Omnia Vincit Amor; Nos Cedamus Amori

Thirty Soon

I

stopped looking at photos of myself

when I was 6, perfect skin, missing teeth

a sleeve half filled with crackers

still good

me

holding the opening of this sleeve

tight

saving them for later

fresh too

I’m wearing a leather jacket

not leather, fake probably

generic

perfectly happy

eyes smiling

dimples fully exposed

firing off at will

giggling!

and now I look in the mirror and feel myself

dying

losing hair

my hairline receding

I think of my poetry teacher

and his fight with hair loss

eventually losing

bald

my skin aging

scars

not going away

I am

thirty soon

don’t really

eat crackers

like I used to

“Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare.”
— Japanese Proverb
“Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare.”
— Japanese Proverb
“If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author and everyday you have the opportunity to write a new page.”
— Mark Houlahan
“Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody is watching.”
— Mark Twain
“Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.”
— William Jennings Bryant
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
— Rumi
Translation

Sometimes I
require a translation of
the things you say

But mostly
           I understand
and some of the time
           I agree

However, your eyes
sometimes look at me

with this desiring of
our souls to fuse together

into a monster
who eats dreams in our sleep

I wish I can tell
when you long to

hold me closer
so that I may know when


to pull you in
and make you stay


even for a little while

March 27, 1996Web posted at: 5 p.m. EST (2200 GMT) Muppet fan seizes hostage at radio station WANGANUI, New Zealand (CNN) — Apparently it’s easier being green than it is hearing Kermit the Frog sing. A man demanding to hear the Muppet song “The Rainbow Connection” burst into a radio station in the New Zealand city of Wanganui Friday and took the manager hostage. According to the New Zealand Press Association, the 21-year-old man, who was not identified, also demanded that he be allowed to talk to listeners on the air of Star FM or he threatened to detonate a bomb. But before Kermit croaked out his first note, police stormed the station and arrested the man. No one was injured and the bomb was found to be fake. The man was charged with kidnapping.

March 27, 1996
Web posted at: 5 p.m. EST (2200 GMT)

Muppet fan seizes hostage at radio station

Hi Ho, Kermit the Frog here

WANGANUI, New Zealand (CNN) — Apparently it’s easier being green than it is hearing Kermit the Frog sing. A man demanding to hear the Muppet song “The Rainbow Connection” burst into a radio station in the New Zealand city of Wanganui Friday and took the manager hostage.

According to the New Zealand Press Association, the 21-year-old man, who was not identified, also demanded that he be allowed to talk to listeners on the air of Star FM or he threatened to detonate a bomb.

But before Kermit croaked out his first note, police stormed the station and arrested the man. No one was injured and the bomb was found to be fake.

The man was charged with kidnapping.

(via braindeadmegaphone)

Paper and Chalk

Your lips are dry, I can see every crevice, telling a story of a vacancy,
          a vacuousness that the cloudburst flame wishes to devour.

Your lips are wet, stained crimson, flushing in the flourishing of kisses,
          our lips meet, our tongues skate, cascading pleasure cataclysms,
          dripping at first, then showering wholly
          our brains that tremble in our skulls
          without prior plans, written on the paper of potentiality
          our parts move in the togetherness of this outbursting tide

We kiss, in the darkness of this room,
          feeling the warmth of each other’s hands,
          our eyes closed to the moment,smelling the flicker of the fireplace.

We build our stage and stay
          dancing in the sparkling of faith
          wishing for a familiar tomorrow