Moon gazing at sky
She speaks to me with no words
Shine beautiful... shine!
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Monday, April 6, 2015
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH #4/30
There lies within me a love deeper than I could have ever imagined
A longing of connectedness to something greater than my purposeI’ve recognized spirit in my depths
The welts on my skin are residual side effects of the battle
Constant reminders of living
I’m still here
This woman that I am
I have fought to become her
I am fighting to remain her
Growth is constant and she is ever changing
Leaving behind all that she has known
But carrying it indiscreetly in her smile
Unafraid and unashamed of who is
She is proud in this love she has learned of herself
A path she didn’t realize existed
Until she lost her existence attempting to find the same path she has found herself on now
The difference
She is aware
Accepting her faults along the way
She has befriended her demons
And has allowed them to walk with her
In light
No longer in the shadows
Understanding that acknowledging their presence
Keeping their mockery at bay
Is the greatest act and risk of self-love
She could ever take.
Friday, April 3, 2015
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH #3/30
So to you
I feel like I have written love poems to your existence before
The nostalgic Spring that came to me after the coldest Winter ever
I've smiled at the thought of what we have now
But in a moment where your physical form was hidden from me
I've tasted your love for me once
In a sacrifice of self to get through fields of lust ridden with insecurity
Doubt of your true nature allowed fear to infiltrate my thoughts
Wondering if we would ever have the pleasure of writing this love story with our own hands
Joined
Jointed at the hips of our souls
Reunited like we have been in this place before
Maybe we have
Maybe time has finally caught up with the waves of sound we've been humming in tune on separate sides of our earths
Reaching towards each other
Painting our notes across midnight skies
To collaborate in this music
In this love
In this song
To you
#NPM #NationalPoetryMonth #NaPoWriMo
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Rest in Peace Robin Williams
I've been struggling with the words in trying to find exactly what to say and how to say it. Attempting to find some inspiring verse or mind blowing, heart tugging message that would fully capture what my heart is saying. Nothing has been able to fully come to form or make any complete sense outside of my head...and then I found this written by a close friend of Robin Williams,Glen Close:
"Robin was incredibly sensitive and gentle and loving. He was very self-critical. During Garp we had a press conference and I was asked to go along with Robin. I watched this quiet man, who I'd never seen reading a newspaper or magazine or watching TV, explode into the press room and do an amazing turn on all the most current events, people and issues. He wove it all into a cohesive whole with no notes, nothing but his genius. It was breathtaking in its spontaneity and brilliance. Everyone was completely blown away. When we walked out of the room together, Robin turned to me with a worried look and asked in a whisper, "Was that all right?" I gave him a long hug and said, "Yes! You were incredible" He checked to make sure I really meant it and then went to his trailer.
Robin was a world treasure. As we mourn his tragic death, we must remember him for the great waves of laughter that he was able to illicit from us, how his humor and insights--though they came from a place of pain and uncertainty---connected us and reminded us of how flawed and fragile...how human we are...how we are capable of moments of inspired transcendence and others of unspeakable despair. Robin had it all. I am so deeply thankful that this dearly loved man graced this particular planet"
This particular reflection touched me because it is something I encounter more often than not. To the world, we (artists, entertainers, etc) have it together. We laugh, we perform, we help, we move in such a way that what we truly feel, in those quiet moments when we are alone, nestles beneath the surface of confidence and talent and becomes seemingly non-existent or controlled. I'm sure this happens to any field but I am only speaking from what I know to be true for me. I've heard many comments about how selfish it was for Robin to do this and not think of his family or friends. Everyone is completely entitled to their opinions, however, what I believe is that sometimes in those darkest hours when you feel completely alone (emotionally or mentally) you think that the best thing to do, even for your family and friends, is to not be here. You feel like if you speak about how you feel, you're going to burden them or inundate them with your sadness. Sometimes you feel invincible and unstoppable and then in a matter of seconds [literally] one rogue thought or negative feeling of doubt swoops in and spirals your whole thinking out of control. I am saying this from first hand experience and by no means making excuses for Robin or anyone else who has succumbed to the battles of depression I am simply saying I understand. Completely. My heart is full but know this, depression is real and beating up on each other and pointing out fault is not the way to surpass it. Understand that when someone needs to be alone or needs time to find peace within themselves, let them take it. It may be a day, a month, a year, a few years...whatever it is they need that time but also in the same breath they also need family and friends who will recognize that they are reaching out and even if they don't reach out to you, they are giving you subtle hints. Pay attention and know that the worst thing you can do is ignore them when they are crying out. If they feel ignored during their depression or even after an attempt, you will never have their trust again.
Rest in Love Robin. Thank you for the laughs and the memories.
"Robin was incredibly sensitive and gentle and loving. He was very self-critical. During Garp we had a press conference and I was asked to go along with Robin. I watched this quiet man, who I'd never seen reading a newspaper or magazine or watching TV, explode into the press room and do an amazing turn on all the most current events, people and issues. He wove it all into a cohesive whole with no notes, nothing but his genius. It was breathtaking in its spontaneity and brilliance. Everyone was completely blown away. When we walked out of the room together, Robin turned to me with a worried look and asked in a whisper, "Was that all right?" I gave him a long hug and said, "Yes! You were incredible" He checked to make sure I really meant it and then went to his trailer.
Robin was a world treasure. As we mourn his tragic death, we must remember him for the great waves of laughter that he was able to illicit from us, how his humor and insights--though they came from a place of pain and uncertainty---connected us and reminded us of how flawed and fragile...how human we are...how we are capable of moments of inspired transcendence and others of unspeakable despair. Robin had it all. I am so deeply thankful that this dearly loved man graced this particular planet"
This particular reflection touched me because it is something I encounter more often than not. To the world, we (artists, entertainers, etc) have it together. We laugh, we perform, we help, we move in such a way that what we truly feel, in those quiet moments when we are alone, nestles beneath the surface of confidence and talent and becomes seemingly non-existent or controlled. I'm sure this happens to any field but I am only speaking from what I know to be true for me. I've heard many comments about how selfish it was for Robin to do this and not think of his family or friends. Everyone is completely entitled to their opinions, however, what I believe is that sometimes in those darkest hours when you feel completely alone (emotionally or mentally) you think that the best thing to do, even for your family and friends, is to not be here. You feel like if you speak about how you feel, you're going to burden them or inundate them with your sadness. Sometimes you feel invincible and unstoppable and then in a matter of seconds [literally] one rogue thought or negative feeling of doubt swoops in and spirals your whole thinking out of control. I am saying this from first hand experience and by no means making excuses for Robin or anyone else who has succumbed to the battles of depression I am simply saying I understand. Completely. My heart is full but know this, depression is real and beating up on each other and pointing out fault is not the way to surpass it. Understand that when someone needs to be alone or needs time to find peace within themselves, let them take it. It may be a day, a month, a year, a few years...whatever it is they need that time but also in the same breath they also need family and friends who will recognize that they are reaching out and even if they don't reach out to you, they are giving you subtle hints. Pay attention and know that the worst thing you can do is ignore them when they are crying out. If they feel ignored during their depression or even after an attempt, you will never have their trust again.
Rest in Love Robin. Thank you for the laughs and the memories.
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
#1
This is the present…
And there are certainties I am uncertain about presently.
My mind races
And wanders freely amid the abyss
The depths I created are filled with the doubts I’ve stated
from my tongue
A sharp exit from reality
Exactly what I feel I need…sometimes
Realistically persistent in the pursuit of whatever it is I’m
looking for.
Today…I don’t know
Yet the pursuit remains the same
Even in the unknown
Breathe in and live
Exhale and love
Be present
And present the universe with all you know
Even if all you know has yet to find you
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