Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

Posted on September 16, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

Still

No pre-speech, but a deeper meaning is at the end.

Still

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(Instrumental Track: “The Roots and Eryka Badu – You Got Me”)

still…

was the waiting room
when the doctor entered in
to give the news,
and I knew
from the look on his face
the words
he was about to say
would forever change
my life

and unfortunately
I was right
’cause ever since
the day
you never came
my life has been

still…

still riding that
roller coaster of emotions
when
we were expecting
so much more
but that day we only saw
the birth
of tragic words.

Words that
everyone has tried
to comfort afterwords
but despite their empty phrases
my heart
still hasn’t accepted
the fact that
you are

still…

still stuck in my thoughts
is that sonogram image
I can’t ignore.
A silhouette of
my little angel
who will never
know what
it means to soar.
My
babygirl
won’t know what it means
to even crawl,
to even call out.
to cry,
to scream about
anything!
Any reason for the joy of
being alive,
you will never know,
because now your
lifeless body
lies

still…

still entrapped in that
silent womb
wrapped in a tomb of flesh
left with only death
as your first experience
of life,
and I’m left
only with the question
of
“Why?!”

Why did
demise come and
cut my child’s life-line
even before
they formed in your tiny palms.
Why did destruction
tuck you in a grave
made
in the belly
of your mom.

And who has rights
to tear off
the wings
of a cherubim
even before you got a chance
to fly home
come home

you never
came home,
with me.

so still
with me
are memories
when I see
empty swing
on playgrounds
wanting to squeak
and break the silence
seeking loving fathers
to push gleeful daughters
who will laugh and
kick their feet.

No, that won’t
ever be
you or me
so

so
still
are my thoughts
when I walk in the street
to find fallen leaves
rustling and waiting
to be made into piles
to be played in
for us to lay in
and look up at
cotton filled clouds
close enough to touch
in an unbroken
blue sky
and be like, “That one,
that one looks
…a daddy
and baby duck.” (ha, really?)

but that
that will never be
us.

’cause all of these
musings are just
once hopeful memories
that we
will never
get to keep,

’cause
in the absence of you
all of these
imagery fall
still,

and you’ll never
hear my words
because now
you’re motionless,
peacefully sleeping
but still
that won’t stop
the beating heart
of your daddy
from speaking.
So babygirl,
even if
you’re not listen

I wrote this poem

to help me
continue,
’cause eventually
I have
to move.

But know that
no matter
where I go

a piece of me
will always be

still…

…right
with you.

~the Word is Love, Spread the Word

This is persona piece, meaning it’s not the writer’s actual voice. Whenever writing such a piece I like to think, “It may not be mine, but it’s somebody’s story”. Hope you enjoyed, and if you did, pass it on to someone who would appreciate it.

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Posted on September 16, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

So You Need a Poetry Fix?

Here’s a nice site that can get your juices jump-started if you feel a little low.

podslam.org

Come back later to find the larger list of my ‘quick fix’ spots online.

Until then, remember

~the Word is Love, Spread the Word

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Posted on September 10, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

Rooftop View (Waiting for the Shine)

This poem was sitting in my head from this weekend, but I saw a picture that said I must put it down. Enjoy.

Rooftop View (Waiting for the Shine)

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(Instrumental Track: “Floetry – Say Yes”)

It was dark
on that rooftop
but I could still
see forever…

…and I held her tight.

See after
spending the entire night together
we stopped on that rooftop
with our pockets full of
collected moonshine.
Ready to trade it all with
the sun
who would soon rise
with a new day to change
the rest our lives.

and while we sat
watching and waiting
for the waking of the dawn
we saw stellar children laughing
as they glided along the sky,
ran between
planetary beings
that slowly strolled
through constellations
while holding hands
that now and again
give a twinkling of their eyes

at us…
two lovers that seemed to be
in-tuned into this universe
waiting,
anticipating for the sun to come
and have the day renewed.

And before he removed
all memories of this night
I knew what I had to do
and make my move
through the cool
of the now light blue air
I reached through the atmosphere
and laid hold of her
heavenly form.
Pulled her tightly
into my arms
so she would remain warm.

And we,
in time
and in sync,
with the universe’s beat…
we were intertwined
before the breaking of light.

like the planets alined
and made that moment just right.
as if they lined up
just to catch a peek of us
in that flawless morning glow.

Full of perfection,
so much so that
she asked the question,
“Did you plan this?”

And really,
I never expected
to get this far,
but I guess it was already fated
in the stars.

So me, ever the poet,
I simply told her,
“Hey, I live in ten second moments,
and honestly an hour ago
I had no clue
I would be looking
at heaven
from the horizon
with you
and your celestial body
by my side.
So in this moment
even I am amazed
at the beauty
that fills the spaces
of today’s morning time.”

And with that,
she smiled
simply reclined.
turned around and
dropped her head to the side

and with the meeting of our lips
we both melted
into the divine…

…

Then… he finally
arrived.
Broke the skyline
and also
broke a smiled.

‘Cause he wanted to brighten our day,
but from above
he could see
that we
possessed so much.
See we
already had more than enough.

and even if he wanted to,
on that rooftop

not even sun
could out shine us.

Not even sun
could out shine us.

~ the Word is Love, Spread the Word.

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Posted on August 27, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

Facebook Haikus – Michael Jackson

Over at Facebook I asked friends to drop me a haiku. The topic: ‘The King of Pop’. Only two came back, but there were real good.

From five to fifty /
in the spotlight and alone, /
he walked on the moon.
~ Marcus

Musical genius /
oh what a tragic ending /
…to a troubled life.
~ Michelle

And I can always count on my brother to come through…

Could not rest at night /
He took drugs like candy and… /
Now sleeps forever.
~ Levar

Until next Haiku time remember,
the Word is love…
…Spread the Word.

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Posted on August 27, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

i don’t pick flowers (i thought of you)

So here’s a nice little sweet piece. I was inspired to write it after a morning run with my friend Chell~b. Our course was next to a field of flowers. I never was the one to ‘pick’ flowers for someone, but when I saw how beautiful these were, I felt this strong desire to share them with another friend. And well, this poem came along also. Enjoy.

i don’t pick flowers (i thought of you)

i don’t pick flowers
for friends,
’cause they always die.
…flowers that is…
i mean, they’re lovely but
they only last
for a passing moment in time.

so
for loved ones,
i don’t give flowers
’cause petals don’t remain.
they wither and welt
and in an instant
after being picked,
their splendor
isn’t sustained.

and then,
i saw them.
then,
my thoughts changed.

when i saw them
they were sooo beautiful
when they came into view
and they brought
the initial thought
of
you.

and like i said
when i saw them
they were sooo
full of beauty,
that without a doubt
i knew
what i had to do.

so i picked
some flowers
just for you.

and now
i realized
why
people pick flowers
for loved ones
from the side
when they’re just
passing by

it’s ’cause
there is no better way
to say
i thought of you today,
even if
just
for a passing moment
in time.

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Posted on May 26, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

MoMA: I See

Often when we view art, we casually look at it and continue on with life. But how often do we actually take the time to appreciate it. Do we actually think about what artists are trying to say. What emotion are they trying to convey. This commercial by the museum of moder art captures the essences of art appreciation from both sides of the canvass. Enjoy.

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Posted on May 4, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

A Shared Culture

Some people asked me, “What exactly is ‘Creative Common’?  Well, head over to their site to get more info, and view the video below, that they put together.  Truly we are a shared culture. Enjoy.

and remember,

“the Word is Love, Spread the Word”

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Posted on April 30, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

Facebook Haikus – Swine Flu

Over at Facebook I asked friends to drop me a haiku.  The topic: ‘Swine Flu’. Here’s what these witty wordsmiths came up with.

Kimchi Killed bird flu /
Swine flu is no match either /
Korea is safe
~ Josie

I like that Josie.  Brought Korea into the mix.

NATO is free trade /
but we did not mean swine flu /
goodbye Mexico
~ Marcus

There are a few more. (more…)

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Posted on April 30, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

Are Copyrights the Right way?

The latest episode of EpicFU really brings home the issues of current copyright laws. With the whole fiasco created by the guilty verdict in the Pirate Bay trial, and a recent incident that happened to Leo over at Zen Habits (a writer wanted him to pay royalties for saying “Feel the Fear and Do it Anyways” the title of her book….and get this, Leo has never even heard of the book!), the issue of copyrighting is a’stirring (more…)

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Posted on April 29, 2009 - by ~ Aureli

Ken Robinson says schools kill creativity | Video on TED.com

Ken Robinson says schools kill creativity | Video on TED.com.

Ken Robinson makes many well put points about our education system and cultivating creativity.  Enjoy.

This got edited out of a poem that was inspired by this presentation:

We are all born creative
but through conventional education
the burn of imagination is stifled and it dies.
So I say to everyone,
pick up your tool before it’s too late
and shine.

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