Invisible Sun
December 19, 2008
My humanity’s skin
Fits me.
I am its strengths
Its weaknesses.
From a childhood
Of secrets,
Being good,
Invisible, the good girl-
Comes this ability-
To see and hear,
To not be seen,
To be the observer.
Yet, in the hidden
Corners lies danger.
The soul risks slow submersion
When hidden in the dark.
When the good girl
Becomes the grounding,
The listener, the receiver,
Obscured from the light,
Death begins its
Slow creep.
Innocuously, like
Mitosis, splitting
The self from
Self, light, and air.
It is insidious and
It is death.
She becomes a secret.
She becomes the lie.
She becomes others lies.
She becomes invisible.
Turning towards the
Dungeon’s door,
The tearing of tectonic
Magnitude, she walks away,
Into the light.
kimsmith
Dancing in the Sunshine
Exhaling
December 19, 2008
So ugly,
You were beautiful
In your elegant stubbornness;
Your life gift
Sitting on the porch
I rocked you in my arms;
The prairie house
Held us in the
Big sky.
The cornfield,
Harvested, stubbled,
Enchanted as the
Ladybugs swarmed
The only moment
Of distress, the prick
Of the needle-
Irritated you.
So, I told
You stories of
Being a baby
About shots myself.
I told you love.
I told you goodbye.
I told you, it is okay.
And, you knew.
So, we rocked
As we
Exhaled
In
Love.
kimsmith
Prince of Darkness
November 10, 2008
Steven Gelberg
Prince Of Darkness
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
I don’t know when I noticed life was life at my expense
The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence
The dreams came in like needy children tugging at my sleeve
I said I have no way of feeding you, so leave
But there was a time I asked my father for a dollar
And he gave it a ten dollar raise
When I needed my mother and I called her
She stayed with me for days
And now someone’s on the telephone, desperate in his pain
Someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
But I tried to make this place my place
I asked for Providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
But I’ll tell you
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(By grace, my sight grows stronger and I will not
be a pawn for the Prince of Darkness any longer)
Maybe there’s no haven in this world for tender age
My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
My greatest hope my greatest cause to grieve
And my heart flew from its cage and it bled upon my sleeve
The cries of passion were like wounds that needed healing
I couldn’t hear them for the thunder
I was half the naked distance between hell and heaven’s ceiling
And he almost pulled me under
Now someone’s on the telephone desperate in his pain
Someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
I tried to make this place my place
I asked for Providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
But I’ll tell you
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance I do not catch of spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(By grace my sight grows stronger, grows stronger)
I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
(And I will not be a pawn for the Prince of Darkness any longer)
I am going to sing this song in my sleep. I am going to see the sun. I am going to let pain flow through. I am going to be free with privacy but relieve myself of secrets. I will no longer be a secret. I will be.
Kim
Stationery
October 22, 2008
Accordionist For Alpine Wedding Riffleber Switzerland
The
moon did not become the sun.
It
just fell on the desert
in
great sheets, reams
of
silver handmade by you.
The
night is your cottage industry now,
the
day is your brisk emporium.
The
world is full of paper.
Write
to me.
Agha
Shahid Ali
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
October 22, 2008
John Running Salina Old Farmhouse Northern Arizona Salina
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Pablo Neruda
Making a Statement David J Nightingale
Search
March 2, 2008
Fountain Stanford University SF Bay Area California
I search
For my
Face
In front
The Mirror
As it
Was
Behind
Me
Then
Beside
Me
Also
Is this
Searching
Belongings,
Not the
Act,
Being
Is this
Moments
Action
In a
Water Drop
kimsmith
Expect Nothing
February 15, 2008
Khuki
expect nothing. live frugally
on surprise.
become a stranger
to need of pity
or, if compassion be freely
given out
take only enough
stop short of urge to plead
then purge away the need.
wish for nothing larger
than your own small heart
or greater than a star,
tame wild disappointment
with caress unmoved and cold
make of it a parka
for your soul.
discover the reason why
so tiny human midget
exists at all
so scared unwise
but expect nothing. live frugally
on surprise.
Alice Walker
Stranger
February 11, 2008
Darek Banisek
Image19
Our strangers
Dance their masks,
Swaying at the ball as
Drummers beat out
Secrets.
This self’s enigma-
Inhalation, faith,
Clarity, confusion-
Speaks loves mystery.
We wander in what is left…
Quivering in places~
Choices, walking blind
In the living fog,
Hearing the voices sigh:
Be
Action
Grasps
Towards
What is not
What never was
What never will
Be.
See.
kimsmith
Restrictions
Announcements!
November 18, 2007
Steven Gelberg has books and I want to share the link in case you are interested or are pondering how to find your way to my heart buy getting me one!
And! Anwar has been busy boy. (I know, but I have a thing for alliteration!)
So, if you are in Paris stop by or if you feel like wooing me buy me a plane ticket to Paris!
May I have the pleasure of your company at the next three of
My film projections at Musee Guimet in Paris .
The details are highlighted in the Joint-file.
I would also love to invite you at the opening ceremony
Of my solo exhibition of photography “ VISIONS & LIGHTS”
At the reception hall of Hospital Avicenne at Bobigny
On 13th December at 6.00 pm.
Sincerely yours
ANWAR HOSSAIN
Photographer – Cinematographer
46 RUE DE PARIS, 93260 LES LILAS, FRANCE
Tel: +33(0)1.4362.7784. raadheet@hotmail.com
http://anwarpix.com/.. http://anwarimage.com/
Photos from Anwar and Steven to cue your memory!
(Watching and Seeing)
Children
November 18, 2007
A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he’d found a cat. She asked him if it was dead or alive.
“Dead.” she was informed.
“How do you know?” she asked her pupil.
“Because I pissed in its ear and it didn’t move” answered the child innocently.
“You did WHAT?!?” the teacher exclaimed in surprise.
“You know”, explained the boy, “I leaned over and went ‘Pssst!’ and it didn’t move.”
From: Wedding Photos
