WORD RAPTURE

Have definitely moved to my website!

2011-07-06T14:51:00.000-07:00

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Tu, me embriagas!

2011-01-11T17:11:00.000-08:00

Tu,
me embriagas,

pensar en ti
me embriaga,

tu inquiedtud es mi inquiteud.

Hablas,
haces,
vas,
vienes.

Desapareces.

Vuelves,

me sacudes,

revives,

suave cuerda de salvamento

llegas de rondas

alerta, sabio...

Te escucho,
te veo,

te pienso,

te siento

dulce;
sutíl

y fugáz

intoxicado

desborde de emoción.

Desecho los barrotes

a la briza de tu ligero pasar,

sujetando en tus estelas

reflejos

de lo que aún

no conocía saber...

©ambb

01.11.11

How do I admit...

2010-12-29T19:00:00.000-08:00

to myself,
to someone,
anyone?
her...

Love,
compassion,
disappointment,
unfortunate
long standing,
sudden
suspicions confirmed,
profound hurt,
bewilderment,
shock,
loss!

Why?

In daze of
cacophonic dialogues
playing over and
over,
head stunned
by reality of lies...

Lies,
clumsily fails
describing
the rot,
unwillingly
becoming
another lie.

Attempting

deep

breath

air stuck

in my throat

collides with

choked back

tears,

jaw breaking

would-be

screams,

vomit,

regurgitated

Herculean

marrow gnawing

family vestiges.

Feeling,

seeing

such

vulgar,

savage truth,

exposing

her lies,

crafty malice,

manipulation,

fraudulent,

extorting,

victimizing victimhood

addicted;

disoriented,

self-centered,

self-destructing,

embracing

self imposed

Dantesque inferno.

Decades fueled

operatic melodrama,

still dark

downward spiraling

libretto,

failing permanent

light-seeking,

willing,

contemporary

transparent

adaptation.

Scenes

repeating

themselves,

déjà-vu sequences

aiming to

drill into,

flooding cell corners,

frenziedly rushing

to usurp

my brain...

Tangled

double Uroborus

that will only end

when

one of them

is gone;

her former

lover

matter

of-factly

said to me...

She is,

definitely,

her mother's

child-daughter-woman;

no longer

a doubt

about it!

I admit it... to myself.

Dec. 29, 2010

Photo: Mine ©

"Cleansing Ritual"

Imagine!

2010-12-09T18:05:00.000-08:00

If all we were told was true.

If democracy was a fair and equitable proposition - as we are told it is...

If wages would be at par with cost of living.

If there would be true freedom of speech - with accountability.

If we could really trust to have each other's best interest in mind.

If freedom flowed naturally, for all, without prejudice.

If our rights were limited by the respect we owe one another.
If heads of state would go to the front lines,
instead of other peoples children.
If we would all have enough of all we need.

Imagine... just imagine how much better off we would all be
if, we would equitably and fairly share the goodness and richness of the world.

Inspired by the current state of affairs, in particular the overreaction to Wikileaks. Who IS actually affected by them? Not us.

November 4

2010-11-03T22:59:00.000-07:00

Blogblast for Peace

Interview - Part I & Part II

2010-06-13T17:00:00.000-07:00

http://www.michele-andree-unblugged.com/

Also, check out the Health and Wellness section,

The Terra Studios Introducing

"Circumpunct"

Thinking out loud.....

2010-05-23T10:10:00.000-07:00

since not much "poetry" has run through me lately

neither has the need to pour out a rush of feelings or

silly anecdotes...

Overtaken

by brushes

bottles and tubes

cajoling, forcing,

empowering to tell

with colour instead.

2010-01-08T20:20:00.000-08:00

Love, Joy, Abundance and Laughter too!

♡ ♡ ♡

2010

2009-11-24T19:31:00.000-08:00

The Power of One

One song can spark a moment,

One flower can start a dream,

One seed can start a forest,

One drop can start a stream.

One smile begins a friendship,

One hug can lift the soul,

One star can guide a ship at sea,

One word can frame a goal.

One vote can change a nation,

One sunbeam lights a room,

One candle wipes the darkness,

One laugh can chase out gloom.

One step will start a journey,

One word will start a prayer,

One hope will our spirits,

One touch can show you care.

One voice can carry wisdom.

One heart can know that's true,

One life can make a difference,

You see what one can do!

Author unknown

This poem was sent to me a few moths ago by a friend of almost 40 years!

Few of those...

2009-09-12T09:37:00.000-07:00

How fortunate to have been born

Fortunate, how fortunate to have been born

to hold a friend's hand

and be witness to the

miracle of each dawn.

How fortunate to have been born,

to have the option to chose,

to weigh defeat and hope

against glory and the fear to fail.

How fortunate to have been born,

to understand that honesty and perversity,

despite their contrast,

equality share this Universe.

How fortunate to have been born,

to keep quiet when someone wiser speaks,

to listen, is the key to learn

when one intends to understand.

How fortunate to have been born,

stating this without false pretenses,

a total victory in that of being or not being,

in asserting oneself.

How fortunate to have been born

to sing to the people and to the rose,

to the dog and to love and, any other things

to which feelings may attach.

How fortunate to have been born

to have access to fortune,

to be river instead of lake,

to be the rain instead of watching rain.

How fortunate to have been born,

to be consciously bitting into the apple,

without the ancestral fear of the cloth

nor, Lucifer's final revenge.

Yes, how fortunate to have been born,

but, I know, I know well...

one day I also will die.

And I if I live now happy with my lot,

God knows what I'll think while dying,

never been in that trance,

I don't know what balance I'll hold in that anguish.

But, I know, I know well

that on the final leg of the journey

I will hear ambiguous ringing of bells

bidding my farewell,

and another day, another voice like myself,

with another accent,

will be singing to the four winds...

Translated from Spanish by moi

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Que suerte he tenido de nacer

Qué suerte, qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

para estrechar la mano de un amigo,

y poder asistir como testigo

al milagro de cada amanecer.