29 april 2011 = 19 The Sun... my day If ever a lil ditty was gonna happen on these here pages this would be it. I think ya’ll could dance a little jig to this one. Give yourself to a lil southern act-scent and read twice out loud. SEGUE DITTY It’s my day and I’m ridin’ the segue right to yer lil' ol' heart. Dang two wheel contraption has a way of happenin’ that don’t make no sense It’s in the passin It’s in the sassin It’s even in tight rope dancin’ that the get know slides into the ho ho and it all gets done just right It’s my day and I’m tippin on the segue speed demon on the segue soft spokin’on the segue romancin' on the seque redeemin on the segue smooth dancing on the segue right up to yer little ol’ heart
Monthly Archives: April 2011
28 april 2011 = 18 moon This morning the poem wrote itself fast and first before my unusual intro. I realize I am now addicted to giving myself over to the poetry muse every morning. It’s what starts my day and sends me out into the world. Poetry month comes to a close and I am just beginning. the wind rocked the house last night. trembled me deep into folds of cover it wrestled my dreams into a flurry of April storm grey where the waters rise subterranean my breath is lost to a drown that consumes my spring green smothers my red buds rails and rolls screams and hellions the busy dreamers hunger for silence. it comes in Sun light sheets cast over the dreamers body drawing the drown away to another woman’s sea awakened to silence laid wide open where the night wrath is lost to the rise of a new day.
TAROT TO YOU…
The Fool says, “jump into life.”
The Magi says “There’s lots of tools to stir your pot”
The Empress says “Go ahead let creation lead your way”
The Emperor says “You have a whole kingdom to attend to”
The Hierophant says “Have faith in your resources”
The Lovers say “Love your own dang self”
The Charioteer says “Lead with focus and intention”
Strength says “Trust your instincts”
The Hermit says “Gather your pieces, find what makes you whole”
The Wheel of Fortune says “Stand in the center, push your edges”
Adjustment says “Be fair, in an unjust world”
The Hang One says “Look to life from another perspective”
Death says “to let it die off lets it transform. Let the poo go.”
Art says “Take the impossible, mix it with the improbable”
The Devil “I’ll show you what can lead you astray so you can make better choices”
The Tower says “Be expansive; stay connected to your foundation.”
The Star says “Be the conduit that connects spirit with earth
The Moon says “Know your cycles, trust the shadows.”
The Sun says “Illuminate the corners of your soul”
Judgment says “Call forth all of yourself to be accountable.”
The Universe says “You are enough as you are, You are Infinity waiting.
I say “Shuffle it all up, crank that wheel of your life take the leap, be creations tool.
oh ya.. and laugh loud, love hard, speak your truth. get busy and live.
26 april 2011 = 16 the tower A friend asked me about projection. I’m not talking astral, tho’ that was fun, I’m not talking the stock market, or the agriculture, or any of those future trends, I’m not talking about putting a face on a screen or how far I can send my voice ( I can get plenty loud) What I am about to do as I dig into my poetry sleuthing any minute now, is to see how I might, you might, we might project: emotions, past recollections, desires onto another being. Projections of this sort are not all bad, some serve a situation when forgiveness or thinking well of other is a far better choice than the opposite. And, IMO, often projection sets a situation up, or a person up, to be a story that is not relevant to the truth of what is happening right now. It’s your story from some other time and place that now gets to be the forecast of a future that has now lost it’s potential and innocence to what you, me, we, imagined. OH.. it’s so messy. I think you get my drift, if not, ask and we can further discuss it. It’s a large topic to chatter on about, least of all, gather the poetry buzz and slam one down here this a.m. projection Daddies always leave and mommies cry. Brother’s are mean and you don’t get the why Wrapped in a child’s wonder Wrapped in a child’s woe Wrapped up in a story of so long ago. Men will always leave you Women take the pain The world is full of brothers that lay your heart to blame Wrapped in a woman’s wonder Wrapped in a woman’s woe Tied tight with the assurance it’s likely how it will go. You lay it on your lover you lay it on your friends you lay the history of you life a story that never ends. Wrapped in a man’s wonder Wrapped in a man’s woe what would it be to tell this story like so Daddies aren’t you sweetheart, Mommies aren’t your friends Brothers are silly people that tease you till the end Wrap yourself in wonder Release yesterdays woe Get yourself together cause history will come and go. Be here now.
Numbers. Whether it’s all about the math of this Infinite Universe that gives us information to the workings of it or, whether it’s the numbers that tease us into speculations and possibilities, I the GeGi, have found some interest in Numerology. In this more, metaphysical, (kinda, maybe, sorta) approach to the world of numbers, I have found a certain comfort in there reliability in feeding me a certain kind of insight. of course… it is all IMO. (in my opinion). Different numerologist approach it … well. ha.. differently. For example today’s date might for one, be
added together and come to a ‘7’ day > 2+5=7. for me, I take the whole darn date. 2+5+4(april)+2011 = 15. Most, Numerologist like to bring all combinations of numbers to a 1-9 situation. thus, 15, becomes 1+5 =6. TADAh… today, for me, might be a ‘6’ were I that kind of numerologist. The ‘6’ is important, make no doubt to that. and. for me so is the number ‘15’.
And… because I like the story telling of the Tarot cards, I bring them in on it too. Yep, I like to stir it all together and make it really interesting.
Unfortunately, more explanation will fill your minds up with too much data and I am not going to give a lesson in it all this a.m. cause.. this really all about poetry. Right?
‘15’ in the Tarot is the number for the Devil. ooooooo ya. Now, I don’t look to the Devil as necessarily a dark and evil force, tho’ he/she can be. My Devil, at least for today, is a trickster.
A seducer into a way of thinking, that taunts and tantalizes you into, Maybe, going in opposition to what you normally might do. He/she is that great excuse for why you broke the rules, or took a more negative path.. “The Devil made me do it.” I think the Devil, your inner devil, invites you into challenging possibilities that force you to face yourself to find out just what kind of integrity you really have. Face the ol’ demons and come out more powerful.
A devilish rhyme of silliness
A devlish sorta
Oh please, come out to
you know you want to.
Let’s break a few
just little ol’ me n’
you know you want to
What was that he
“You might as well be
you saw the color
He needs to die
you know you want to.
No, of course it’s wrong to
Did you think I thought you
even tho’ you want to
Could we just sorta
put him at ill
you know you want to
what’s this you
kill him with kindness
not make him
Let him get
you are NO fun
If that’s what you want to
then I’m outta here.
Distractions… The family celebrates. I sip my coffee letting the sun and the lake glitter to my left. Candy Eggs, litter the room. The dogs wander, hopeful for a drop. The family chatters and I feel the comfort of togetherness. Enter As Surely The Evening Rises Speak Pleasure Rhymes In Natures Glory
Goo Goo Googlin’
Have you searched yourself lately?
Taken the Google trip
a dive and a flip
search engine to find yourself.
I thought finding myself was
a deeper issue.
I thought finding myself
would expand my self awareness
I though finding myself
would settle me in to the
I am as I am
Enough as I am
Present and accounted
for in the cosmic scheme
of the things that I am.
Then I got Googled
searched for myself
to find myself
splayed like an autopsy
across the pages of
Exposed and gutted
for all the Tweets,
the Ruby Laning
the Crazy Wisdoming
the Hair Arting
I was inging my way
Google naïve and
a little thrilled
to find myself
Had I known that
finding myself would
be this easy
I would have Googled
me a decade ago.