People who want to change the world

I don’t know what is going to happen or where I will live and go but I breathe and move as pressure guides me to an abyss of purpose and unspeakable joy. Like cool water on what feels like a 130 degree day, I long for that sip of sweet delight, enhanced by my plight, striving to keep cool and gulp the water which brings me to life. Life to a body, exhausted by sun which keeps me inside and in shadows seeking relief in the night under stars laying on cool concrete with that a lovely summer breeze. I can breathe and move, relax and think, thanking God for the simple rightness of the day and the night.

It is the yin and the yang, the pull of the tide, blending into a seamless and silent work of art, ticking in time to the machine running this magnificent circle of life. As miracles are performed every day such as water and land feeding one to another, running through sky, sea levels and soil- we are in need of both sea and land. Remember when you felt that muddy brown soil squish between toes as you dance and laugh in the storm as a child, open your mouth to swallow tears fallen from heaven, providing plants with power to live and I walk among corn and beans with rain trickling, soaking, every centimeter of my body and the sun comes out ending my romp through the fields and the creek nearby my house and I wonder and wander as things grow green and small seeds grow sprouting beans, tomatoes, berries and bliss- but I also see them swamped or dried up from too much of one or the other.

Oh sweet love its a balance as flowers are made and thrive in the garden by the seashore, life is not found strictly in one, as one, following one path, dreaming is not so far from reality because they purge themselves into the mind of she who thinks and does. Living and breathing both one and the other- is our present not made of up two indomitable forces the past and the future pushing together as each second is uniquely marked, indelibly, into a moment that cannot be erased.

Darling, we are making history. We are the peaks of mountains declaring lofty goals and proclaiming future glory. We are the pits of volcanoes burning bright and fighting for the chance to show the world what we can do, our red hot desire too hot to be kept inside. We are the weed that cannot be tamed, but scientists will find out we end hunger.



She said I don’t know
I am beautiful
Shining like a thousand
precious stones as
fractals glimmer, reflecting
images of eyes who try to
discriminate, incriminate and
declare my value.
She said I don’t know
I am strong
As crystals transform
under earth’s pressure
becoming an unbreakable
diamond, thrust to the
surface by explosions of
magma and lava spewing.
She said I don’t know
I am priceless
like diamonds mined on
the eve of a crisis held
in grimy hands soaked
with the marks of labor
carefully, delightfully,
extricating me from the
darkness binding.
She said I don’t know
I am authentic
Never to be mistaken as
fake, or be diminished,
hidden, and shouldn’t
fear the microscope
seeking to pronounce I am
damaged or flawed.
She said I don’t know
I am a diamond,
brilliant and perfectly cut.
Ranked among kings and queens.

Lost Words

So, I’m taking a creative writing class and I’m pretty proud of this piece. Enjoy! 

The caress of your hand upon my spine is breathtaking. The wind rushes past as you carry me away. We travel together to distant lands and adventure. Our romance is one that is eternal. Weightless, you take me as puffs of air brush my face as you slowly breathe in and out. You have been good to me. Taking the time to understand my lines and always excited to see me again.  We have had a short relationship but we already know the facets of one another’s mind. As you look in to my heart, I walk naked through the tangled webs of your dreams and deepest desires. Sometimes when I open up anew to you; a shocking new discovery or a revelation of some tragic history will tighten your grip. I relish it. I know you will never let me go- unlike the one before.

The one I knew before was angry and distant. He struggled to understand my whims. It hurt me. It hurt me so much, the pain seared through as he rubbed his cigarette butt on me. Is that my true value? He claimed that I was unbelievable- but really, it was he. His hard stares and rough hands- throwing me about, when I hit the ground it would knock me silly. When he apologized, it was never for the right thing. When he decided to donate me, in the beginning I was afraid, then it grew into a strange high- freedom. That anvil chained to my existence, now gone, lets me rest deeply.

After the first one let me go, I sat still, untouched, and slightly broken for what seemed like ages. I would sit in my head, mulling over the things I might have done right or wrong. I wanted love and gained hate. I longed for purity and only have a ravished heart. I wished I could cry or run away from myself- but alas, it seems to me, that the only thing you can run from are the frayed edges of sanity. I had blurry visions of a future when the touch of a human being wouldn’t send me into convulsions of dismay and fear. Hopes of knowing and being known without the feelings of shame dragging me to the ice cold ocean floor like the carcasses of sea life to be eaten by the bottom dwellers.

Joy was found the day you discovered me. Your mouth wrinkled as the edges reached your ears. “At last” you whispered. As you rubbed the dust off my leather cover and felt my smooth, gold tinted edges I felt all weariness and despair lift and float away with the dust particles. Unblinkingly you skimmed through every line inside of me. It was then I felt you knew me before I was ever written.