I am the ripple

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I am the ripple

I am the ripple
where you can not see yourself clearly in the river

Are you sleeping,

in the reflection where I live?

I gave you freedom to be when I screamed you out

I am the quiver after your shake
the swell beneath your wake

I am your beginning

your end ~
You are portion of me, a section,

You are my memory, awakened

Listen to my whisper

my shallow breath,
I stand beside you, and inside you

I am life and death

Now go whole,
knowing

flowing,  

unshaken
 

ldn

Freedom

Freedom

A spirit in a box

closed on all corners

with walls

tied

too big for the sides

let out a wail

kicked its way out

and cried ~

I'm Free!

ldn

Happy like a pound puppy

photo: thedailydog.wordpress.com

Happy like a pound puppy

I was in third grade…

lots of stuff happened by then,

to me and my family

We were safe in the nest of grandparents, one day

They lived in the back house ~ us up front

under their watchful eye

But mom needed to break free

So she took us away

I was born Linda Eleanor Del Nagro,
pronounced:  Nay – gro

The Negro with an “e” got changed to a Negro with an “a’

in the thirties (for apparent reasons)
by relatives I never knew

Life was hard enough on kids back then

and for me, too ~
in third grade

I learned how to spell it

Capital “D” – e – l   then   Capital “N” – a – g – r – o

I wrote it with a cursive swing,

at the end

Then during summer break on a summer day,
Mom got married again (between third / and fourth)

So I became someone else

I was kind of glad (of course)

because the other kids called us Niggers

I was happy a little bit for a little bit

Again I spelled my name ~ but different
Capital “C” – o – r   then   c – o – r  – a – n

There, that’s settled

Happy like a pound puppy

in a new home

in fourth grade

with a new name

different but still the same

for a little bit,

anyway

ldn 

a Ferris Wheel in France

photo: davidsanger.com

a Ferris Wheel in France

How can this be

You are with me all the time,
spinning around

in my mind

How can this be

and why?

Did I make you up,

all of the sounds

and deep breaths 

knocking on my back door

into my ear

first whispers,

then shouts?

How can I keep you
from disappearing

again

off to Paris, on one hand,

leaving your other hand

on me, your lover?

Will you take me with you

some time, or another

to France,

into town

on a Ferris Wheel

to dance

with me,

around? 

ldn

Is it big enough?

photo: from a friend


Is it big enough?

Is it big enough

to hold what I know

about her,

how she carried me to the altar,

married me to her soul?

Is it big enough?

Is it a century tall?

Is it ten thousand summers,

and one fall?

Is it big enough

for a mystery?

ldn

My Family is an old coat now

photo: flickr.com


My Family is an old coat now


My family is an old coat now

with holes

Cold winds drift through it

now that Mom’s gone

Days pass into years

without hope

of her mending it

protecting our skin

from the storm

My family is unraveling

like a knitted scarf

not tied off
at the edges
into knots

My family is one boot

without laces

to hold it to the foot

It rubs blisters

onto brother's

and sister's

soles

My family is an old coat now

with holes

ldn

The Mass Majority

The Mass Majority

Politicians are the instigators who speculated with

Big Bank Administrators and peculated funds

Now the victims of the oppressors

though weak from the compressors of the system

must get off of their couches

stop acting like slouches

and run

without guns and ammunition

but with love and ambition

There’s more of me and you, than them

Don’t fall for the story of the few

Go for the Glory - and fight

We are the Mass

The sum of our parts - one heart

We fly first class in the Light

We have the Power

There is no time to cower,

so stand by your brother

as One

Face Satan head on

God has your back

Evil be gone

We’re done with the crap - ZAP!

We won.

ldn

Who is this kid?

Who is this kid?

Someone died tonight

at a movie theatre

Not my son, not your wife

No one lost their life

who you knew

But it could have been, you

there

when

Children fell

into broken seats

on broken dreams

into popcorn mayhem

screams

Who is this kid,

who sat with you

in science class?

Who, you ask?

Was he your neighbor,

the child who hid

under

your curb, disturbed?

Was he the kid who stared past

souls through glass

mirrors

looking

for his own

who lost his will to live

so took

yours?

Who is this kid,

now grown?

ldn

Golden Chain

image: ehow.com

Golden Chain

Wrapped around my neck his golden chain

upon my bed of brass where we had lain

I saw not diamond stars that night, but pain

upon my sheets of white where spilled the rain

My heart in two will never be the same

for with my lover gone I'll go insane

No one but myself now do I blame

for stains upon my bed where we had lain,
his golden chain

ldn

Jesse

photo: dosomething.org


Jesse

Last night Jesse wandered crooked to my car.

I’m hungry. . .

and I’m really really scared.

His hands shook like chicken feathers,
ruffling through dirty hair.

Blank eyes stared,
past mine.

My cell phone was stolen, and all my cash.
A line.

Will you help me, please?

This kid looked really bad.

Would you like a hamburger?

Please and thank you, Ma’am.
Where do you live?

Yakima.

Do you want to go home?

Yes.

Will I be safe with you, I asked?

I’m more afraid of you…

Get in.

Drove Jesse to the station,

gave him all my cash,
from my purse.

Pot reeked from his dirty sleeping bag.

He shook like he was coming down…

(or worse)

Chin up and eyes straight, Jesse.

One quick hug and he was gone.

He could have been my son.

He could have been yours.

He was just a kid,

Jesse.

ldn

I am Comet Biela

image:comet_twin_split_biela.jpg



I am Comet Biela

I am Comet Biela

Split

Ahhhh

You think I left

you alone? 

Naw

I am home

I am the dream

when you, rest

I am

I am

Comet Biela

I am your soul

disconnected

I go where you can not

go

I know who you are

before you know

I am you,

reflected,
in me

I harvest fertility

I am eternity

Atom has nothing on me

Do not search the skies

in empty spaces

for me  (or mourn)

Seek my grace, inside

I am Comet Biela

I split / into who you are

I am no more

than I am

Biela’s Comet

you,

reborn 

ldn

Electric

photo: Madrona Beach (Friday the 13th)

Electric
  

Lightning struck the sea one thousand times,

and two

bones jump in, electric skin

yellow, red, and blue

Sunsets are beautiful here

Long days -

ten p.m. nights of light ~ 
filtering through my window pane

I run outside

with Nikon on my shoulder

hold her ~ like the sun in my hand

for one last time
today.

ldn

Moon Dancer

photo: moon over Madrona 6/22/12

My dream last night - July 13, 2012


Moon Dancer

In my dream last night, I went

outside

to my deck

Eyes fixed open

wide toward dark skies,

the crescent moon turned

into a beautiful woman,

an angel dancer,

in white dress

She moved. . . so. . . slowly. . .

slower than human eyes should see,

hands turned up

then down,

forming a swan's neck

Her sign language spoke

only to me

I wept

 

 

ldn

Empty Walls

collage: U-district, Seattle, July 10, 2012

Empty Walls

Empty walls are creepy

Chill

Drug School is Free

Peace of mind

Real Change is here
No Crying Babies

Phone home

Obey

B of A

Aged out,

Hippie

ldn

He plays

photo: alan

He plays

He plays his guitar alone

while I make poems

humming

He sings upstairs

while I write lyrics

to chords I hear

him strumming

up there

playing

his guitar

ldn

The Theory of Relative-ity

http://www.slideshare.net/UPFInternational/one-family-under-god-3438891 

 

The Theory of Relative – ity 

Relatives: 

We all have them

If you don’t you’re not here

In order to know how this relative thing works,

understand and appreciate first of all

we all have the same bloodline   

Genetics – vary

Depending on which side of the family you pooled

more from

Some have a mixture of many ~ ~ ~ stretching back centuries

So if you have a trait unlike your siblings, or cousins (that is if you have any)

Celebrate your uniqueness, your differences

This is the first lesson in the Theory of Relative-ity

Secondly: some of you may not be aware of the fact that everyone on this planet

is at least a 52^nd cousin

Whoopee – a Party!

Let’s have a Family Reunion…

A union of sorts – Cohorts!

Would you let your sister starve?

Your cousin?

Your brother?

Your mother?

Would you sit around and go – La-de-da…♪♪

95% of my family must struggle for survival while I bask in luxury

If so – you are not of this Family, this Tribe

You inherited the ‘genes’ of the ungodly,

But you can change your ways…and join the

Party!

How?

This is another story

Stay tuned for, “How to live in God’s Glory”.

ldn

'Til the rain

image: straylighteffect.com

'Til the rain

Clouds of dust encircled me on the north forty plain,

‘til the rain

and that was the day that the bumble bee caused me a lot of pain

I was roundin’ the cattle ~ was ‘bout noon, I think

The day was as still as the midnight moon, the sky a blistery pink,

The fire started at Pecos Place,

the Sheriff was combin’ the town,

when in walked old Charlie from Memphis,

that’s when the shootin' went down

The Sheriff ~ he shot old Charlie,

but Charlie ~ he shot him too

before he went down he pulled out a stick that he had shoved down in his shoe

It went off with a blast

Pecos Place saw its last,

then windstorms from south ~ ~ ~ up dey blew

Clouds of dust encircled me on the north forty plain,

‘til the rain

and that was the day that the bumble bee caused me a lot of pain.

ldn

Slanted Bed

photo:new garage sale art


Slanted Bed

Wears a cross on a thread

around her head,

in a broken dream on a slanted bed

Takes to the table all that she’s able,

no more, no less

Feels no need to confess to another,

forsakes her life for her brother

Simple lady,

wears a cross on a thread

around her head,

in a broken dream on a slanted bed

ldn

Sand Castles

photo: bestsoylatte.blogspot.com

Sand Castles

Well now I feel stupid

with bare feet on pavement, hot

building castles from sand

worn once on beaches

where you lay

watching me

Teaches me to not believe what I see,

in my illusion worn, thin

as I drip into forms,

castles of sand on hot pavement

ldn