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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.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

i am

Sunburst eyes
I dwell on rooftops
Rock-climb barefoot
And believe in magic.

I've seen a metamorphosis
Been blinded by divine light
And i didn't come equipped with a reverse gear.

I'm a top down
Sky light
Sun roof
Kinda girl

I've been told I'm a floodlight not a laserbeam per say but I'll drown you in my love all the same.

I'm a bangled, beaded, scarves around my head and flowers in my hair kinda girl.

I don't know what I did last time to deserve it this good this time around...
But I bow my head and press my sweaty palms together for this gift I keep on getting.

See... The Buddhists say I'm making it. Creating it
The master of my destiny and I say well okay then
Because I don't think someone could have chosen my color for me any better.
I am.

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