My best work

My best work
is waiting for me
somewhere inside
a tree's roots

between here
and the sun
lies the perfect
set of words

i know they
searching for
someone to
write them in stone

my best work
is seeking a home

they exist
in a museum-
a masterpiece
unspoken

they float
through the air
unclaimed

once they find
their way
into my heart
my mind
will set them free.

My more glamorous life Day 4

glamour is not just
for princesses, models,
dancers, and queens

glamour's for girls-
gangly or wide-
glamour's a gift
not to hide

glamour is not just
for princesses

beauty and glam
inside is real
it's what you feel

others know
from what you show
and how you move-
and how you groove

so sisters - you
need no more
than good dancing feet
and minds that are neat

closets that are messy
with outfits that are dressy

a creative turn
a simple whirl

a bit of glitter,
you're a glamorous girl

Time

a best time

cannot be found

you can search for it

at the bottom of the sea

dig out the far ends

of your closet floor

and time, time

escapes some more

there's no time to wait

for a good time

they say

this is not the best time

when is?

sometime tomorrow

would be better

something came up

it's not a good time

time is good

to those

that revere

its magical prowess

its invented 

demands

its matter-of-fact

this is the time

be on time

respect your time

do your time

don't do it again 

this time

It's my time

It's our time

at the bottom of the well

we see our future

don't let time 

get there before you 

Day 3 My More Glamorous Life

Not much glamour to
report
More grim than glam
for this m'am

tonight
will tuck
yesterday in

tonight's slumber
bids today good-bye,
and delivers dreams
to tomorrow's wake

a star
out the window
sparkles
speaks

a message straight
you are your fate

Day 2 - My More Glamorous LIfe

I sat yesterday down
and said good-bye

farewell, farewell
and may you be well

i've gathered some chocolate
to ease the pain

reflecting backwards
is so inane

I jump
into today

splash and pounce
I seize, I trounce

it's mine
my life
swiftly,
slowly

wholly

Follow me

Follow me
feel me

let my thoughts
match yours

tell me about
the time
the same thing
happened to you

see me
in the light
that sneaks
under your door
trying to catch you
mid-dream

hear me
through

swallow my words
as your own
and spread
them about
like warm sunshine
on an island beach

follow me
follow the sun
and light

if it feels right
follow me

My more glamourous life

Prequel

tomorrow it starts
it always starts tomorrow

today is too soon
i am much too busy
staring at the moon

i hope that i
come out of my room
emerge from the gloom,
encapsulating doom

turn out bright
a deepening light
shadowing a dark
flavorless mark

my more glamorous self
turns doom into life
runs from the past
wielding a knife

to cut through
old pages
that date the ages
run through the forest
in fits and rages

escapes disaster
becomes the master

the more glamorous master
of this glittery life

all you need is a sparkle
to shine

Where?

Do you know
where to go?
out which door
up to floor 4

through the trampoline room
next to the large, grey elephant

through the entrance marked enter

you'll find me there
sitting next to a circus monkey
that laughs mercilessly
all the time
just at your expense

Up

soon soon
i will land

heart in the sky
near your hand

soon soon
I will land

your breath on my pillow
as we talk on the moon

I will land
soon soon

in a parachute
atop all of the sand

sharing air secrets
so big and grand

soon soon
I will land

head on my pillow
as we sleep

forever you're mine
mine to keep

Tell me

tell  me
if i went to you
forlorn, teary
all over blue

what would you do?

if the skies ran deep
and sorrow far
would you talk to me
in your car?

driving to the river,
sea, or shore

talk to me, talk to me
talk to me more

where the water washes
woes in waves
and all the kids
are out at raves

we waltz on the beach
into the night
talk till the sun
turns everything right

The end of the beginning

clearer perception
ends the deception

of self destruction
and body corruption

the body, a construction
of one's past

carefully determined
to last and last

bent on survival
mile after mile

footsteps fall back
and forward march

mind as clean
as shirt starched

ready to be inked
with indelible love

thinking linked
with those above

when the goddess arrives
you know you're alive

Kiss me please

thinking of something good
but no one will stop talking

off with the bell
and know I like walking

down to the store
right through the park

into the sea
blue and dark

out of the cold
inside a warm breeze

traveling slowly
kiss me please

lift my hand
up to the sky

touch the moon
tell me why

the dark is dark
and the light is light

why i didn't know
you were right

now morning's come
again and again

one, two, three
and then ten

the days slip through
underneath a maze

up and down
classes and trays

they promised it
was only a phase

now morning's come
kiss me please

World Peace

This morning I taught the light

to tolerate the darkness

And then I brought the darkness

out into the light -

to bask in its glory,

and taste its warmth

and its danger.

The dark told me that the light

no longer ran from it.

 

And the skies

would glow -

And the world would not know

the difference

Reflection

Life lends itself
to looking backwards

the younger self
the beautiful one
that knew not of
her beauty
or her future

that realized not
that she was living
back in the day

in the days
she would fondly
remember
as youth's memory
embelishes
each moment

exagerrated into
an existential collaboration
of truthful rumors
built on blocks
of friendships, trips,
pictures, apartments,
the imaginings and promises

unearthed and retold
to our older selves

at once or in bits
but always there
partially real
painful to feel
and beautiful

immersing ourselves
in the love we had
and the love we have

and this life

Doobles do

The Doobles do
the right thing
they jump, play,
dance and sing

the laugh, dream
and don't wear bling

oh they're sure
a good bunch
and I have a hunch

that Doobles
are there

and the Doobles
are there

good Doobles
can be found

everywhere

What I'm not

I am not cupcakes
or cookies
or popcorn
at the movies
80's grunge
or 60's groovy
generation X
or why?

I am not that girl
until I am
That won't happen to me
until it did

I am not one
to complain

until I complain
to you all day

and then tell you
to stop complaining

I am not the one
who would do that

but I did

You say you're not
until you are

and that you won't
until you do

No need to say never
that you won't, don't,
or couldn't

Be the person who does
Be the person who is

I am

New Year's breakfast

What to do

What to resolve

all the problems

I will solve

by seeing a squirrel

eat potato chips

in the park

for breakfast

Mouth Daggers

the real danger
of the open mouth

are the words that
come before the brain
thinks them over

results:
brain mad at mouth
foot in mouth
self mad at foot and mouth
other person mad at person
with slow brain