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Minding the Current

Minding the Current   Just beneath waters apparently still… lurks a tumultuous undertow waiting to wreak its havoc.   I live in this tranquil sometimes raging body of water, and I have had to learn to navigate its infrequent treacherousness in order to survive.     Copyright  2/6/2013 Dani Heart

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Promethean

Stark bold bright Against the page of my Soul it stands Out The bitter resentment and Anxious insecurity of Identity And recognition isn’t The simple cure I wanted distance, but The truth is I wanted distance from Above It wasn’t meant to be As close to hubris Or psychic surgery of the Soul It was inelegant Remedy of That bitch I used to call Karma

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The End.

Where do you go When you’re not here? Why do you cry, Tell me your fear? Can you not say it, Speak it loud, Face the demons And once more Be proud? I want to walk Where you fear to tread I want to taste Whatever’s your dread Life is for living, Not cowering somewhere Step out from the dark, Or is your sadness Too much to bear You are my friend, We are one Is it something That I have done? I had a dream, It almost came true But now it seems I’m losing you That is too much, I want you back,...

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Ode to Bicycle

Listen, someone got it all wrong. The arms and the hands have nothing to do with it. It is our feet, our legs that are our wings.

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Swelling

it starts like this rather slowly a gathering of small things   I can feel it rise in me this sad dance spacious in its refusal for closure   it is as if all sand gave way to water a great swelling   it leaves the way it came slowly rolling back revealing the newness   a place for birds to leave their tender footprints    

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Into the Fire

Into the Fire   I know why people are apathetic… because the pain of helplessness and futility is simply too much to bear.   better to navigate this plain in an altered state until we can make what ever kind of exit is possible.   Caring would require doing the hard work… facing challenges…being committed…. and getting your heart broken when you have to witness inhumanity.   I will choose the forging (every time!) and I will emerge a sword for justice!     copyright  1/3/2013 Dani Heart

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mantra lime

Tender twang Sweet tangy purple thigh fingers of lime blue navel arched eye Raven wrists flutter-by blueberry chest healed bow maple hump bony knee curved leg cherry toe flat lip beaded waist blazed neck angled chin carob face milked hip burgundy tip boysenberried-side carries babies high.. Twists with turns, oozed sting, lasting taste of lime at every place

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the birthdays, they come and go

the birthdays, they come and go   it blows in on the wind, late at night, alone stories they been told since before birth about a lost virgin with no place to lay down for a starry night in the desert land across many seas, even more years ago   the real story is there in the books, plain as day it was not the case, it was not even this time of year a rabbi may have been born in that time, but born a child of fornication, like all children are he was born a boy, but grew into a man, a rabbi...

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The Words

Itching to get out… fine hair stands on end at my neck..  (straight, curved, jilted and edged…spaced… crowded, bold and exclaimed lost before caught. Empty thought… fragmented lines.. incomplete lost sentences, black-outs and white-outs anxious and excited speechless and loud from cerebral hemispheres, to spine..to shoulders, to arms, elbows, wrist then fingers..Point. Type, stamp, click, tap, WRITE. The words..

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Sonoma County’s Finest

The fruit on the blackberry bush are shriveled and black. The gravel driveway has washed-away and then there is you. The gutters are clogged and falling-off the roof, Due to the weight of neglect, and then there is you.   There are a few broken panes that we covered with cardboard, To keep out the draft. And then there is me, Going over the bills at midnight while you are asleep. There is the two of us clinging to each other to conserve heat.   The beer bottles are piled-up around the kitchen sink. The screen doors are torn to shreds and wasting away. The...