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:, Indonesia
I do not speak my truth to antagonize you.... I share this swollen river running -- This waterfall of faith-- because it flows from me like lennon's endless rain.... --my paper cup: this poem-- to which an endless string of words spill out and on to... I stain the sentences with abundant articulations that boil inside of me... I thirst, I starve, I crave. and all that quenches... all that can satiate me is to open the faucet and allow the words to run... They skip and dance across themselves... They formulate on their way out like fireworks deciding which way they will face when they open and sizzle in the night air... And when they do... it's a sight to behold. It shocks me like the boom, and takes me aback to see what has emerged. And Keroac knew. He knew all along... that I was one. As my words explode like spiders across the sky... I watch in staggering wonder at my truth revealed and know that I am home here. I have taken my vow... signed in blood... solemnly sworn myself in... been hazed and pinky promised... and I know... without the shadow of a doubt... that I am a mad one. ...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sunday, February 13, 2011


Beautiful goddess with feathers in your hair...
Why do you give yourself away?
The humankind will steal your spirit
Rape your sunlight
Suck you dry
They desire what you have
Beautiful goddess with feathers in your hair...
Remember its okay to cry

You are a woman, not made of steel
The child within you aches to feel.

And you'll persevere.
I bless you.
Gift your heart with hope.
And will you to be believe
Do not refuse to feast when the appetizing aroma of your soul wafts back to you.

You were born to do great things
You are here for a reason
You beautiful goddess with feathers in your hair.

See yourself in me.
In the stars...
In the beauty of the colliding planets and bursts of light in the sky
See yourself as a lily
And know that in spring you will blossom, as you always have.

Do not fly away just yet.
You are born to see your own beauty.
So open those eyes and stop posioning yourself and allowing them to glaze and close.

Be the goddess you are.
Beautiful goddess with feathers in your hair.

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