Stillness
And, be listening
to the ruch of blood
through walls of roads
throughout beating hearts

Shhh...
and, shhh...
hear sleepy wandering
channeled life
within the chambers of nod

frigid steel cycles
plumed air seers intake
winters crystals chink
with midnight over winter
memories not myth

tinder not sighted
beside not the chill
air carry ice and ember
contrast and contentment
misnomer is the titlement

so, silence
hush...shhh...
e'er crackle be
and the leaf frozen
or e'er be it alight?
which do you hear?


Nene
2006

a night full of talking that hurts

my worst held back secrets. Everything
has to do with loving and not loving

this night will pass
i have work to do

let the beauty we love, be what we do










rumi

I could tell you of beams
kissed by shimmering stardust

Yet, I will create the strings
threaded throughout time and time

I could wish upon fancy
and perhaps not so

Yet, this day existence is
and, you are prisms hearts

I could sail through indigo dreams
and salmon coloured cotton

Yet, I Am
Being today, the Feel

I should render well, what could be
and say goodness will be...

Yet, shards of glass are my bones
and, love bondage glue...

Nene

...

and, she said, "like this!"
learned mind
the teacher and lover
of spirits afar
and near...

and, she said, "let's meet!"
o'er starry skies
and soak up the moon
while the network shimmered
everywhere...

and, we did

Nene

the water of life is here, i am drinking it

but i had to come this long way


to know it

the beloved in in your blood and veins, tho he or she may seem to have a
form outside you
it's in the outstretched hand you offer to one in need
there is no better orgasm than seeing these children eat

good thing is each post is the future... wow! look at you...


hey, there!
held a map in hand
of flesh rendered
Smooth babes cheek
or ancient roads taken...
the tale of individuals new
and lived...

Today, in cyber
my hands feel
the memory
and real
as in my hands
holds your brow
kiss what I see between your eyes...

energy rushes
through my palms
movie reels in the tissues
no fictional pulp, this
then, I will spread my hands
and cover all with reality
lest forgotten among habitual priorities...


Nene

your fragrance was carried on the winds and
the roses blushed and wilted

i felt you hand outstretched
the soft and firm grasp that held me stable as i walked

your touch calms my grief
and allows me to sit and cry









it is SO much easier to let go than to hold on

there was not one amoungst us who looked forward to being born.
we disliked the rigours of existence
the unfulfilled longings
the enshrined injustices
the labyrinths of love
the ignorance of parents
the amazing indifference
of living in the midst of the simple beauties
we feared the heartlessness
of human beings, all f whom are born blind
few of whom ever learn to see





i remember the dreamtime

i lingered in the world, seduced by the beauty
by the annunciation of wonderful events,
i go thru life with idealistic and fated eyes
carrying within me the music of a lovely and tragic mythology.
my mouth utters an obscure prophesy
my mind invaded by the future
i am a strange one with half of me always in the spirit world

i cross bridges and touch tears
i enter secret longings and sooth an unsettled sleep
i hear you breathing everywhere
and i am there

warming your feet,
in the steam of your coffee
the sweat on your brow

the dirt in your fingernails the blood on your skirt
how many times will i go thru this gateway?
i chose again to stay
to come home to the smell of your scent on my pillow
i want to taste this world
to feel it to know it
to suffer it to love it
to make a valuable contribution to it
to have that sublime mood of eternity in me
as i live the life that comes

but i sometimes think
it was your face that made me want to stay.....

i wanted to make happy the bruised spirit of the women that would become
my dearest friends

i lingered in the world, seduced by the beauty
by the annunciation of wonderful events,
i go thru life with idealistic and fated eyes
carrying within me the music of a lovely and tragic mythology.
my mouth utters an obscure prophesy
my mind invaded by the future
i am a strange one with half of me always in the spirit world

i cross bridges and touch tears
i enter secret longings and sooth an unsettled sleep
i hear you breathing everywhere
and i am there

warming your feet,
in the steam of your coffee
the sweat on your brow

the dirt in your fingernails the blood on your skirt
how many times will i go thru this gateway?
i chose again to stay
to come home to the smell of your scent on my pillow
i want to taste this world
to feel it to know it
to suffer it to love it
to make a valuable contribution to it
to have that sublime mood of eternity in me
as i live the life that comes

but i sometimes think
it was your face that made me want to stay.....

i wanted to make happy the bruised spirit of the women that would become
my dearest friends

i was born not just because
i had conceived a notion to stay, to come back
but because in between my comings and goings
the great cycles of time
had finally tightened around my neck
i prayed for laughter
a life without hunger
i was answered with paradoxes
it remains an enigma, how it came to be
that i was born smiling!

I fall apart inch by inch
time ticks by
and the ticks leech
and the leeches
pierce thier cl*t
"oh, HELP ME!"says the leech
"My mail is full of sh*t!"
it has begun...
"Why, oh, WHY!!!"

I fall apart second by second
time is a blur
and the blur bleeds
and the leeches fill to bursting
bloated leers
gleeful responses
"Does my p*ssy make you horney"
says the leech...

On it goes
and all the same faces repeat
actions are plain and seen
reactions become the jokes
sheep lined up
dumb and blind
and the wolves cry
BAHHHHHHH

Nene

and the force of spring rendering the ground
THROWS all the crumbled earth to the wind
and we stand trrrrrrembling and fresh
but older than all the juju that was ever spoken!!!!!

and the force of spring rendering the ground
THROWS all the crumbled earth to the wind
and we stand trrrrrrembling and fresh
but older than all the juju that was ever spoken!!!!!

hey lovely...

And...

to the winds were they carried
hither and gone
rebirth make new minds...

emotional minority
speaks freedom
growth be ages...



sorry I spewed bad juju in here, lol.

Nene

Laurie (cajunfroggy),

reflections catch
light and shadows

the doubles farce
comes 'round

weep for loss
weep for beginnings

hold your heart high
watch it glow in your mirror

the stains we leave
be reminders Only

now is You
and you are amazing...

Nene

like that...=o)


Steady the hand
that sews the blinds shut
as past is etched within footsteps
walk the path of today
and it leads another
if but awhile...
Now and then
the wanderer lost
hand held out
like tender vines
seeking purchase, grasping
aide in the step
be us all, with kindness
an then time takes over

views turn with heads
bent into the wind
lest it carry meaning
and go with it
and the neck bends, too
back there was us
in pocket, some dust
scatter it wide, and see
ages ago blend with today
all holding one another
as to spin goes on, on...
the chain links ever and was...

Nene

atmosphere ripened
ever the changing tides
riding among waters of living
swim with me...

ethers veil
be thinner in winter
the sleep of growth resting
walk with me awhile...

womb be the giver
of universal truth
acceptance be love, life, All
dream with me forever...

dancing souls wend
within arms of branches
strong be the bow the rocks
fly with me ever on...

silence astounding
vast be the space
and feeling infinite We
rest with me again...

nene

EVERYTHING I thought I knew
is showing itself as just that
bunch of ideas i knew once meaningful/less


and that idea...........that things are...important
supposed to have meaning

is just the same game
........................................................how frustrating
to learn, AGAIN
that ALL THIS...................(that we've gotton sooooooo
goooooooooooood at)

this knowledge so ainfully acquired, is so damn fleeting
..that ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING IS SO DAMN IMPORTANT
while relatively speaking...to whom?

troubled?
then stay with me for i am not

lonely?
a thousand naked beauties, wanting
dwell in the ancient caves
beneath my eyelids...


riches?
here's a pick
my wholebody is an emerald that begs ...
"take me"

write all that worries you on a piece of paper
offer it to the flames
even from the distance of a millennium
i can lean the flame of my heart
into your life
and turn
all that frightens you
into holy insense ash