Nothing is boring
To a focused mind
Would that I could eat air
And stare for hours
Completely content
Totally here
I want to be like the sponge
And soak up the world
No longer thirsty
Never leave home
Author Archives: Christina
O, Brother Where Art Thou (181/365)
Send me my brother for Christmas
That precious boy I used to know
The cutest kid with the blond hair and sad eyes
Who became a man too soon
Send me my big teddy bear
Thoughtful, questioning, seeking
A heart of pure soft gold
Walking away from pain and looking for love
Send him home sweet home.
Christmas Prep (180/365)
Christmas carols
And rock star fantasies
Scan it, bag it, swipe it
Like water in your fist
Keep it moving
Make them come around
Make it all better
Paint a smile on a stone
Two hard seeds planted in rocky soil
The harvest will be a miracle
I’m in if you’re in
Give me a sign
Creative Envy (179/365)
Maybe I got sick by drinking from the same glass
What can you see, where can you go
That they can’t?
I wanna pull from the space behind the neuron networks
Where white means all colors
And black is inviting
Fleeting Forever (178/365)
A ray of sunshine on a busy world
A warm smile on a cold day
A light heart to lift heavy shoulders
A pretty face in the crowd
Peacefully happy
Radically calm
The tallest candle
Flame eternal
African Proverb
"If you want to go quickly, go alone. If you want to go far, go together."
Shanti (177/365)
Complicated
Giant walking worms with no tails
And bony skeletons
Clutching electronic devices
Working furiously
Sophisticated
Dinosaurs
With soft skin
Who gave them the keys to the car?
Wanna Work (176/365)
Easy unrest
Stressful peace
Chocolate & apples
Reverse mullet
Wanna create
Wanna give something
Wanna love sweeter
And see you again
Wanna be satisfied
With never being satisfied
Wanna give people jobs
And see them flourish
Ants with no leaders
We need a new economy
That builds communities
And never destroys
Put the product in our hands
We’ll be the stewards
They’ll lose a little control
And we’ll all benefit
Daily Poetry
Writing a poem every day has given me insight into my own life. For example, I notice that I write the most sweetest, love-everyone poems right before sickness takes over my body. I’m also noticing the astrological influences of poems written in different months of the year. There seems to be a correlation with the energy of the astrological influence (broad & sweeping, freedom & justice, detail-oriented, etc.). Maybe I will further analyze this when I am done writing my 365 poems next June.
To Know (175/365)
Can I find them in the mirror?
If I know each cell and nerve
The ecosystems and design
Should surely speak to my beginnings
Do I need to peel the layers
Of the body, breath, and mind
And dwell in the vaster silence
Of the inner worlds of black?
Can I find them in my animal
Her similarities and her differences
If I am sensitive to her energy
Will I gain knowledge of existence?
Or need I travel past the Milky Way
To worlds untouched by humans
See new life breathe new air
Make the puzzle even bigger
Deep within or deep without
Ever dispelling the doubt