In the name of Art

When all my ambitions and desires die,
when everything in me ebbs away,
and I am merely a hollowed vessel that floats along the coast
– I shall cease to be human.

When all my beliefs and fervor fade,
when everything I was is but a distant mist,
and I am merely a branch of driftwood, brought in by the tides
– I shall cease to be human.

When all my sentience and hunger hit the rocks,
when everything I did is long forgotten,
and I am merely splinters washed away
– I shall cease to be human.

I’ll be wood and wind and water.
I’ll be sand and salt and sun.

But as long as there is poetry in my lungs,
and my lips cling to it like a teething child,
I shall walk along the beach
and swim in those finite waters,
I shall write and sing and shout
that I am human
and claim myself
for myself
in the name of art.

“The world is full of loss … ”

~ Invocation

The world is full of loss;
bring, sleep, my love back,

my home is where we make our meeting-place,
and be it in my dreams;
my love lies within that face.

Lift, sleep, the exile from my eyes;
send peace, send life back,

lull me deep into an apparition,
a veiled, safe maze
of miscognition. ~

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The world is full of loss … by Muriel Rukeyser

The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love,

my home is where we make our meeting-place,
and love whatever I shall touch and read
within that face.

Lift, wind, my exile from my eyes;

peace to look, life to listen and confess,
freedom to find to find to find
that nakedness.

We Saw it Happen

I saw myself sleeping.
… sleeping alone.
… sleeping without you.
… sleeping awake.

I saw myself falling.
… falling in your eyes.
… falling in mine.
… falling up steps.

I saw myself screaming.
… screaming for you.
… screaming to have you.
… screaming dead silent.

I saw myself crying.
… crying because of you.
… crying because of myself.
… crying a sharp smile.

I saw myself dying.
… dying alone.
… dying beside you.
… dying in front of everyone.