Hope
October 23, 2009
- For must of us, personal growth is a natural part of life. We try out many ways of coming into a better understanding of ourselves and those around us. But what drives us to do good deeds on behalf and in support of others? In the book Soul Progression by author Ron Pieris, we find a clear understanding of what it takes to grow internally and let it show externally. According to Pieris, ...
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October 17, 2009
- "Are your books doing as well as you hoped they would?" I have been asked this question so many times, and I haven't once been able to answer it. I have no answer. In order for my books to do as well as I hoped, I'd have had to hope in the first place. I was told by a very dear friend, when I was sixteen years old, that there's no money to be made in writing about art. He'd been doing ...
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October 2, 2009
- Today is one of strength. Having come to the understanding that my life is in my own hands I've decided to accept myself as my own best friend, healer, mother. My body is my family and I will look after her, protect her from all harm and from anything that seeks to destroy her spirit. I am talking too much. What are you doing? Attempting to create a metaphor? You don't do it right. I sound ...
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October 2, 2009
- October 2 A LITTLE EXTRA HOPE “What will you do with a little extra hope?” asked my quizzical sponsor.“What good is a little hope?” my retort.“A little hope got you sober. What can you do with a little more? Could you take out your dreams and fly them on a breeze? Could you throw yourself into a wave of intention and see if you can ride it out? Breathe easier, smile ...
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September 26, 2009
- September 26 SCREAMING LETHARGY The screaming lethargy of being alive after many years of wanting something else, the exhaustion of pulsing, breathing, waves and waves of thinking. Yet as tired as I am, I am. Here without a doubt, I stand. No crawling for I have not fallen, no climbing for I have reached the plain. I wait for the rain to wash over me, the truth to run through me, ...
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September 25, 2009
- I've already written in a poem about saying goodbye, so I am not sure this momentary pause in thought, matters in respect of the RedRoom weekly theme request. It counts for me, as this past week I lost a part of me. I lost the bedrock of my life in enforced exile. As the theme has been about saying goodbye; the emotional punctuation of a life ending is vast and consuming, as much as it is ...
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September 25, 2009
- Ike still slips sometimes and calls himself illiterate, but he's not. Not anymore. He knows it, but it's hard to stop seeing himself that way. For the last ten years he's fought hard to learn reading and writing skills with the help of a tutor at Project Second Chance, an adult literacy program. Somewhere along the line, Ike discovered poetry. When his tutor told him that poems don't ...
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September 23, 2009
- How do I speak this tale of a once bleeding heart, my dear fellow human beings on this trying and often complicated journey called life? Indeed, the unwavering affirmation of life's spiritual dimension got me through in God's loving care. Sometime, during early 2002, in Geneva, Switzerland, I got the devastating pill of race and colour based rejection plus unreciprocated love from an Argentine ...
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September 22, 2009
- September 22 MEGAPHONE The point of surviving, or maybe the goal after survival, is enabling the voices of victims to be heard, starting with my own. I allow the surging waves of thought and feeling to rush the gates and exit. I try to bleed the bad with and without the use of leaches. So much is stumbled upon rather than sought after. Some things hound me; I run down the street ...
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September 16, 2009
- September 16 ROOFTOP COFFEE Who is more powerless: the person driving down the road with his cup of coffee on the roof of the car, or the one who sees it happen? Lost in mental chaos, lost to the small things, I set the cup and forget, or content and serene, I am examining details and notice the oddness. When my mind wanders I am helpless in the whirlpool and suction. When I am ...
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