One of my favorite people in the world…
December 12, 2007 at 4:01 am | In Animal Crossing, Bible Slash, Coca-Cola, DART transit system, Delaware, Fanfic, Feminism, Fudge, Jerri Blank, Life, MP3's, Miscellaneous, Mitzi, Musings, Newark, One of my favorite people in the world, Poetry, Random, Strangulation, Sweetness, The Cat, Trish Stratus, Variety is the Spice of Life, Which One?, Who?, Will Ferrell, Wilmington | Leave a Comment
…..Mitzi, the friendliest cat in the neighborhood, told me earlier today that she’s moving away.
Don’t go away, kitty.
Stay.
Second Draft of a New Poem
November 28, 2007 at 11:18 pm | In Angels, Art, Artistic Nudes, Autumn Fair, Chemistry, Delaware, Downfall, Drafts, Dream, Dreaming, Dreams, Heaven, Love, Oranges, Performance, Poetry, Rabbits, Second Draft, Seraphs, The Police, Thoughts, Vivid, Whispers, Wilmington, Wilmington, Delaware, Wish, Women, Wonder, Wordpress, Worship, Writing, XXX | Leave a Commentviolin strings hang a man with the deafening song of a sunset,
and an artist goes mad in the study of your rib cage darkening
you’re trying to figure out
how to make this girl an angel
you wonder if you have the colors you will need
and the brushes, and the knives, and the eye
why are you trying to figure out
how to make this girl an angel?
you can’t think; hard to be sure if a little black
mixed in with the blue will be enough
why do you think you have what it takes
to make this girl an angel?
what marriage of darkness and light will,
with the clarity of a dream, show how far into the morning she flies?
who are you to make the dark, pink flesh
emerge from the canvas like blood from a cut?
the iron gates at the base of heaven
are chained shut: no one in, no one out
was it wise to make her try to rise up
into a sky full of rain late at night?
and you gave her mere tatters of white lace, billowing
barely enough to cover her breasts and her sex
you could change the color of her wings
in your creation
but you let them stay gray,
and began to work on the lightning behind her
what is her name,
this angel your brush
has trapped between heaven and earth
and
who do you think you are
A New Poem (a draft, be kind, if you read it)
November 28, 2007 at 4:51 am | In Angels, Art, Delaware, Drafts, Musings, Newark, Performance, Poetry, Seraphim, Seraphs, Thoughts, Wilmington | Leave a Comment
you are trying to figure out
how to make this girl an angel
you wonder if you have the colors you will need
and the brushes, and the knives, and the eye
why are you trying to figure out
how to make this girl an angel?
you can’t think; hard to be sure if a little black
mixed in with the blue will be enough
why do you think you have what it takes
to make this girl an angel?
what marriage of darkness and light will,
with the clarity of a dream, show how far into the morning she flies?
who are you to make the dark, pink flesh
emerge from the canvas like blood from a cut?
the iron gates at the base of heaven
are chained shut: no one in, no one out
was it wise to make her try to rise up
into a sky full of rain late at night?
and then you gave her mere tatters of white lace, billowing
barely enough to cover her breasts and her sex
you could change the color of her wings
in your creation
but you let them stay gray,
and begin to work on the lightning behind her
what is her name,
this angel your brush
has trapped between heaven and earth
and
who do you think you are
Tonight At the Crimson Moon
November 14, 2007 at 10:14 pm | In Christian Bale, Christy Turlington, Culture, Delaware, Fat Albert, Feminism, KISS, Mario Bros, Miscellaneous, Newark, OJ Simpson, Perfume, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Slam, Richard Simmons, Rudy, Shannon Leigh, Super Mario, Value Meal, Vera Wang, Wilmington | Leave a CommentPlease come out tonight to the Crimson Moon for the Poetry Night! Tonight we have a special feature poet with us, we have Shannon Leigh coming to be with us, all the way from Atlanta, Georgia! Shannon Leigh is a hip-hop/spoken word artist out of Austin, TX. She is the 3-time champion and 4-time team member of the U21S Slam, 4-time finalist in the Austin Slamoff, has performed in Austin, San Antonio, Conroe, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Chicago, Cambridge, Atlanta, and Cape Town, South Africa, and has shared the stage with the likes of Saul Williams, Jared Paul, Sage Francis, Taalam Acey, Matthew John Conley, Da’Shade Moonbeam, Earth Raiders, Blacklisted and Public Offenders. She has performed with Sage Francis in Las Vegas, NV and featured at DemocracyFest 2005 in Austin, TX at Stubb’s BBQ, performed at the National Poetry Slam and is featured on Season 6 of Def Poetry Jam. Shannon made it all the way to the Finals stage at the 2007 National Poetry Slam in Austin, Texas. And to think that only a measly $2 at the door, and a measly $5 minimum purchase will get you in! Where else are you going to get a cultural value meal like that on a Wednesday night in Wilmington, seriously?
DelaWhere? Poetry Open Mic & Slam
@ Crimson Moon
1909 W. 6th Street
Wilmington, DE 19805
Someone Else Come & Take This Country; We Obviously Have No Idea What We’re Doing At All
November 13, 2007 at 7:24 pm | In 2661176, 8-Limbed Toddler, ATM Skimmers, Culture, Curious, Delaware, Downfall, Global Affairs, Horror, Kanye West, Life, Miscellaneous, Musings, Newark, Pakistan, Poetry, Poetry Slam, Poets, Rants, Saggy Pants, Thoughts, Wilmington | Leave a CommentAfter a brief, merely cursory look at the news today (check out here, here, and here), I’ve decided that I am now going to just hand over the United States (along with all of its citizenry) to whoever wants to come and take them: Iraq, Iran, France, Greenland, Iceland, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Venezuela – whoever; if any of you want to come and take this country and see if you can do any better, you have my official permission now to do so. Since, you know, we clearly have no idea how to conduct ourselves and take care of our own.
Tennis Star Shia “Shia” LaBeouf Arrested On Charges Of Having A Name That Bothers Me
November 6, 2007 at 3:02 am | In "Hugo" Chavez, Batboy, Billy Bob Thornton, Cats, Comets, Delaware, Elian Gonzales, Haiku, Hollywood Dragon God, Jalapeno, Jim Bakker, Jury Duty, Krispy Kreme, Mineral Spring Water, National Television, Oprah Winfrey, Pakistan, Poetry, Rep. Bruce Ennis, Ron Paul, The Boston Red Sox, The Crazy World of Arthur Brown, Tropical Pepper Co, Wilmington | 1 CommentI don’t know if you know about this or not, but Tropical Pepper Co.’s Green Jalapeno Sauce exists. In fact, this shit exists hard. And it’s good on rice. Alright, you know what? You want to know how good it tastes, you lying son-of-a-bitch? This stuff tastes so good that you could put it on top of your grandmother and she would turn into your girlfriend. This stuff tastes so good that I don’t care about Israel. Tropical Pepper Co.’s Green Jalapeno Sauce tastes so good that I just mentally kicked President Bush in the balls so hard there was an echo. An echo from before I was born. Are you listening to me?
In other news, some people are talking about Delaware’s newly elected Rep. Bruce Ennis. I’d seriously like to know why, when Ennis hasn’t given me one phone call yet to tell me what he is going to do to help me secure a Nintendo Wii. Don’t look away when I’m talking to you.
Caution: Serious Thoughts Ahead
November 4, 2007 at 10:04 pm | In Commitments, Communication, Delaware, Emotion, Family, Feelings, Honesty, Life, Love, Mortality, Newark, Poetry, Reality, Relationships, Romance, Talking, Wilmington | Leave a CommentI was thinking about the whole “turning over a new leaf” concept and today I realized that one of the new leaves that I must turn over is to stop worrying about how someone is going to react and to just let myself say what is on my mind when a conversation with someone important to me starts going in a bad way. I have become so accustomed to just shutting myself down (and shutting others down by my silence) that it has nearly become my own personal speech impediment. I listened to myself when I was talking with someone I care very deeply about today: I could hear the sound of my own brakes slamming, in avoidance of just saying what needed to be said. I don’t know if it is out of fear or what; I only know that it is what my words, interpersonally, have become. I think that I worry that I might regret saying something. Maybe I worry that my temper will flare out of control. There was someone in my life (a family member) a long time ago who used to just let their rage fly, seemingly regardless of who might get burnt by their words. Maybe growing up with that has made me very, very gun-shy. Once words leave your mouth, you can’t take them back.
I took some time this past weekend to reflect on that. And how I need to make some changes in my life, in me, to move forward.
It’s hard. My lips clamp shut reflexively, instinctively, now. I don’t want to get into things with people. Even people who mean the world to me.
Maybe I worry that if I allow myself to “get into things” with people, I will get stuck, or lost, or otherwise find myself unable to get out of the thing I was afraid of getting into.
I have had people react very badly to me when I have been honest with them and shared my real feelings on matters. I’ve watched people put a tremendous amount of effort into making sure that I knew that my sentiments on matters were either wrong, unimportant, or both. But I have worked hard to free myself from the company of people who do that to me.
When I talk to strangers, or people who I have not yet begun to care about in anyway, most of the time my mouth feels free and most of the time my mouth does not do the thing that it does when I am talking with people I love. When I talk with people I love, most of the time my mouth is ready to clamp shut.
I will do everything I can to change that.
I don’t want to lose people I love. I don’t want to raise my voice to people I love.
I need to be brave enough to confront this fear of speaking up for myself: I fear it much more than I could fear any weapon in my face.
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