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Dreams for Sale


 When No Words Come
 

When no words come I come to words
slither on my belly assault from behind
with a heavy hand I bully the language
resignation station
syllables hemorrhage and I squeeze harder
a cloth rung over an empty page
loop words around my index finger
taunt them with a pen
cram vowels
o and e and oww and ahh
through a milkshake straw
point in a single direction
spitfire



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 Chambers of the Heart - Part II of Many
 

II

I pull a scalpel from my ribcage
and carve large animals
out of your denial slice a small boy
out of the entrails
you feel everything you need
you love the surgeon she makes you feel
dangerously powerful you cannot quit now
horses rush in on repeat contractions
you take the plunge
scare habits in motion
do not blame the surgeon
when you swallow the gauge
the only indication that enough was enough
lodged in your bloodstream
begging for air
let me let you
release
her

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 Processionary caterpillars and thoughts for Easter
 

Processionary caterpillars travel in long, undulating lines, one creature behind the other.

Jean Hanri Fabre, the French entomologist, once lead a group of these caterpillars onto the rim of a large flowerpot so that the leader of the procession found himself nose to tail with the last caterpillar in the procession, forming a circle without end or beginning.

Through sheer force of habit and, of course, instinct, the ring of caterpillars circled the flowerpot for seven days and seven nights, until they died from exhaustion and starvation. An ample supply of food was close at hand and plainly visible, but it was outside the range of the circle, so the caterpillars continued along the beaten path.

People often behave in a similar way. Habit patterns and ways of thinking become deeply established, and it seems easier and more comforting to follow them than to cope with change, even when that change may represent freedom, achievement, and success.

A hard thing for most people to fully understand is that people in such numbers can be so wrong, like the caterpillars going around and around the edge of the flowerpot, with life and food just a short distance away. If most people are living that way, it must be right, they think. But a little checking will reveal that throughout all recorded history the majority of mankind has an unbroken record of being wrong about most things, especially important things. For a time we thought the earth was flat and later we thought the sun, stars, and planets traveled around the Earth. Both ideas are now considered ridiculous, but at the time they were believed and defended by the vast majority of followers. In the hindsight of history we must have looked like those caterpillars blindly following the follower out of habit rather than stepping out of line to look for the truth.

But for some reason most people wait passively for success to come to them - like the caterpillars going around in circles, waiting for sustenance, following nose to tail - living as other people are living in the unspoken, tacit assumption that other people know how to live successfully.

It's a good idea to step out of the line every once in a while and look around to see if the line is going where we want it to go.

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 Parachuting into some empty space
 

Libra
Friday, April 6, 2007

After this round of changes, your point of view is altered for good. Your soul is telling you to go ahead with the long-term plans you've been hesitant to put into action. Leap and the stars will catch you.


ADIEU OLD WORLD

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 None Sleeps
 

Anything could sleep
through a night like this
but thoughts
riding a submarine to the surface

the cataclysmic booms!
inside my head
anything could sleep
but those

arms attached to a boxing match
buried deep
in the bowels of some
lonely chest

none sleeps
but those who lay lazily
and sweetly wrapped
in the palm of someone’s heart

none sleeps
but those who
believe that love lost
might one day be found

anything could sleep
through a night like this
but a girl
forced under the weight
of goodbye.

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