Make me a Goddess.
Come to me now and lay flowers at my feet. While I stand here fingering my dreaded brat locks.
Stargazer lilies with aquatic pink petals. Pollen snowing, falling, staining my bare, pedestrian toes.
Bring wine from the valley in ruby hues. Surround me with fruit ripe inside out. Barricade me with admiration so that I can take not one step outside of this worshipping world of your creation.
Make me a Goddess with perfect skin.
Project divine obscenities only I can fulfill. If everywhere I turn there is a reflecting pool in your eyes and the mirror image is a woman I don't recognize,
but wish so to be and one moment temporarily, for the fleeting reality of being exactly what you see,
I swear I will rise.
Taller than before these boots may have standed me, I will rise my full height. Into the sky, I will fly.
And your chin will drip with the juice of ripe fruit - the intoxicating flavor you dream dripping sweet.
Make me a Goddess and that is what I'll be.
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Namaste, Tonya Kay.
Please pardon this intrusion into your life by a stranger. You've probably suffered an annoying increase in unsolicited commentary since the debut of Who Wants To Be a Superhero on the Sci-Fi Channel, and I was reluctant to say anything for that reason alone, but as I read through the public entries in this journal, I came across the entry for July 13th — three days after my birthday — wherein you wrote about being bipolaw. <wave> Hi there! Systemic disorder: bipolar affective 1 (manic). You are not alone. I've struggled with it all my life. The manic highs are truly ecstatic, and the depressed lows are truly despondent. I have no words to accurately express how completely and compassionately I empathize with you.
Having that in common with you imparted sufficient courage to actually break the ice. Since the ice is broken, I shall continue by confessing that your poetry moves me. I love Jim Morrison's poetry. If what you've posted in this entry is typical for you, your style is very close to his. You certainly conjure vivid images of fantastic and romantic scenes. "Life as it should be," to paraphrase Alphonse Quejana. Since you have given me such a sublime literary moment, I wish to (at least attempt to) return the favor. I shall share with you the English translation of a short poem by Syrian poet Nizar Qabbani.
Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
They are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.
Have a pleasant day. I wish you health, harmony and happiness. I hope Qabbani's poetry gave you reason to smile if only for a passing moment.
--
Tim Harris
The Seeker
Time Lord
Greetings TK.
I am also moved by your poem. Your style is indeed unique, as the Time Lord posted above. Poetry is the window to the soul, and you have truly expressed yourself in a way that I've never seen before. Thank you for sharing that with us. I wish you lots of love and happiness in the near and far future.
Dark Blessings,
Xyruz
Dearest Tonya,
You, like all women, are the Embodiment of The Goddess to me, and your poetry makes me think, like good poetry should.
Merry Meet, Merry Part, and Merry Meet Again Little Sister,
Raven
Merry meet to you all. Thank you for thinking my words poetry. Sometimes I wish they were novels, but they seem to write themselves the way they wish to be written:-)
"They are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness."
This is pure genius. And you did make me smile, fellow Blessed One. Blessed by our emotional roller coaster to at least know resilliance, survival, compassion and creativity. Our downfalls are our assets and to banish one would be to be without both.
Fly high when you fly. Make art when you are crawling. And return to tell us about the wonders only you have seen in the forrest out there.
"...return to tell us about the wonders only you have seen..."
Very well. I give ten tales from my travels. You might laugh. You might cry. You might ponder. However, I doubt you will be bored.
Tale the First: Musical Wow, 2003-Jul-14
Tale the Second: How I Spent My Lunch Break, 2003-Sep-22
Tale the Third: Romance and Responsibility, 2004-Jun-13
Tale the Fourth: Chinese Chicken/Fish Toast and the Watermelon Bet, 2004-Jul-24
Tale the Fifth: Flagnapping!, 2004-Oct-03
Tale the Sixth: Remembering My Place, 2004-Nov-24
Tale the Seventh: I Have Erred, 2005-Feb-20
Tale the Eighth: Time Lord Not Feel So Good, 2005-Jun-09
Tale the Ninth: Today in History, 2005-Jul-18
Tale the Tenth: Sunset over Kerala, 2005-Aug-23
I shall travel again one day. I still have three continents left to visit!
--
Tim Harris
The Seeker
Time Lord
Can we stay? Can we? Can we?
*poof*! you're a goddess tonya.
so sayeth
nemo
so shall it be.
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