on this ens it's mostly black and red and a little pink

hey !! what's a little pink?

well i am only allowed to post from the new site soooooooooooooooooo i guess we have cleaned our karmic past!!!!!!!!!!


whoot!!

well maybe that got her to look but i dont think she can read anymore...lmao

walter put the crak pipe away and stick to add alcohol....nobody wants your nuts i PROMISE


lol

so do i...who's gonna ship all these diaries when we move!!!???

argh!!

yellowstone

belushi's in the travel thread...lmao

mosies along towards the current events...lookin like she's goin to a poetry reading...la teee dah tee dah tee laaaa

hey we should take wet pic and post those....howz that for banality and bordom!!!?

wakey wakey did that shake it up?/ lmao

forgot the caps were on lol

OH YEA HE' IS MAYBE LIKE THOSE SEAHORSE CREATURES OR SEA MONKEYS...YOU JUST ADD WATER AND THEY MORPH




COME TO THINK OF IT ...LOTS OF THINGS MORPH WHEN WET!


LOL

why did scotty miss you gypsy???

tell the diary EEEEVERYTHINK

omlog (oh my lack of god)

not current events!! oh no!!! oh no !!! oh no !!!!

coffee and a room of sunshine...hey ladies..wut up?

and the force of spring rendering the ground
THROWS all the crumbled earth to the wind
and we stand trrrrrrembling and fresh
but older than all the juju that was ever spoken!!!!!
i lingered in the world, seduced by the beauty
by the annunciation of wonderful events,
i go thru life with idealistic and fated eyes
carrying within me the music of a lovely and tragic mythology.
my mouth utters an obscure prophesy
my mind invaded by the future
i am a strange one with half of me always in the spirit world

i cross bridges and touch tears
i enter secret longings and sooth an unsettled sleep
i hear you breathing everywhere
and i am there

warming your feet,
in the steam of your coffee
the sweat on your brow

the dirt in your fingernails the blood on your skirt
how many times will i go thru this gateway?
i chose again to stay
to come home to the smell of your scent on my pillow
i want to taste this world
to feel it to know it
to suffer it to love it
to make a valuable contribution to it
to have that sublime mood of eternity in me
as i live the life that comes

but i sometimes think
it was your face that made me want to stay.....

i wanted to make happy the bruised spirit of the women that would become
my dearest friends


oya

thanks guys
abra...i have been reading you for years
your compliment is greatly appreciated

but for the stories of women....
we keep the memories and the records
we sing our mother's songs to our granchildren
we wail our sorrows in ancient harmonies

we sob,and weep with anguish when we lose a child
all of us, no matter where, even if we believe his spirit flies home
we are shattered, our human heart is broken

my heart is not my heart!!
i gave it away
to a little girl that finally ate
the food from my hand, grabbed my finger
and lived
and the hundreds of women that prepared food with me in the camps
as their villages burned
and the smoke was still
in our eyes
weeping with onions
and the dust of our loved ones in our mouths
our tears salted the aubergine
roasting
to the courage and tenacity of my people
my people that live in every face i treat
every hand i take in mine
to every need i was able to meet
i gave my heart
and felt the pulse
fusion
who's heart do i feel?
if my heart is your heart then i will feel you
you
are mine as breath
as it disolves
i shatter again
when your children run into my arms
when we cover their faces
when i am called away
when i long to be near
i will never forget
why we find each other here
to know the depth and power
of love like this


then shatter me again
and spill my blood with yours
that we will be mothers
against violence
and tell our stories and
write our herstory
and feed our children
life rather than greed
kindness rather than cruelty
respect rather than discrimination
forgiveness rather than revenge
inspiration rather than dogma
knowledge rather than marketed propaganda
social consciousness rather than racism
human rights rather than capitalism& politics [as we know them]
the joy of generosity
when our smiles greet
eyes remember
i am yours

sweet dreams lady


xxxxxx