Sunday, January 30, 2011

Spirituality 2


The agnostic pigeon?

There was this pigeon with no religion
And he didn’t have much to say
And sometimes he envied the pigeons with faith,
Cause they seemed so filled with style and grace.
With strength and security and honest maturity.
With direction and meaning, they didn’t stress about spring cleaning.
But rather they doted on the life here after,
They had peace and no curiosity about that super high rafter.
Still somehow he couldn’t buy into it all
And questioning them was like engaging a wall.
So fed up one day this pigeon flew away. 
He flew so far to a place you couldn’t get to with even a car!
Who knows what he did while he was gone
But when he came back it was like a civilization dawn.
He’d turned white as light.
And had clearly lost his itchy plight.
He was no longer annoyed didn’t feel the need to question
He’d just relaxed under some NEW direction.
Maybe he’d touched the sun?  did what the poor sparrow couldn’t.
Maybe he’d finally found god, found answers to all the shoulds and shouldn’ts.
All were in awe of his new self.
It seemed a vision of spiritual wealth!
An embodiement of good…an embodiment of clean, an embodiment of everything extraordinary and serene.
I still wonder to this day what the pigeon was doing
I wonder how he changed so much to stop all his poo pooing.
And when he was interviewed the day after last
A fear took hold of me inappropriately fast
For he claimed he didn’t now, nor never believed
And I was kind of shocked to see I felt utterly relieved.
See, I never really waxed hard on what it was that I actually thought
And now I’m scared I’ll need to fly away and question what I’ve been taught.

me hugging the agnostic pigeon. clearly.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Public Transportation and Spirituality:

Subway

Millions of people have sat where I sit.
Millions of people all dimly lit
I wonder if there’s some cosmic design
To where I have sat…our communal behind.

pretty sure this cat knows the answer...
pretty sure cats were gods in ancient egypt...
feeling very tom robbins right now...
aw man! remember when all we all read was tom robbins!? 
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

brain reverts to 6th grade poetry, i still like it.


Have you had this nightmare? It freakin' BLOWS

I’ve got to get out of here
I yell and screech and scream
But I can’t really hear myself
I’m a walking breathing dream
I try to pinch arm for safety
I bang on locked and bolted doors
But I’m irrationally stuck
My feet can’t leave the floors
My body separates
into shattered broken glass
The pieces look like jewelry
but the gold has turned to brass
My heart aches from the inside out
It’s a sore and battered bruise
there’s a sharp and keen awareness
An encroaching finish line with a sign that says, “you lose”
I’m desparate now for my alarm
This can’t be real, I sense it
But the way out is eclipsed to me
It’s a middle of the night suspense hit
I pray for my positive living nature
to sway this nasty part of my head
that finally something auspicious
Will help me feel safe again in bed.
Though possibly this is where
The violence in me lurks
It’s only in my REM
Does the devil get her perks.
And thus in this restless sleeping state
I’m reminded that waking life, in fact, is heaven
That this horrible reality will at long last end
when my alarm admits it’s seven.
I’ll be grateful for my yoga class
I’ll be grateful for my sassy awesome gig
I’ll feel inspired by the sunlight
I’ll dance a stupid god bless coffee jig
My costumes will be awesome
My lines will all be learned
And I will be loved and everyloving
This dream forever will be burned.

Addendum:
So since the night will come again
And so it doesn’t haunt me
I wrote it down so it’s in the past
my subconscious can't continue to taunt me.
I feel like I’ve won this battle
With my hellish inner brain
But now all I want to do is sleep all day
Bad dreams traded for amazing dream cocaine.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Dani Rules

She-ra’s dilemma
the woes of being the princess of power…


Oh the strain, the weight the utter annoyance,
Of having such innate, acute and cunning clairvoyance,
I always know when something’s amiss
Cause I hear SOS! like a a serpentile hiss
It comes to me fast and shocks me every time
That something’s awry, there’s been some kind of crime.
And then I’ll have to fly off and deal
Instead of eating my piping hot meal.
I’ll don my new cat suit, my choice hero outfit,
Cause that’s how they dreamt it and that’s how they like it.
And when alls said and done with the stealth of a mime,
I’ll feel pretty good that I came just in time.
…And then I’ll feel guilty, having been so irate.
Intuitions a gift, not a terrible fate.
So maybe I won’t get the last cheesestick at chilis,
But return to my “life” like a mili vanili.*
But still it’s aggravating being ever interrupted.
Maybe that’s why power is so oftly corrupted.
We tend to spite what we’re meant to help out
If we have no us time to idle about.
But how does one change their wacked out routine
When a rescuer’s schedule is perpetually unseen.
It’s not like these victims’ deliberately started this fad
Of being abducted during every first date I ever had!


Danielle.
(cause i'm pretty sure my cousin is a super-hero.)

*milli vanilli were popstars in the 80s who, as it turns out, were lip synching all their awesome music...remember "blame it on the rain...yeah yeah..."

my theoretical picture book will have to be a picture of a hot girl explaining to her hot date that something just came up...maybe the superhero outfit is poking out of her bag.

Monday, January 3, 2011

TV Zombie


Guilty Pleasure

Tv is so asinine, 
it’s so completely vain,
it makes me pull my hair out
and slightly go insane
cause most of it is stupid
it’s hypnotic anti think
but I absolutely love it
it’s my own neuro shrinking drink. 



in my theoretical picture book, I will have a drawing of a man hugging a television....or a man walking into tv addicts anonymous...hmmm