strange how this memory feels homey
like sitting tween bronchial branches in her chest
nd kicking my legs slightly;
pressin in on a lung
a sigh
you or i?
Student or Teacher?
When does the student
become the teacher?
Wisdom can not be hurried.
Old adage: We teach what
we need to learn. There is
but one lesson passed
back and forth:
Love
aloha all!!!
Dear person in pain.. the missing DISCLAIMER
Oh I am so sorry to everyone who has read ”DEAR Person in pain” and thinks I am an insensitive neanderthal that should be locked away from society and only fed once a day with table scraps at that.
The post was by no means a view aimed at the generalisation of the world but a specific post tailor made to hit home a message to a one Mr. Donkey (not his real name) in an attempt to get him to come out of his silly rut. I know the words appear harsh and brash but they were meant with the kindest of connotations. At the time my blog was the only way for me to get to talk to him so i just wrote spur of the moment. He read it later and called me saying how much of an idiot he was being etc and how glad he was he had friends like me to give him the tough love no one else would.
So just to clear up….not aimed at the world of people in pain, just aimed at one overly dramatic dude.
Personal DISCLAIMER
I would really never go off like that with so little consideration for pain. Its not something you attack . Pain is a personal process we all endure, and it hurts. Some people deeper than others. From my own experience, and the experience of others, I ‘ve learnt that we are all entitled to our own existence, how we see, hear, feel etc is our own exclusive right and no one can discredit that. No one has the right to trivialise another’s pain because you will never know just how much another is hurting, just how deeply another has been cut. And quite frankly you never will. Empathy is a hell of thing, but it’s not everything
So, from one person in pain to another, I hurt with you, not against you….
And there is a silverlining, even if it happens to be under the cover of a peanut butter jar 
Keep on moving,
God is in the rain,
and It gets better..
Adurna.
oh p.s. I’ve taken it down, it’s served it’s purpose.
Person wanted
The spotted dotted outline of a familiar figure
Plays with the boundaries of my consciousness
My ever awareness that one is missing
In the space bordered by dashes and pauses
No face flashes pearly white teeth
Or causes me to place early slight grief
At your absence
You never truly miss something that was never there
So I’ll no longer bother to stare
At the invisible one I care for, or would dare for,
Dare to un-layer for, cause he would never lay her down
For me
- Decapitated Barbie,
With her head in the clouds
And body in the litter box,
Cats claw companion
Almost wish my eyes were bigger, deeper, wider, canyon sized
So I could see with canyon eyes where I went wrong,
And why I never fell asleep to you singing the bedtime song
Yes I’ve heard it many times through the walls
Echoing through the house like the night itself calls
To his young – stars and whispers them awake to play
But when he peaks the morning over the horizon,
Speaks and shrieks for them to come away
From the edge of day
And hides them in his dark embrace to stay
Till light has passed and the angels say
Amen.
All men, march the way they will,
Broadened still by length of life, and portion of strife
Manipulated constantly by the powers that be
Pray “be it not my will but thine”
Crush swollen head, and shrunken shrine
Maybe someday I’ll find that shape of mine
Scissors always at the ready
It’s just these hands that won’t steady
Random 10 “Words and Wonders”
Water beats sand and demands dry land
As wet hands bend and mold cold clay,
Aging older by the minute, not in spirit but in flesh,
Plastered mesh, subdues the cracks and forces angry space together again,
To weather again
The rain and sun,
Unaware hard times had just begun,
Begun to be sung out of the elfin wood,
Where the master finally realized the little engine could.
I saw the lost cause pass me by,
Called out to it but didn’t stop to hear the cry,
Tears torn up now,
And strung along the bow of the Sycamore tree,
Fruit shriveled and diseased
And with every other word a leaf must fall.
A thousand words well spoken, or spoken not at all
Sung only if you could hear it
I wish I could look into your tired eyes
And tell you its okay to breathe
I wish I could stand beside you silently
And watch you as you try to read
The stars stuck in the net
And walk away with no regret
I wish I could turn to you and say
Let’s just go and run away
And when you stop to stare back at the lights
I wish I could tell you, they’d be alright
And if you smiled I’d smile back
Then we’d chase the moon forever
Never needing what we lacked.
