
29 April 2009
I Must Be Old...

28 April 2009
The Same Knife
Are you conscious
of what you are doing
as you walk along in life
through the haze
little purple days
that stretch like a cat
or coil like a snake.
And it is the same knife
that killed you when you were down
as that struck you while you were up.
In the passing light
Apollo's chariot might
drift into my mind
drenching it with thoughts
running wild through my brain
until drowsy sleep
takes ahold of them.
And it is the same knife
that killed you when you were down
as that struck you while you were up.
And if you scream,
oh, I wish you would
let a little bit of pain
creep into that skin
I won't be there
I will let you feel it
all the way through your toes.
And it is the same knife
that killed you when you were down
as that struck you while you were up.
of what you are doing
as you walk along in life
through the haze
little purple days
that stretch like a cat
or coil like a snake.
And it is the same knife
that killed you when you were down
as that struck you while you were up.
In the passing light
Apollo's chariot might
drift into my mind
drenching it with thoughts
running wild through my brain
until drowsy sleep
takes ahold of them.
And it is the same knife
that killed you when you were down
as that struck you while you were up.
And if you scream,
oh, I wish you would
let a little bit of pain
creep into that skin
I won't be there
I will let you feel it
all the way through your toes.
And it is the same knife
that killed you when you were down
as that struck you while you were up.
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credit: The Sartorialist
01 April 2009
Phenomal Woman

by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size.
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
[One of my favorite poems]
photo: Chadwick Tyler
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