Out of the Shadows

Searching for Sand Dollars

bravebird — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 02:31:15 GMT

As clouds daintly slumber I track the wind on rippled sand and listen to its fertile tongue speak prompting me steadily through liquid glass as cold as arctic white I fail with my own eyes the remnants of beach life until I capture the movement of sea air to a palm filled with unruptured hope

Conjuring Antiquity

bravebird — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 10:53:56 GMT

"The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god." (Heraclitus, fragment 12) She curves into touches like neurosis beyond the threshold of insanity breeding desire into a lovely oddity She mends the lie in facades to empty them into our secrecies And sees in all directions at once even with her hand cupped over her eye as not to fully see the soiled particulars of our past With a banshee's throat she splinters time's agonies into the likeness of what we ordered and distills petty notions to bring solitude to morning's arms She is of Sibyls Bold women who once dreamt of ambiguous shadows and lucent prophecies

Dirty Haiku

bravebird — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 05:01:05 GMT

The Sultry Touch I undress for you Watch me caress my lotus We release in sync

Trust

bravebird — Tue, 29 May 2007 06:32:18 GMT

Your steps unfold you For You are the lofty ideas You scoff that blood runs red for every vein that your madness keeps you sane Follow it like the African slaves knew the light of the Full Moon the Star the Cosmos Would eventually lead To Freedom

What if...

bravebird — Thu, 26 Apr 2007 04:17:12 GMT

What if you slept, And what if, in your sleep you Dreamed? And what if, in your Dream, you went to heaven and there you plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then... Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Native Craft

bravebird — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 06:21:47 GMT

My vision stretches across a myriad of dimensions Camouflaged as centuries torn into bits and pieces I get caught up into the music of its expression Until it speaks to me in tongues though I understand The language Somewhere in the cryptic chaos Cosmic riddles form into an icy clarity but the words to capture the code evade my persistency I sleep to its rhythm dreaming to the density of its Orchestrated significance It nurtures this body Dazed by my momentary ineptness to discover only… I’m awake and I’ve been here before

Time

bravebird — Wed, 21 Feb 2007 07:36:06 GMT

Death settles within Our bodies And forces us to Transcend Its beginnings then movement follows In awkward sluggish strides As slow as a rock A pearl inside a shell There is a freedom within this tragedy Hidden in the tired folds of meat When it is time to discover When it is time to harvest The crust will give

An Ode to Water

bravebird — Sun, 24 Dec 2006 01:40:06 GMT

You are the inspiration of artists Gods and Goddesses were named in your honor You are of angels and magik Sacred gardens and deep blue seas and ponds Hydrogen bonding gets all the credit but I know it was all part of your plan You are DNA Our life-sustaining blood Thank you sweet, shapely water for you are truly the original life-giving force without you mere humans would dry up like the unworthy pests that we are We have learned from your many faces and all of them astound us So mysterious even the brightest of chemists are still perplexed by your undying enchantment Man fails to realize just how feminine you really are The "yin" of the yang Containment Do you know your boundaries? Will you stay in your place? I'm afraid not As seen in the eyes of terrified drowning mortals Terror raging flowing terror You have right to be enraged for we take you for granted And yet you still sustain us as part of us Merging through the mainstreams of our lives Cleansing our impurities that intoxicate us Nurturing our spirits and bodies Dissolving our tears of waste and sadness Challenging us to acknowledge your great power over us within and without

Be Nobody's Darling

bravebird — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 05:55:38 GMT

Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You like a shawl, To parry stones To keep you warm. Watch the people succumb To madness With ample cheer; Let them look askance at you And you askance reply. Be an outcast; Be pleased to walk alone (Uncool) Or line the crowded River beds With other impetuous Fools. Make a merry gathering On the bank Where thousands perished For brave hurt words They said. Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Qualified to live Among your dead. ~Alice Walker (one of my favorite authors)

Marked

bravebird — Mon, 04 Dec 2006 07:02:16 GMT

I’m afraid that I may fall into your box You will fill the empty space around me With your fake popcorn logic Then send me to your margins of golden deceits and sweetened wars Somewhere somebody removed your soul and claimed that space for sale Even if you could see with your tongue everything would still end up bland

In Due Time

bravebird — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 00:31:33 GMT

This willow weeps for no one It hears the mountain's tears riding on the backs of slow waves This willow knows that the sun's silence is understood by every atom It knows that soon the rocks will rise up and take arm They will wage a war against concrete and flesh Soon the earth will heave a sigh of relief and will resume feeding the willows that have long ago stopped crying

Unbound Spirit

bravebird — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 09:21:14 GMT

It is much more than our delicate minds can comprehend It does not exist within our caged realities Nor does it appeal to our grandiose egos It is made of Essence A macrocosmic whirlwind of Universes Eternally renewing the "I" between Worlds Forever existing to experience The One

It's really up to you...

bravebird — Sun, 03 Sep 2006 13:13:49 GMT

A grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt. He said, "I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, angry, violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one." The grandson asked him, "Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?" The grandfather answered, "The one I feed." ~Native American Metaphor

Awake, Asleep

bravebird — Sun, 03 Sep 2006 00:00:00 GMT

I'm a poet in my sleep, Awake I'm dull. Asleep I seek your mouth where lips are lounging like tanned tourists, legs slightly parted. Awake I play ping pong. Asleep I wander deserts in gauze gowns. Awake I smile politely. Asleep I dive to the bottom where the fish arrange their bodies in an ocean alphbet and I can read their scales like an ancient code explaining the mouths of rivers and the ears of palms, why day and night and wet and dry and you and I exist. At night in sleep you take me in, By day I'm caught in shallows and left out. Awake I talk Asleep I sing. I'm the tide following the moon. Awake you don't see me. Asleep I'm your blood. Red I course inside you, rush right through your heart. Awake words are heavy as pillars of salt. Asleep I swim new ones with each stroke of my arm. I'm so beautiful I'd never recognize myself. No wonder i feel dread on the low threshold of dawn, slipping into my heavy shoes and leaving you again. From "Poemcrazy"

Fledgling

bravebird — Tue, 22 Aug 2006 18:00:26 GMT

I have no words of my own I speak from the origin of a fluid place Softly imprinted on the wind of timelessness And when I am as still as a quiet pond I remember forgotten secrets Subtle blueprints from where wings are born

The Ancients of the Distant Sea

bravebird — Sun, 30 Jul 2006 07:41:21 GMT

The ocean creates a perpetual song birthing blue green cities of fish-tailed women too reluctant to join their bi-pedal counterparts they would rather be surrounded by the power of their vast watery mother Instinctively feeding on the black algae of men's hearts They revel in their liquid autonomy never struggling for the right to live freely As a woman should Instead the women of the tides bind themselves to each other and streamline around opaque creatures with fleshy strings for tongues And play at luscious beds of coral reef with their fellow brothers while singing with seals perfecting their ancient craft

The boy who couldn't stop clapping

bravebird — Sat, 10 Jun 2006 16:53:08 GMT

He looks at me whimsical in flight His eyes flying high above our perceptions Visions of tiny men running from Things without vertebrae in vibrant hues No wonder he weeps in black and white The wailing piercing our gray security but even still I draw him closer with the thread Of my song my voice, a blanket of music He then sways like rolling landscapes And claps like broken thunder

Bamba

bravebird — Sat, 03 Jun 2006 09:45:03 GMT

He spoke to me with his drum Beats bound for this diamond Heart In a lump of coal My puzzled senses A shock to my western system I was his sacrificial instrument Crafted by the music of his calloused hands My heart followed his ritual call A place where the earth meets the enchanted A focused meditation Of rhythmic Messages Gorged, ripe beats Thick with urgency Sent my ass slithering to the edge Of oblivion Faster, deeper Then slower, richer The art of the slight touch Determined voice of the heavy hand His rhythms exhausted my boundaries My tongue liquefied into a river of silence No longer searching for its expression I found this lost language through this sultry interpreter And wanted to dive into all its passionate possibilities

The Business of Image

bravebird — Tue, 04 Apr 2006 03:46:22 GMT

Always fades into the unforseen Thing we cannot bear Like death on the wings of an owl And when you’re forced to disassociate From the things you hold so dear Remember this: Life spans have ceased to enter the image They would have you believe A wounded prey before its capture Their sweet venom will cage you Their syrup of lies will turn Then the ooze will soil your pretty suit

Crazy Woman Creek

bravebird — Sat, 31 Dec 2005 21:20:33 GMT

There is a madwoman living Incognito near a crackling creek She wears the shroud of normalcy Or so she thinks But I've heard her haunted by people who’d Rather remain hidden in their own conscience And I've seen her walk through Lives that go unsung filtered by this construct of time For her The birds reveal the bones from The shadows of our closets And once in a dream, the dolphins pleaded with her Not to eat the canned tuna This crazy woman living near the crackling creek I swear is sometimes me

...Listen

bravebird — Tue, 22 Nov 2005 08:36:39 GMT

One of the greatest poets of all time...This from "The Prophet" And a man said, 'Speak to us of Self-Knowledge.' And he answered, saying: Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge. You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams. And it is well you should. The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea; And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes. But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure; And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless. Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.' Say not, 'I have found the path of the soul.' Say rather, 'I have met the soul walking upon my path.' For the soul walks upon all paths. The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals. Kahlil Gibran

Seduce Me

bravebird — Thu, 15 Sep 2005 03:33:33 GMT

I will open and you may enter With the gentle licks of your Tongue rippling pools of moisture Below the belly of my body Then enrapture me with your Touch as I coyly pull away from the Presence of your fierce lust Ravish me with the heat of your kisses And nibble my center until I release its Dew into the whispers of the night Pierce this flesh that waits for you In the recesses of the mistress moon My lover from the shadows We’ll fall into the sweet abyss Seeking out each others pleasures

Let's send out serious helping vibes for those in need...

bravebird — Fri, 02 Sep 2005 08:45:43 GMT

Please reach inside your soul to find the special prayers to uplift the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast...Take just a moment each day...

Let Go

bravebird — Sat, 13 Aug 2005 09:04:25 GMT

Languid slants of ambivalence gently nudge tearful pools from her eyes mangled memories, moist yet dessicate drip slowly onto a moribund scroll of a lost treasure the sting of her want overwhelms her being as ponder fills this suspended possibility rejected or chosen she may never know resurrected by a loving whisper haunted by a stolen kiss

One That Reefs

bravebird — Sat, 30 Jul 2005 07:38:32 GMT

I drink in existence Like a punch card feeding Itself into a computer A computer of who I am God only knows I need improvement Like a hillbilly going through an Identity crisis But in my mind, My body falls away Like melted butter The existing remnants of me Fly away into a prism And I become engulfed in Orange ether It warmly cradles me I feel safe In this absence of time I’m in awe at the beauty This realm brings Free physically No bills to pay No appropriate words to say Catholicism never prepared me For this Soon the time continuum contracts Into the space I know all too well And reluctantly I descend to The thrashing waves of reality My only hope is to wait for A slatch to cast me off Into a knowingness that Keeps me afloat