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Monday
Oct292012

social intelligence

yes, social intelligece said to confidence

we learn and love. we leave, leaves fall, seasons adjust.

we know what we don't know. this is wisdom.

look, don't think, said a girl smelling leaves

in the department of the forest.

orchids blossomed fragrant melodies of lost time

where women gathered their solace

between here and now.

if your legs get heavy

walk with your heart.

Wednesday
Oct242012

confidence

yes, said confidence speaking with, not to, independent.

you are my bright shining star.

a constellation.

stars sing sang sung with their light.

be light about it, said vocabulary, laughing.

we are star dust.

sun sailed west over a black and blue sea for 4,000 years, said independent.

welcome to earth. hello babies.

Saturday
Sep222012

blind walk

 

 

two strangers 

one going up

one going down

passed each other

one morning

sensing steps

following sound

touching stone

finding their way

alone

 

Tuesday
Jul312012

goodbye July

such sweet sensation
dancing down summer days
turning a page, turning a corner
tuning sensitivity's wisdom into

a person's inability to sit still
long enough
to sense or imagine or know
all the unknowing

known to produce
sharp yellow finch trills 
and thrills
in rain's retrospect

one dawn
a floating red flower

Friday
Jul272012

blind sex

i like him.

it's a hungry combustionable combination of lust, loneliness and real.

skin is currency. exchange value and user value.

you can trust maybe 10% in vietnam. they are good at sex. they steal your money.

here it's maybe 50%. we are poor at sex. we don't steal your money.

we steal your _____. down at the crossroads.

he comes to me at mid-day. it is sweltering and sleepy. i welcome him him with fingers on lips...shh.

we go upstairs. we dance naked. when you dance you are truly alive.

we explore geography and invisible borders and silent musical interludes.

i am the silence between notes. harmony, rhythm, and melody.

i am his melody and he is my harmony.

my speech voice is missing. i make rolling guttural sounds expressing metaphors, similes, intonations, frequencies, meaning, sense, time, space, ideas, dreams, relationships, secrets, traditional family values, fear, passion, heart, joy and sadness.

he is blind and i am deaf.

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