Plath “Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.“
I feel my words are changing as I am healing. Becoming one heart. Whole. I hope I am growing as a writer, expressing the deep caverns, still not lit well enough to explore.
Writing is a discipline as any other creative endeavor. What we give of ourselves, to both the process and the outcome, is what eventually is criticized. What remains unsaid, at the end of the day, will wait for tomorrow.
understands all. Embrace
dark and light
a bad girl
her material lifted high
sunk pleasure, all hers.
He lay wounded
cast aside -screams
from the room above
you can blame her
like Adam blamed Eve
take a bite, she begs
as a stray dog in an alley
their breath rises
morning fog -discreet
a promise to no one
who would ever find them
rumpled hearts in satin sheets
their desire unmatched
had she known him sooner
heat, like fear
wide open space -exists
to construct walls
to enjoy the view.
If life isn’t fragments
what is the big picture?
tears witness death
storms wash me to sea
tides say goodbye, evidently.
I am not in love with one person. Today, no poem to express my desire, written.
Art is the soul of life. The drive to burn my way through the toughest days, exists in creating.
I am in love with art. The dirty and the clean. The high and the low. The spaces between. All of life performed in view and that which resides within.
I am in love with you. I am in love with art.
must the tree
to the ground we creep -lower
dream of hands
diamonds heaped at my feet
Only way to survive the insanity is to turn up the volume. Dance! See you on the other side of the Moon…
“Little Red Corvette” Prince
“She’s Strange” Cameo
“She Works Hard for Her Money” Donna Summer
“Whip It” Devo
“Nasty Girl” Vanity 6
“Maniac” Michael Sembello
“Love is a Stranger” Eurythmics
“Sunglasses at Night” Corey Hart
“She Blinded Me with Science” Thomas Dolby
“Love is a Battlefield” Pat Benator
If these songs can’t dissipate the fog? What gives?
Training to walk 18 miles for American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP) on June 16, 2018 in Philadelphia PA. Brotherly love John!
Tell us how/ go ahead/ we want to know/ not really/ doing our best to keep you satisfied/ barely
Empty/ slogans and pockets/ motives/ rise to the occasion/ hardly/ slumped in a chair/ despair
Retribution/ restitution/ absolution/ nothing happening here/ same place/ disgrace/ no space/ i am out of here!