Monthly Archives: January 2011

Found

Everyone begins with innocence and confetti then

We get trapped in a whirlwind

Of growing

Up we can taste it

Lust giving way to temptation

Forbidden yellow accessories

People learn that being sexy

Is a timeless novel

As girls we learn these things

Learn to work towards a concept

A word that is a vision

A vision in red

Always the most sensual

Maybe with lace?

And taunting frills

Even if it is the red stripe in a knitted ski cap

Sexy is timeless

Timeliness is masculine

It all comes

Circling back around

To tie together what is

Found in the crevices of a home baked good

Romance

The adrenaline of feeling

Pretty

And

Pink

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Above

Let Bold ones lead

Let the Weak believe

Let Lovers keep faith

Let Blind ones see


Wonder

Life isn’t all it seems

Things are different than I dreamed

I lose my way then ask the sun

It always answers with a beam


Humanism

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer
And the holy priests they sit and watch
And preach and preach
But no one listens because it’s them
Who are the scared ones
They’re afraid to participate and afraid of the world
And afraid of what it may feel like to live
Because this kind of freedom is untamed and wild
To feel, to let go and letting go well,
There’s no telling where we’d end up
We’d procreate and think and speak and make and do
And sabotage

So which is really right or wrong or innocent or corrupt?
The ones who reign and watch and legislate
Or those hedonists who shake all the apples
Off our trees and eat them and share them
And whisper evil nothings that cause little evil worms
To crawl through our little evil ears?
And we search for immortality
Not realizing it cannot be touched
It simply is-
In art, in literature, in sex
Promiscuity with eloquence at its finest
the Here is mortality

Judgment day yielded us an Arc
With one way in and one way out
And one way up if you can see that far
Salvation all around us for us to dip our toes into
But we couldn’t just yet…
Not until we’ve drank our fill and spilled the rum
Because suddenly Mohammed is wrestling Christ
Did you watch the fight?

and they sit and watch
knowing they’re going to heaven as we fall down to hell
even though crimes of the congregation are worse
than those of the infidels
we say nothing, still,
hoping fear will dissipate to faith
will dissipate to salvation
will dissipate to bullshit
it’s the unheard voice who screams loudest in agony
and his words are translated to silent weeping
with no vocabulary to supplement

And the riots
They may continue whirling back and around
Yet, with no stalling of motion
No one stops to say we’re back where we started,
Look guys, we’re back where we started
How did we get here?
And why?
And the rich get richer while the poor get poorer
And the holy priests they sit and watch


Thoughts Per Diem: The Importance of Dance

As there is far too much to be said of the importance of dance, we are left with one last choice. And oftentimes, it is precisely when there is far too much to be said of the importance of something which forces us towards a different medium for communication. When words simply cannot express an emotion or an idea with accuracy, we dance. Dance is the voice of the suppressed: suppressed voices, suppressed emotions, suppressed ideas, suppressed identities. When our vocals fail or betray us our bodies will speak. When our voices cannot project far enough to express the contagion of happiness, when our pain cannot be molded into syllables, we dance.

Essentially, dance is birthed during the absence or rejection of vocal communication. Any person blind, deaf, or dumb may dance. In the darkness and in the stillness once can dance. In the rain, sleet, snow and sunshine one can dance and even when there is utter, daunting stillness, one may always dance. As the truest, most sincere form of communication, our bodies are a vehicle, and sometimes a weapon, of ferocious expression. Bodies will express things that are too vulnerable or too biased to communicate in terms.

This form of physical art displays upon our body what our subconscious feels, for all to see. A dancer is able to present themselves and their circumstances naturally and unabashedly. Movement combined with purpose and emotion resonates louder than any decibel known to man. We find a form of freedom, release and purification from the confines of our minds often clouded over with thoughts too explicit for language. Instinctively then, our bodies default to its own language; lyricism understood by individuals in all societies, from all demographics.

Beyond all promotion of the art, dance is necessary to the well being of our mental and physical health. Without physical release and satisfaction of communication portrayed through dance, there would be no personal freedom to be gained in this world. And there is nothing as important as political and economical freedom than our own personal freedom; the freedom of our bodies from the prisons of our heads and inner demons, and the freedom of our bodies from unseen, unwritten chains of society. To understand the importance of dance, one can find it in one place only: in the dance itself. And to quote the brilliance of another artist, Shakespeare did believe that all the world’s a stage.


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