Stick 293 - Melted Puddles

Melted Puddles

Did you know
that mud can melt
that around that melted mud
blackness will ooze 
through a very dark seemingly timeless bruise

Stick 292 - Laced in another Space

Laced in another Space

My baby girl
i awake now missing you
backwards forwards upwards and downwards

My baby bundle
i listen now to empty rooms
where your laughter play hide and seek

My baby darling
i feel the tears sting my eyes as they echo the ocean spray
when i recall your heartache moments and your always-walking-tall

My baby rebel
i sit upright as i celebrate your feminine strength
and know you always stand for what's right

My baby sweetheart
i wish for you a life of thrills and adventure
filled with happiness as you live the true you that make you the beautiful trueyou

Stick 291 - Always

Always...

I have always....
walked as one
talked as some
created as a million and one

I have always...
imagined so real and realised the not yet real
dreamt in colour crayons dipped in vivid ink stains
about death, destruction, murders laced with loving and living to belong

I have always...
believed all of this here on earth, frayed and fragile
sprout unexpected desert flowers perfumed with aromas strong and free and true

Stick 290 - Spider Leg Wishes

Spider Leg Wishes

The silver coating was being melted in a pot of hope
The aweful memories melted and mixed to create impure spots

The copper caught the dawn sunray as it crept past the shoreline
The churn of past hurt, dark and brown soaked in woodchips on forest floor blues

The clay moulded in unwashed hands, seeking forgiveness and pleading in faith
The bloodletting unbelievably refreshingly relieving and true and real

The spider web strong when winds of change pregnate an unsuspecting earth
The satin silk hindsight strengthen as wind blow through gaps towards new birth

Stick 289 - Pepper Threads

Pepper Threads

Odd
Unalike
Different
Disparate
Dissimilar
Seperate
Unassociated

Not from here
Not from should
Not from pain
Not from any specific frame
Not from defined
Nor from supposed to
Not from even numbers

Art
Heart
Ascending
Angelic
Afterward
Connected
Solitude

Stick 288 - Piano G Cord

Piano G Cord

Dizzy Blind
Happy as I drink everything loving and kind

Fingers Dance
Cords of soothing sounds stroke salvation

Crescendo Begging
Deep voice timber female thinking

Round Found
Hungry rowing accross notes of black and white

Inbetween UpandDown
Sound of a future acceptance by grand design

Stick 287 - White Sheet Ending

White Sheet Ending

under the sheet
white as snow sleet
lie what was
a body lifeless at last

Stick 286 - That BE=ing Feeling

That BE=ing Feeling

Sunflower heads turn to the sun
I love to copy their look of awe
I love the feeling of being and belong

Elephant baby's play and run
I love the trill and excitement as games make me bubble and flow
I love the feeling of being and belong

Oil paintings glow when they catch the light
I love the soft wet in the corner of a human eye when empathy turns away the night
I love the feeling of being and belong

Easels cradle canvasses of delight
I love the colours that melt and move and hum along
I love the feeling of being and belong

Stick 285 - Mayan Calendar of Us

Mayan Calendar of Us

in the high mountains, in the white fog
between the many rocks arched into the high grey sky
i found the mayan calendar,
memory of our ancient modern time

Nineteen months in each every new year
18 times 20 plus 1 times 5
i search for your month but it doesn't make sense
i crave for your symbol but it seems to be nowhere

My hands cup the stone cold hub of a clock so old and a clock so new
My heart beats fast as my breath echo over planes ever last
I realise now that our time was forgotten in the quarter never added to the 365
We became the lost time in the wheel of the circles of the lives of the past

Stick 284 - To Stir the Sea

To Stir the Sea

Inside my soul, in the deepest behind the all
lies an ocean vast with ever changing and ever exploring

My ocean ebbs and flows and when it's Springtide my romantic notions grow
and the seaweed plays with my hair as I turn my face into the salty water wind

In the limestone caves of the crevices and creeks
live the memories of all my loves, likes and longings

The sounds of my ocean echo the desire to wash away all pain
and in the bubbles of little seahorses I see miracle reflections and gain

Inside my soul, in the deepest behind it all
lies an ocean vast with ever hope and ever inspirational waves of drops

Stick 283 - Filled with Family

Filled with Family

I look around and see all your smiles
my Family fills me with so much Joy

I look around and see how you all hold your own
my Family fills me with so much Pride

I look around me and hear how you debate
my Family cares about a world and its fate

I look around and see my grandson
my Family nurtures with passion so we all know we belong

I look around and see my baby grandson
my Family laughs as our baby employs twinkling and teasing 

I see you all and I thank my lord
I am blessed for I am surrounded with a love greater than all

Stick 282 - Siev X Tradegy - Your eyes Amal

SIEV-X Tradegy 

Dedicated to Amal  Hassan Basry- Born 1952 -Passed 2006

CNN October 22, 2001 Posted: 8:24 PM EDT (0024 GMT)X-URL:www.cnn.com/2001/WORLD/asiapcf/southeast/10/22/
migrant.ships.sinking/
GENEVA, Switzerland (CNN) -- A boat carrying 400 migrants sank in the Java Sea Friday night, and all but 44 of the passengers are believed to have drowned, the International Organization for Migration said here Monday. Spokesman Jean-Philippe Chauzy said the boat left Java last Thursday morning with 421 people aboard. He said 21 people demanded to be let off and were left on an island. Later, he said, the captain radioed that the engine had failed and the boat was sinking. He quoted survivors as saying that the boat went down quickly, and that they were picked up Saturday morning by local fishermen. Chauzy said the ultimate destination of the boat was unknown but migrants frequently use such voyages as a way of reaching Australia. He said most of the passengers were Iraqis but there were also Iranians, Palestinians, and Algerians on board. Every year thousands of migrants pass through the waters of southeast Asia in their search for better lives. Many who leave Indonesia head for Australia. In August a Norwegian freighter rescued more than 400 people from a sinking Indonesian ferry off the coast of Christmas Island. Australia refused entry to the asylum seekers and they were eventually sent to New Zealand and to the remote Pacific island of Nauru.

 

Your eyes Amal

 

Your eyes Amal

Your eyes keep seeing

Your eyes Amal

Your eyes drown all normal thinking

I see your beautiful dimpled smile as you describe your Australian Paradise

I see you remember the children dreaming

I see you remember their fears and screaming

I see your lonely eyes reflect their water dying

We know you spoke for all of them

We know your heart was pure and sunshine round

We know you now hold each little hand, as you hug their parents all around

We know you light the heaven sky, and we hope your eyes no longer cry 

 

 

Stick 281 - Sea Salt Pier

Sea Salt Pier

the lamps flickered
on pier five
a storm was clearly brewing
and only some sea birds knew what was to come

the stains of octupus ink
created physchological patterns to test the visitor's mood
the violent death and valient fight to the end
now a silent ink blot on pier 5's fisherman's end

in the distance, but the bend in the pier sat 5 snow white seabirds,
innocent from far away
but up close a vibe of nervousness
about the approaching lightining flashes in the sea sky

deep down in the black oil water
a movement caught my weary eye
it was the shape of a large predator
of a ocean far reaching in its depths and belows

i watched as the shape hovered as if to wait
and then it realised
i do not mind the storm, i do not mind the cold,
i do not mind the rivers of rain that down my body drain

Stick 280 - Breaking Waves Limestone Caves

Breaking Waves and Limestone Caves

two figures walk the path
one from the north-west and one from the south-east
they both hear the roar before the breaking waves
they both smile as the waves crash
with thunderous laughter into the limestone caves

two figures pass each other
as always at that time of evening dusk
every time the absence of conversation brings untold joy
never after passing do they turn around, well that is what they both believe
they both watch the silver brim of the wave crests in the early evening moon

two figures pass each other
they chatter and still in their minds eye,
they create meetings of untold fantasy adventure in moments of passing by
as they pass with purely a small nod-smile
as the scuplture of the limestone caves change before their very connected seperate eyes

Stick 279 - ...and then she said it

...and then she said it

it came out of the purple blue
she named what we all knew was true
her words were laced with regret
as she felt the words diminish the prison of self neglect

what she said was not for the fainthearted
it showed the raw grinding hurt of what we only imagined
and we only imagined but a splinter of that fateful awful night
when childhood ceased and was replaced by fright

we salute her for uncovering the memory hold
she seems at peace and we now deal with what stiches came loose
from the garment sewed in a moment of manic wrong
we replace the threads in colour coded order

....and imagine her new happy colourful border

Stick 278 - Yemen

Yemen

Beauty paving golden streets
Nations vied to enjoy a piece
All have left and in their wake
lies the Yemen confused in a chaotic state

Chaos twirls in a dance with human spirit
intricate paisley starlit designs
curled in nonperfect circle minds
when nature curve to lead to what will be

White bright inkdrops of life lived to the full
fall on exquisite silk fabric 
as animals trod on brown dust cobbled chaos
and storms swirl behind veiled burkas  and tears dance with fears

Beauty now lay hidden
Women try to wash in the river
but the river is filled with poluted male power games
and the new Yemen life is no longer in a stunning gilded frame

Stick 277 - Stoic

Stoic
Defined as a person who can endure pain
or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.

So here we are
here you are
here it is

we do not speak
you look for signs as you stir your drink
i steady my glass

my composure holds me together
i look down and notice one of my blouse buttons
are half done, but I still my hands and do not move

your mouth moves as it tries to explain
the dreadful moment when it all fell apart
when the blood stormed into the floodgates of my ripped apart torn heart

Stick 276 - Fragments of Let me Stay

Fragments of Let me Stay

while the crows
greet the australian morning haze
while golden honey
drizzle greets the oats in my bowl

i see fragments
of what would have made me stay

while happy couples
greet each other in airport lounges all over earth
while sweethearts
say hallo and goodbye with a nuzzle and a snuggle

i see fragments
of what would have made me stay

while summer sun
stroke lazy bodies next to shimmering pool
while two partners
turn to each other to smile a here-we-are-hallo

i see fragments
of what would have made me stay

Stick 275 - Sunset Wind

Sunset Wind

I see the silouette of your branches
etched with solemn pride
against the grey orange desert sky

I see the dark lines of things buried deep
of the hurts and the lows
and that which we decided should remain asleep

I watch light clouds of questions float by
of those who yearn to be enlightened
and not the truth to be denied

I wonder whether nature
always deem secrets to be a festering harm
and whether keeping them is just a waiting alarm

I hope the secrets that I keep
 will be for the best and the better
of those I believe I need to protect

Stick 274 - Resurrection

Resurrection

Submission cannot be
Submission led to the dread and unbearable that you silently bear

I read your stories through every night
I read your hurt before the break of dawn
I recoil from what you live through
I reject that this is how it has always been

Where are these faceless men
Where do they hide today
Is it only by slavery and objectification
that these men can see their worldly way

When I was still a little girl
I believed that men were heroes in heart and soul
I believed they inspire and lead
I sadden at what I now so often see

I cannot say that I will for you pray
as I read that you all pray five times a day
I believe that voices must become loud
I believe our outrage will become the moving crowd

I hear your silent cry
I feel your head lifted in pleading fashion to the sky
I taste your salty tears
I embrace you from afar and hope to soothe your fears

Resurrect from this archaic system
Resurrect to be and become
Resurrect to fight those who oppose
the right of women to be and belong

Stick 273 - Pebbles in my Gemstones

Pebbles in my Gemstones

Scratched on the earth
in pine needles and leaves of yester year's birth
inbetween the possibly never to be seen
lay an exquisite pebble

The blue lines
reminded me of things so precious and devine
reminded me to be thankful for what I have and what is
reminded me to not dwell on what could not be

The gem warmth
testimony to the beautiful red pebble heart
foretold of that which is unique
foretold of a depth of a soul of old
foretold of gems that from acceptance pebbles always grow

Stick 272 - Half Moon

Half Moon

Not the full moon
Not clear at all
Not the sum of all
Not the crown prince on a pedestal 

As I stare up into the half moon sky
I know I must wait
for time will fill the darkened side of the half secret moon
and tell what the other half has in story and store
and whether it will be less or so much and surprisingly more

As I stare at the blinding light
of the half that is clear in its delight
time boldly declares all the past it has known
it points to when I thought it was too slow
and when I impatiently tried to colour the dark side in
with crayons in time made all of my own

I realise
it is when the half moon wait
is accepted and appreciated
that the full moon no longer holds the power
to disappoint or frustrate or delay my joyous state

Stick 271 - Here you Are

Here you Are

You're warm
I feel you as you spooned behind my back

You're smiling
I taste your possible kiss in the nook of my neck

You're wanting
I hear your breath quicken ever so slightly

You're listening
I rejoice as my heart chatters excitedly forever

You're inhaling
I catch the soft sound you make
when the smell of my hair lets the now overtake the when and where

Stick 270 - Aloof

 

Aloof

 

withdrawn to draw in

reserved when questions come

detached when touched and spoken to

 

vast freeness

endless wideness

unending wilderness

 

 

 

 

Stick 269 - Feelings Gauge

Feelings Gauge

How do we measure, how do we know
that the feelings of others
that the feelings we are observing
is at its peak, its ebb or its flow

Is sadness measured
by the depth of the pain chisselled frown of a brow
by the slow corner tear as it leads away from what the eye has seen
by the begging hunched over hold-me-now-please-shoulders
by the retching and physical distress as tears stream down the cliff face of a human mountain
by the paleness on the face of an otherwise rosy cheek
  
Is anger measured
by the muscle twitching on the side of a clenched human jaw
by the pumping of a fist as it prepares to deliver a voltage not seen before
by the rage in eyes that could be kind and now not focused is totally blind
by the sweat that steams on the red of the hot of the devils taunting and trot
by the tension emitted from the body of the raging betrayal 

Is loneliness measured
by the detail of rituals designed to distract from the missing part
by the fetal position where the lonely hugs the alone
by the withdrawel in the eyes of the lonely as they struggle to engage
by the piano notes that paint a portrait of sculpting with wet wet clay
by the human haunted by memories of what led to what is now the mainstay

Stick 268 - Spider Limb

Spider Limb

on a candle
on the porch
on the farm
next to the african gorge

in the shadows
in the shades
in the gulleys
in the human delays

so inconspicious
so unassuming
so dreadful
so final

an upper limb
an afters life now dim
an altered body
an especially brutal study

the spider limb
the spider so feared
the spider no longer in my soul
the spider limb another stick towards a new whole

Stick 267 - Shadow Blossoms

Shadow Blossoms

My umbrella unfolded
as your withdrawel rain pelted down

My hand clenched the handle
as your cold folded into my inner harm

My nails dug into my palm skin
as your words sliced lightning hurt into the pot which we both stirred

My face huddled into my own rigid shoulder
as your dark clouds furrowed your frowning brows

My decision was made and my umbrella folded away
as your you and my me was no longer drinking from the same rain frame

My blossoms have shadows now
as your away and my not-stay created a new space of growth in the after rain

Stick 266 - How could it be?

How could it be?

...that when the sea breathes
it also chokes on the seaweed it grows and weaves

...that when the wind blows
it also circles and gets lost in the swirl of dust that it grows

...that when the leaf changes colour
it embraces warm sunshine before it lets blood dark red flow

...that when raindrops splash on the sand
it creates dents in a landscape meant to be fine and so organised and grand

...that when rivers dry up and streams flow slow
it reveals the wonders of the rocks and wonders below

Stick 265 - Pass me the Key

Pass me the Key

In the woods
Past the wooden graffitti grain
In the heart of what seems dark

Often lies the answer
Often lies the key
Often lies the belly of what will be

In the remoteness
Past the pool of what may seem floatless
In the mind of what we are meant to find

Often lies the truth of the human kind
Often lies the silver of the key
Often lies the unlocked state to just be

Stick 264 - Fragile and Frail

Fragile and Frail

 

Lifethreads of fraildelay

Lingeringthoughts of frighteneinggoingstale

Liabilityloans of femininederail

Longingsoul of fundamentalbeingwhole

Lifethreads of fraildeveil

 

 

Stick 263 - Being

Being

 

Tangled

yet I climb trees

 

Exposed

yet I see

 

Layers

yet I comfortably unpeel

 

Mayhem

yet I dream and believe 

 

Storms

yet in the eye I just be