Hip Hop Mix
July 28, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
I love hip hop. This is what I’m listening to these days.
Aborted Love
July 24, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
In October, the rainy season stream,
flows with a sense of urgency
vibrant, vital, perpetual
like air.
The stream flows and feeds
into waterfalls,
and people passing by become
overcome by breathless beauty
like silent waves of a distant sea
the ebb and flow of eternity.
Except this stream dries up around June
aborted by the gods of summer,
the ones who selfishly steal away beauty.
It slows until it’s barely going,
like a smashed up wasp,
gasping for its last breath
and then one day it just stops flowing.
Speachless Beauty: Ibarra Quartet and Makoto Fujimura at Le Poisson Rouge
July 18, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Splendor
July 18, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Splendor for Kayama
Mineral Pigments, Gold on Kumohada
MAKOTO FUJIMURA
Thank You, August 27
July 6, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
For your understanding,
your enlightenment.
your patience.
We did not need that path.
But have forged our own.
Rare and noble sinews,
In the body of life.
I admire you.
The path may not be perfect; that died long ago.
But from new beginnings we shall go
Standing tall and unencumbered
by notions of possessing
We are now free
To be.
Real.
Love.
Grace makes beauty out of ugly things
June 5, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Happy Easter
April 4, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
The greatest day in the history of man…
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
February 2, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Awake My Soul – Mumford & Sons
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
This weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
Metanoia
January 30, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
I turn to you, I rely upon you, I put my full trust in you and I hope in you.
If…
December 19, 2009 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!
–Rudyard Kipling