share my poetry

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on the snow,I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autunm rain, when you wake up in the mornings hush, I am the sweet uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night, Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.

I’ve only been published in a local publication, that was only printed once. I’ve not written much in the last 20 years, but I do dabble. Recently, I re-read the poems I’ve written about my son periodically during his life (the “Jay at __” series) and decided they are some of my best. It’s what made me pick this as one of my 43 things.

I shared my work on a Bebo poetry site, and got a very positive response.

burns and bruises all over body
crush a firefly on the bed
a moth swinging from ear to toe
another dream another life
lie another sleep another
no one has stand up and said
:no hearts, no knifes at stake

dreambook, like a memory
jumbled players, random prayers
believe in the mind (open
and potent, stark
clasp bones and
don’t pretend

loved one, a friend
searching in bubbles and frames
losing rings and flowers
so beautiful, so wrong
so many nights
wishing to belong

to someone
in a dress in a happy mess
waiting for a call
letter postcard message
voice song hearts
chocolates bitter ; hurts

we shall all regard the truth
steadily sound like the wind
on cold feet bald head shades
we cannot make any sense
of any laces, pens, mirrors,
pillows, clouds, cotton, candy
and why is that
why not, all angels ask

because, a touch on the cheek
charming ’ fades
we are all
dreaming
and dreaming out loud

silence seems like an isolated space,
a fragile moment,a captured being,
but within it prevails a story that can niether be heard or said,
a consiousness of unconsious nature,
which can endlessly spike within us reasons to freez moments,
to come up to conclusion of cotineouty,the empathy of time seems irritatingly slow and harsh,
althought not far but anxiously waiting to cover distance even futher with no thoughts of feeling or disgust,
hypothetycally sorrounded itself as if a beam of light do with an object,
so hot yet so cold inside,
with frightened nature and curagous commitment it goes from place to place,
from people to people.

Throughout the history of all mankind
The government leaders leave us all blind
As tragedy strikes us…we think we can see
An attack on our so called democracy

But in reality you can not deny
The governments truth is all a lie

When genocide enters all of our minds
Our leaders speak with denial lines
“WE SPEAK THE TRUTH” so they say
But no one will forget that fateful day

As genocide strikes throughout the night
The americans and turks lie in plain sight
As governments lied…the innocent died
When the armenians were betrayed…
A cover up was made

Our leaders deny to have formed that horrible day
But our eyes see different from what they say
They say “NO! There was no genocide.”
But as they say it they run and hide

So I ask “Why can’t you see?”
That we are living in a failing democracy
We will take no more of this hypocrisy
and no more of our political tyranny

The armenian genocide was not a myth…nor a lie
Just another coverup that our governments deny

Yet they get away in such a fashionable style
When we can all see their Genocidal Denial

But in reality you can not deny
The governments truth…is all a lie.

wrote some stuff at the poetry place in the green fields at glastonbury festival last summer. it felt good, safe, anonymous!

im sayin this off the top of my dome
on the computer just chillin at home
this is one of my 43 things
which comprises of a list of what i do
soccer basketball and sing
this is but
one of my favorite things

Transfixing my mind in the toils of the past.
The endless sancrity of mothers milk.
To drop to your knees but to find no avail.
Sacrificing just to fill the pail.
Catalytic bomb shells explode,
And with the earth only to implode.
Give our soldiers a chance to reload.
My life’s caliber is to big for my rifle
When living in a one size fits all nation.
It’s easy to live without ration.
So brush your teeth and slide your hand
Across your chest and say the words
That bring us freedom.
Nothing else.
Don’t change.

Like they say “Ignorance is bliss”
To live is to not give a piss.
Try to find the meaning behind the lies.
Looking in the spy glass and getting poked in the eye.
Finish your dinner.
6 O’clock news.
Love your family.

And so you travel the streets.
Gray and pale as the shadows of night
Cast down upon your life.
Swallow the pill.
Check your pressure.
Kiss her goodnight.
9-5

Transcending year to year.
Day by day without a fear.
Red faction thing of the past.
Al quiada far away.
As long as the sun shines that day.
So stuff the sock in your mouth.
And tie the blindfold by yourself.
And live your life in this happy hell.

Motherhood

Lying here thinking about yesterday
when we went to my cousin’s home.
She showing off her new borne
while I thought about the bleeding
I had a few days before.

I watched the way
you played with the baby.
I sat and simply smiled,
all the while
I hoped that you would see

that deep in my eye lay an apology,
for all the times
you’d never go gooey
over dolphin smiles.

As we drove away
I wondered if you knew
that my only thoughts
was red on white.

Death. Telling you
and baby blues.

Knowing that I would never be
everything a woman is suppossed to mean.
I’m wondering when you would want me
to set you free.