tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445891438707277862024-02-07T03:38:44.339-06:00The Mystic FoolExpressive Arts Journal of Ro Abreu, aka Mizz Crow, the Mystic Fool.Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-85129837710380934152013-03-02T23:56:00.000-06:002013-03-02T23:56:21.419-06:00<b>What bitterness <br>
when coming spring<br>
reminds only of<br>
impending fall<br>
The spark of fresh life<br>
tasting of the burnt out ash<br>
from long ago bonfires<br>
Memories are the thinnest cloak<br>
pretending to keep out the chill<br>
yet ultimately unable<br>
The crocus pushes frozen earth aside<br>
and the failing heart cracks <br>
like hoarfrost<br>
<br><br>
© RCGA 2013
</b>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-19438999388095769112013-02-06T20:08:00.000-06:002013-03-02T23:57:04.392-06:00To A Bored Domme<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>
You stand akimbo, leather clad,
<br>
the ultimate of femme and bad;
<br>
and yet, I do not buy your sneer--
<br>
it is too pained, too insincere.
<br>
Despite your practiced flick of wrist,
<br>
your polished stance, your high heeled twist…
<br>
your tightened lips and narrowed eye
<br>
are less sadistic than they’re wry.
<br>
<br>
<br>
Your subjugates kneel and present;
<br>
of pleasure you show not a hint.
<br>
They kiss your boots, they beg to please,
<br>
your moue looks like you need to sneeze.
<br>
<br>
<br>
Oh Wielder of the Nine-Tailed Whip,
<br>
perhaps it’s time you took a trip?
<br>
Somewhere sans flogger, strap-on free,
<br>
perhaps a nice pink bikini?
<br>
Unwind those braids, let down your hair
<br>
peel off the rubber underwear;
<br>
unlace your corset, take a breath
<br>
before you’re Mistressed half to death.
<br>
<br>
<br>
(c) RCGA 2013
</b>
Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-55866108593741043042012-07-28T14:20:00.001-05:002012-07-28T14:20:53.613-05:00Help a Homeless Veteran - Homeless Veterans<a href="http://va.gov/homeless/help_a_homeless_veteran_general.asp?utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=Copy1&utm_content=Image2&utm_campaign=Homeless">Help a Homeless Veteran - Homeless Veterans</a>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-44658937574378003742011-03-05T20:46:00.000-06:002011-03-05T20:46:44.348-06:00Brand New Key Redux<b>I rode my Harley past your window last night <br />
I revved my motor at your door at daylight<br />
It almost seems like you're avoiding me<br />
I'm OK alone but you've got something I need, well<br />
<br />
{Refrain}<br />
I've gotta brand new pair of service cuffs <br />
You've gotta brand new key<br />
I think that we should get together and<br />
Try them on to see<br />
I been lookin' around awhile<br />
You got somethin’ for me<br />
Oh, I gotta brand new pair of service cuffs<br />
You gotta brand new key<br />
<br />
I ride my bike, wear leather boots, don't drive no car<br />
I go too fast, and I go pretty far<br />
It’s true I’ve been there done that, I been all around the world<br />
Some people say I done all right for a girl<br />
<br />
I asked your Mama if you were at home<br />
She said yes, but you weren't alone<br />
Oh, sometimes I think that you're avoiding me <br />
I'm OK alone but you got something I need, well<br />
<br />
{Refrain}</b><br />
<br />
A little humor for the weekend, my filk of a folk classic<br />
<br />
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;-)Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-2784247055632523332011-01-23T14:01:00.000-06:002011-01-23T14:01:03.083-06:00Jolie Blonde<b>You stood up in the fishing boat,<br />
<br />
a silhouette against the sunset,<br />
<br />
shirtless and damp,<br />
<br />
your blond curls wet and tangled.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t see anything of your face,<br />
<br />
just the flash of your smile<br />
<br />
and the twinkle in your eye<br />
<br />
as you held up the trot line and grinned,<br />
<br />
talking some bullshit …<br />
<br />
it was always some bullshit, wasn’t it …<br />
<br />
it sounded so good in your patois.<br />
<br />
I handed you the bait and tracked a trickle of sweat<br />
<br />
down your belly into your well-worn jeans<br />
<br />
while you pretended not to notice,<br />
<br />
but looked down my shirt in trade.<br />
<br />
Warm water lapped at aluminum.<br />
<br />
Somewhere a fish jumped and plopped.<br />
<br />
Cicadas tuned up<br />
<br />
and you started singing<br />
<br />
some Cajun thing I couldn’t understand …<br />
<br />
didn’t really need to …<br />
<br />
we both knew it was your version of foreplay,<br />
<br />
softening me for the quick cold hose shower we’d give each other<br />
<br />
before fleeing the mosquitoes<br />
<br />
into the camp to strip<br />
<br />
forgetting the fish bucket on the deck,<br />
<br />
because dinner could wait<br />
<br />
but we couldn’t.<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2011</b>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-76025286367494059022011-01-02T15:36:00.001-06:002011-01-06T22:20:16.685-06:00Bodhi Work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPGXMe1KyKmTdYBRavRNBnP2RSwBtkNbRhvl_Vj313jvb2d6d-OWLOReYx0GwGfg7QFibDRWTYi-ns3EzM_BvTg8Qxic_N3dfC_HAJmRc6frfIXpwHKcTMOvRovAjp2OzRnohRm9rxg/s1600/100_0706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPGXMe1KyKmTdYBRavRNBnP2RSwBtkNbRhvl_Vj313jvb2d6d-OWLOReYx0GwGfg7QFibDRWTYi-ns3EzM_BvTg8Qxic_N3dfC_HAJmRc6frfIXpwHKcTMOvRovAjp2OzRnohRm9rxg/s320/100_0706.JPG" /></a></div><br />
That part of me that recognizes<br />
the gradient between ethereal and solid,<br />
firm and pliant<br />
wants you lying nascent in the afternoon sunlight,<br />
quiescent yet tremblingly responsive,<br />
a beautiful instrument<br />
reclining on my table<br />
being lovingly oiled,<br />
tuned,<br />
played.<br />
<br />
What music will you make?Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-74817478288092875162011-01-02T15:26:00.003-06:002011-01-02T15:26:55.979-06:00December Morning<b>The sky is slate<br />
<br />
and covers beckon<br />
<br />
where you lie warmly<br />
<br />
waiting with hands to mold me<br />
<br />
soft clay into a vessel to contain you<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
My shivers are not from the chill<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Through the frost-paned windows<br />
<br />
only a gray light crosses<br />
<br />
our shadowed privacy<br />
<br />
yet I can see your eyes glowing<br />
<br />
like winter fire<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010</b>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-2869553790650665502010-11-03T22:56:00.000-05:002010-11-03T22:56:49.646-05:00Mail Order<b>Mail Order<br />
a space sonnet<br />
<br />
The men stood restless on the loading dock.<br />
All eyes scanned for the signs of transport ships.<br />
Each one, past nonchalance, had checked the clock,<br />
Attuned in thought, the same prayer on their lips.<br />
<br />
At last the cloudless sky rained down the pods <br />
Like dandelion fluff; and out they rowed<br />
Into the bay with nets in eager squads -<br />
The clutch of longed for eggs carefully towed.<br />
<br />
One rower paused and gazed upon a face<br />
Still in the sweet repose of cryosleep;<br />
A snow white beauty in her clear glass case,<br />
The sight of which made him both laugh and weep.<br />
<br />
“The brides have come!” he cried, and all joined in<br />
A shout of joy from pioneers: “Women!” <br />
<br />
RCGA</b>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-40060067893936476652010-10-06T22:07:00.002-05:002010-10-06T22:07:59.977-05:00New Waltz<b>The band is tuning up again;<br />
<br />
I hear the subtle thread<br />
<br />
of a song I’ve heard many times before,<br />
<br />
music that has taken me<br />
<br />
over many miles<br />
<br />
waltzing in the arms of strangers<br />
<br />
friends<br />
<br />
and lovers.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Which are you?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I see you standing at the edge<br />
<br />
tapping your foot in time<br />
<br />
a hand extended<br />
<br />
and I am already anticipating<br />
<br />
the breathless whirl you’re offering.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Ah, my heart is shameless.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
It is dancing ahead<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
outpacing the rhythm<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
precessing me across the empty space<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
eager<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
foolish<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
giddy<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
before we’ve even taken the floor.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
RCGA 2010</b>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-60713926104611620822010-09-24T10:36:00.000-05:002010-09-24T10:36:23.185-05:00Lover’s Farewell<b>I can still remember,<br />
and will always,<br />
the sheen of your skin in the moonlight<br />
the first time you were bare for me,<br />
and the gleam in your eyes<br />
I recognized as echo of my own.<br />
<br />
Ah, alas.<br />
<br />
For all the nights of pleasure<br />
for all the mornings of warm comfort<br />
settled in your arms.<br />
Alas for the fret moments<br />
wondering how you fared<br />
when we were apart<br />
and the anticipation of knowing<br />
we’d be together soon.<br />
<br />
Time was suspended for a while<br />
and we reveled in it<br />
darlings of some goddess of passion<br />
worshipping at the altar of each other.<br />
<br />
Now…<br />
now we part<br />
and I know I have no will to say goodbye<br />
so I give you this<br />
the distillation of my memories<br />
perfumed with the last scent of our bodies rising<br />
scribed with the nail-scores of lost control.<br />
<br />
You will abide with me<br />
like a treasure hoarded in my chest<br />
locked within my heart<br />
yet never seen again but in my mind.<br />
<br />
I saw how the moon loved you<br />
when I held you that first time<br />
and I knew you were only mine for a spell;<br />
I can no more possess you<br />
than I can that gleam that sparkled in your eyes<br />
when you lay down for me.<br />
<br />
RCGA. 2010</b>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-33283806164241403382010-08-15T11:33:00.003-05:002010-08-15T11:33:57.700-05:00LightThere’s a bit of sunlight trapped in your hair<br />
<br />
just there<br />
<br />
I think I can capture it with my lips<br />
if I am careful <br />
<br />
and maybe I can transfer it to your mouth<br />
with mine<br />
<br />
give you a taste of the bright beauty<br />
you’ve brought to me<br />
<br />
RCGA,2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-10723573764377742852010-08-14T23:16:00.000-05:002010-08-14T23:16:19.111-05:00Tantra<i><b>I am holding out my hand to you.<br />
I am the Earth…<br />
I am your Goddess Lover<br />
I am deep, and warm, and as fertile<br />
as the longest of your full night dreams --<br />
naked as the Moon,<br />
blinding as the Sun,<br />
more intoxicating than swallowing Stars.<br />
If you touch me,<br />
you will know what it means to be alive --<br />
you will understand how the rhythm of your breath<br />
is the axis upon which Eternity spins.<br />
The fire of inspiration<br />
waits, banked, to light our joining.<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010</b></i>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-37636495400889742272010-08-14T23:06:00.000-05:002010-08-14T23:06:30.624-05:00InebriatedI am intoxicated<br />
by the cadence of your voice<br />
by your playfulness<br />
by your eagerness <br />
by the shape of your being.<br />
<br />
I would like to let you protect me<br />
even though I don’t really need it<br />
<br />
just because I imagine<br />
how delightful sleeping in your arms would be<br />
<br />
tipsy from <br />
your scent <br />
your sound<br />
your way.<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-78458926468204127262010-08-14T23:03:00.000-05:002010-08-14T23:03:22.200-05:00ListeningOnce I woke in the night<br />
thinking I heard your voice <br />
calling my name<br />
<br />
and ever since<br />
I cannot sleep for waiting<br />
<br />
to hear it again.<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-21774220220495052572010-07-14T19:30:00.002-05:002010-07-14T19:30:31.512-05:00Respiration<b>The long day stumbles,<br />
falling into sultry night<br />
<br />
and I am so tired<br />
<br />
I breathe,<br />
<br />
remembering what's been forgotten,<br />
surrendered<br />
to the hypnotism of life...<br />
<br />
Spirit rises.<br />
<br />
Sweet <br />
silent shadowed space<br />
surrounds,<br />
<br />
soft shelter of soul,<br />
<br />
transcendence.<br />
<br />
I breathe,<br />
<br />
abandoned to the swell,<br />
the slow rushing wonder<br />
of air and ether joining,<br />
<br />
swaying lungs<br />
like a ship's sails filling,<br />
<br />
rippling taut,<br />
<br />
releasing.<br />
<br />
Somewhere near <br />
the sweating cicadas rouse<br />
and talk to the moon,<br />
<br />
counterpointing the cycle<br />
<br />
with rattling timbals. <br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010</b>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-34602478227710473792010-07-14T00:13:00.004-05:002010-07-14T19:30:57.562-05:00TwinedI dreamed about you last night<br />
tantric twined<br />
above and around you<br />
<br />
and all the while I knew<br />
it was a dream<br />
<br />
and all the while I wondered<br />
if you were dreaming too<br />
<br />
If you dreamed me<br />
above and around you<br />
rising and falling<br />
<br />
if you knew it was a dream<br />
and that I was dreaming too<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-47075075726478845942010-06-23T08:24:00.004-05:002010-06-23T08:25:34.850-05:00Rattling the CageNot one word.<br />
Don’t open your lips<br />
even to say you love me<br />
<br />
because <br />
<br />
it would be too much.<br />
<br />
I am already at a crisis,<br />
a flashpoint,<br />
walls buckling with the tension<br />
of holding all this in.<br />
<br />
I do not know how to let go<br />
after all this time.<br />
<br />
What if I opened my hands,<br />
unlocked the cage,<br />
opened the door?<br />
<br />
Ah, you would run,<br />
don’t think that you wouldn’t.<br />
<br />
No one standing could face this,<br />
and lying down, much worse…<br />
<br />
You might instead<br />
scramble into the cage,<br />
shutting yourself in,<br />
and then where would I be?<br />
<br />
Tending you,<br />
a wild thing mastered by freedom.<br />
<br />
Please do not speak.<br />
It would be too much.<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-42946094284592337012010-06-23T08:11:00.000-05:002010-06-23T08:11:17.105-05:00eNothing: POEM OF THE DAY "Love" by Pablo Neruda<a href="http://enothingblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/poem-of-day-love-by-pablo-neruda.html">eNothing: POEM OF THE DAY "Love" by Pablo Neruda</a><br /><br />Ah. Ah. Ah.Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-25397067403483679492010-06-21T18:09:00.002-05:002010-06-21T18:09:54.383-05:00ShoreI believe in the infinitesimal diamonds<br />
living in the sand,<br />
thousands on thousands<br />
clinging to your feet <br />
as you pace by the sea.<br />
<br />
I know you like I know myself,<br />
which is not too much,<br />
but enough for now…<br />
scented of salt water<br />
warmed in summer sun,<br />
oceans within you shifting,<br />
pouring out and extending<br />
towards some far horizon.<br />
<br />
Look, there is a shell<br />
empty of its passenger<br />
weathered and half-buried<br />
reminding me that today is not the first day<br />
that the world did not begin<br />
when you looked at me.<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-58264855705521535162010-06-19T19:35:00.002-05:002010-06-21T18:10:17.031-05:00Daddy's Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmSlgizK1AmomW-XDs2xIS3QBFYGaCAmfUWRCQ2X-cclCjyL_ItQfRl0SFPFbVvn6mECOn9FC3pV9NahYsnIWy_07fimPTEofcIs58_dmEwP_EPvfrfhFYG0VIKgX3P02F7uSgOc_PQ/s1600/fatherdaughter-sized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmSlgizK1AmomW-XDs2xIS3QBFYGaCAmfUWRCQ2X-cclCjyL_ItQfRl0SFPFbVvn6mECOn9FC3pV9NahYsnIWy_07fimPTEofcIs58_dmEwP_EPvfrfhFYG0VIKgX3P02F7uSgOc_PQ/s320/fatherdaughter-sized.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
A long time ago, it seems<br />
I was born<br />
in a Hollywood hospital<br />
to a Southern Belle<br />
and her intemperate Hispanic husband…<br />
and I was loved.<br />
<br />
From the time I came into the world<br />
I always knew I was Daddy’s Girl.<br />
<br />
Daddy<br />
who walked me to sleep<br />
who lifted me to the pulpit to sing<br />
who paid me to shine his Sunday shoes<br />
who gave me free range of his library<br />
who settled my rebellion with a look<br />
who told me nobody was good enough for me<br />
but that I would make a lousy wife anyway.<br />
<br />
Daddy<br />
who in the pain of parting from Mom<br />
gave me to her because, he said, she needed me more<br />
but really, he knew he’d be living hand to mouth<br />
to support our separate households alone.<br />
<br />
Daddy<br />
who every year on my birthday<br />
tells me the story<br />
of the nurse coming out of the delivery room<br />
and saying, “Mr. Gutierrez, you have a daughter.”<br />
<br />
Daddy.<br />
<br />
I’m glad you finally said you are proud of me.<br />
I’ll always be your girl.<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-42434585146321932612010-06-12T21:05:00.004-05:002010-06-21T18:11:46.509-05:00ElixirI have wanted you<br />
like cool water<br />
and you have been<br />
that draught for me<br />
<br />
You are a shiny thing<br />
hidden in the bottom of the glass<br />
that hypnotizes me<br />
and makes me forget <br />
where I am going<br />
<br />
For a moment<br />
I can imagine having you<br />
I can indulge myself in the fantasy<br />
before what is interrupts what might be<br />
<br />
I have told myself again and again<br />
to open up my fingers<br />
even if the glass breaks<br />
and yet, I keep drinking<br />
because you are the elixir and the jewel<br />
so satisfying, so beautiful<br />
<br />
RCGA 2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-43358294380649829952010-06-12T19:54:00.002-05:002010-06-21T18:10:38.281-05:00Secret<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7woaXFhGbTIef2WMy5ZAZefgqEtOzUZ2DuPDVjzMhANAmG30aSMr4y7xaS4Ii6DFUMFcfEGrdYiwI8yBhHvJhS9Gns-cShhr1finq2GvUKfijlXcpgMpy4z5GCLNgcj1ivproX7h7Q/s1600/lostlove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7woaXFhGbTIef2WMy5ZAZefgqEtOzUZ2DuPDVjzMhANAmG30aSMr4y7xaS4Ii6DFUMFcfEGrdYiwI8yBhHvJhS9Gns-cShhr1finq2GvUKfijlXcpgMpy4z5GCLNgcj1ivproX7h7Q/s320/lostlove.jpg" /></a></div>Am I your dirty secret, then?<br />
It's not the first time<br />
I have been<br />
<br />
an unacknowledged paramour<br />
slipped in and out<br />
the servant door.<br />
<br />
In all your grief of things you've lost,<br />
I am not mentioned...<br />
to my cost.<br />
<br />
Yes, I am angry, and alone<br />
no private grief for me --<br />
I own<br />
<br />
each single moment that we shared<br />
when I imagined that you cared.<br />
<br />
Deluded me. I was a spell<br />
repeated often<br />
written well<br />
<br />
but always used in private space<br />
unable to claim pride of place<br />
<br />
A concubine, a chere amie...<br />
you were much more than that to me.<br />
<br />
Sincere apologies I send<br />
that secret still <br />
here at the end<br />
<br />
I cannot speak your name aloud;<br />
what we had lived<br />
beneath a cloud.Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-8295603111319654692010-06-12T11:25:00.000-05:002010-06-12T11:25:28.717-05:00PenuelI have been wrestling all night<br />
like Jacob with the angel<br />
looking for my advantage...<br />
<br />
and finding none,<br />
I am forfeit,<br />
but have refused to let go.<br />
<br />
Look... I have had a dream;<br />
not an ordinary dream...<br />
and the message was clear:<br />
I am not The One.<br />
<br />
I have been ordered<br />
to release you,<br />
because I am holding you back,<br />
and my work<br />
isn't about what I want,<br />
and never was.<br />
<br />
I have to wait,<br />
as I always have to wait,<br />
and you have already moved on,<br />
but my energy has you tagged<br />
by the ankle,<br />
an irritable bitch who won't be left behind.<br />
<br />
No. It is time<br />
and I have no cause to hurt you,<br />
else I could just trail you <br />
like a jealous plague,<br />
knowing always I was standing in your way.<br />
<br />
And I know it is sad,<br />
because I am sad saying it,<br />
writing it,<br />
even thinking it...<br />
but there it is, <br />
It<br />
It<br />
It<br />
and it won't go away.<br />
<br />
Trust me, I have wrestled its representative<br />
and found no weakness.<br />
I am not for you<br />
and I need to stop fighting<br />
before I break something<br />
important.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCmgIzdfjKqkj0e9CKY9ewYZVpeGacGxGUn_p_Lx5zJuaICLXzx2l-DtLEgZNV8K0Ul-wEvi0tKRp3HmbsUbaxJsaSBPLn5AujLCA8uNOtFoVt5NJ5k7T8CU4GBttMOWDOabP1E466g/s1600/Lutte_de_Jacob_avec_l'Ange.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCmgIzdfjKqkj0e9CKY9ewYZVpeGacGxGUn_p_Lx5zJuaICLXzx2l-DtLEgZNV8K0Ul-wEvi0tKRp3HmbsUbaxJsaSBPLn5AujLCA8uNOtFoVt5NJ5k7T8CU4GBttMOWDOabP1E466g/s320/Lutte_de_Jacob_avec_l'Ange.jpg" /></a></div>Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-61704340760873519112010-06-05T13:12:00.000-05:002010-06-05T13:12:13.536-05:00Heavy HeartWhen you lie down with a heavy heart<br />
Your dreams will take you nowhere<br />
Just around and around the same old circle<br />
A carousel of pain<br />
<br />
When you lie down with a heavy heart<br />
Your thoughts will crowd your hopes away<br />
Herding them into dark corners<br />
Where their glimmer is disguised<br />
<br />
When you lie down with a heavy heart<br />
You must cling to those sparking hopes<br />
Until you’re off the carousel<br />
And morning comes<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744589143870727786.post-47604797473741623662010-06-05T13:10:00.002-05:002010-06-05T13:10:36.230-05:00wordsyou ask me how I feel<br />
and I cannot answer you<br />
because I have forgotten<br />
in this fog<br />
what the words are<br />
and somehow<br />
they would seem inadequate<br />
if I could force them<br />
to my lips<br />
when I would rather kiss you<br />
<br />
why is it so important<br />
the vowels and consonants<br />
formed into images<br />
that might appear distorted<br />
from proximity<br />
<br />
allow me instead<br />
to reach into dark places<br />
with my tongue<br />
to speak with parts of me<br />
that seldom have a voice<br />
let me<br />
let me<br />
show you what I cannot say<br />
<br />
with your permission<br />
it will be enough<br />
<br />
RCGA, 2010Mizz Crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09866312509473056499noreply@blogger.com0