A Memory Dream

To Da (the three year-old name I gave him)

 

A Memory Dream

 

I dreamt of you last night

I once wrote that your hands are what I would remember…

I dreamt not of a memory we shared

But a memory dream it was

The kind that draws attention to an internal hole, a missing soul leaves behind

 

I dreamt of you last night, not your hands

A memory dream

A memory that we never shared but an emotion in a familiar place

A song,  a voice of an instrument – human and not

But a memory in dream form all the same

I dreamt of you last night and an emotion that we shared…

 

I dreamt of you last night

Of your passion that could, if you permit it, expose your youthful heart

A memory dream of your passion for song of voices harmonizing in life

A memory dream of living creation – a song, a voice, a vocal release.

But a memory of a shared wide awake dream

I dreamt of you last night and of our shared passion for creating

 

I dreamt of you last night and our unrecognized passion

A memory dream that draws attention to a void

A memory dream that does not leave one empty

But rather a memory that reminds the dreamer the void was never there

I dreamt of you last night and found you resided in my dreams

 

I thought I would remember your hands

But I was wrong I remember your heart

 

Monday’s Poem

The Miracles of Love

 

The miracles of love take many forms:
Like passion shared by lovers
Like apprehension shared by friends
Like concern shared by parents

We walk across this land
Strong with purpose
Yet we are ignorant

We all walk across the earth
As if its sole design was for our individual needs
Thus we feel alone

The miracles of love take many forms:
Like living with less so that others can live
Like leading by example instead of ruling by oppression
Like fighting for the rights of others despite disagreement

We walk across this land
Strong with purpose
Yet we are vulnerable

We all walk across the earth
As if our own ideals and values should apply to others
Thus we are blind to our own coercion

The miracles of love take many forms:
Like appreciation not tolerance
Like support not judgment
Like forgiveness not blindness

We walk across this land
Strong with purpose
Yet we neglect

We all walk across the earth
As if our purpose is the only justification
Thus we are susceptible to our flaws

The miracles of love take many forms:
Like the acknowledgment that we all need approval
Like the determination that we all need substance
Like the recognition that we all share in life

We walk across this land
Strong with purpose
Yet we are fragile

We all walk across the earth
As if we have not a care in the world
Thus we forget to care for one another

The miracles of love take many forms:
This is why we must share passion for each other
This is why we must appreciate each other
This is why we must be concerned for each other

Thus the miracle of love will be the peace we find with each other


Response Poem

Summer 2009

2009 What a year we thought it would be,
New president
New hope,
Awareness of diverse abilities yet…

2009
What a year it could have been.
It is like a birthday, I guess another year has passed
but do we feel any different from last year?
Do we act any different than we did last year?

2009
Education undervalued and underfunded.
Libraries under threat from ignorance,
Children kicked out of pools because of the color of their skin
Graves of love ones turned to mass graves to make a profit.

2009
What a year it could have been.
Not only have we not learned to value knowledge
We have not learned to value life.

2009
We know how to dine
but we are not fine.

Hello world

As Tony Robbins would say “today is someday.” Meaning that we put things off saying someday I will get to it. Well world…today is my someday.

I sit here in my not so quiet rage disturbed by the hatred and disrespect that we as human beings seem to share for each other. Today is the day is my “someday.” Fear has always gripped at my hands stifling my voice. But I will no longer by silenced by my fears that my words are not good enough. I will no longer be afraid to speak the emotion that I feel. Life is short and in my opinion we spend far to much of our short lives speaking ill, participating in mean humor, and hurting or worse killing each other.

You may ask… if you find this blog floating around in cyberspace…Why now?…What of all of the horrible things that have happened since her birth why now does she speak?

Well to be completely honest it was not one event. Rather it was the build-up. The build-up of anger, of frustration, of disappointment in me, in you, in all of us that make up the society that I live in as well as the global society that we all live in.

Yes there was an event that happened today that provoked my action. To use the expression “the straw that broke the camel’s back” it was the news stories on the Nightly News (NBC) [7-9-09] that broke my heart. Again it was not just tonight’s stories but they were the last straw my quiet soul could take.

Why now… because I expect more. I expect more from myself. I expect more from my society. I expect more nation. I expect more from the world. I expect more from you, from us.

HINT:The division of us/them is unachievable, unhelpful, and suicidal . Until we recognize that the us/them organization of the world is disastrous, we will never be whole as a species.

So do not mistake this anger, this frustration, this disappointment as a war of words. It is my plea for humanity to wake-up. To do better. To behave better. After all in societies we count on each other to play by the rules that is why we set boundaries. These boundaries are set to build trust but not to strip the basic ideals of freedom away from each other.

Whether you are rich or poor or any income bracket in between. Whether you are black or white or any spectrum of color in between, I hope you read this blog.It will not be perfect. I am not perfect. But I am passionate that the world we live in would be a better place if we all practiced showing each other more respect and valued human life a little more.