tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72049296823731564932024-03-20T22:44:35.521-07:00Psalm 145one generation to the nextJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.comBlogger380125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-77180840656136150332011-12-14T08:24:00.000-08:002011-12-14T08:24:59.455-08:00Monkey bars and why I won't succumb<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember the monkey bars?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was tiny, short, shimmying up the pole </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">just to reach the first rung</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'd swing maybe two more before my palms</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">got sore, then I'd swing up and hang or fall</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would succumb.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fatally overwhelmed by the ache of reaching</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">for the next bar, it's rough iron crust</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">too much for my tiny hands. My goal felt forever,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">impossible and possibly not</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">worth the ache, the blisters. I would try,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">try some more, but truth is I was never willing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to hurt to get to the other side.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The palms of our souls blister too.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We find ourselves dangling from the rung, hurting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so we succumb. We hang around gripping something </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that was meant only to be swung from to get to the next bar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We weigh the pain but don't count the cost of letting go.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lord, don't let me succumb. When another rung seems too far</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">for my short and aching arms please send a good wind, a good friend</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">show me the balm for the blistered parts sitting at the end.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Help me cross the monkey bars. Help me conquer this playground</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of do and don't. There are those that don't let go, they are on</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the other side of the monkey bars, where I would like to be. </span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-28344110570054377232011-10-18T11:30:00.000-07:002011-10-18T11:30:02.937-07:00a quick poem about the lake<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Midnight on the Lake</span></span><div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">When was the last time you sat alone at the edge of midnight waters </span></span><div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Bare shoulders seduced by come-on winds? </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">When was the last time you listened to the quiet smacking of </span></span></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">the lakes satisfied lips lapping up droplets of milky moonlight? </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">O the last time you sat still, alone enough to </span></span></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">hear the fidgeting of nature's minutiae? </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Don't forget that midnight gives the most tender kisses </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Don't forget the perfume of the stars </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">The way tall scruffy pines sweep the pale edges of the sky</span></span></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">whispering in their husky voices, "stay, stay".</span></span></div>
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-13012074079782723222011-09-06T09:18:00.001-07:002011-09-06T09:18:09.346-07:00Autumn sunAutumn covers me like soft clean sheets
The ones my grandmother would snap over
Me at night as the lightening bugs dimmed,
pink ones with white stripes
Perfumed with lilac and moth balls
a nubby chenille blanket
stretched over me like white fondant
Autumn blows in like that, like the snap of fresh sheets
That land softly on sunkissed skin<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-74389594979881186512011-09-01T14:51:00.001-07:002011-09-01T14:53:28.631-07:00Where fore art thou fall?Summer has become possessive and pimp like
Unkind, abusive, never really gone
There is no amount of coolness that will get rid of him
All my pride, dignity, goodness have been worn down by his scorching hold
I'm like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman
Waiting on my Richard Gere, and it's you Fall.
Where are you? Because My feet are tired of
This Sunset Boulevard, this day in and day out hot.
Breeze through like you do
Drive up in your fancy colored leaves
Stop for me so I can smell your smokey cologne.
Cover me up and make me a respectable woman.
You might be the third season for me
But your the truest one, the kindest one
The only one I'll kiss on the lips, all any other
Season does is take something from me
You, Fall, give and give.
That's what makes me fall for you every time.
<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-20810851881884689702011-08-19T14:10:00.000-07:002011-08-19T14:10:21.231-07:00This is it. Tear down the towersI'm the sorry architect of towers<br />
Tall obelisk of deeds<br />
Stacked toward heaven<br />
<br />
I'm the high priest of bright flames<br />
And spotted calves<br />
A self-satisfied incense my praise<br />
<br />
Tear down the towers.<br />
Remove the alters and high places<br />
Bow low and know<br />
There is no good, no justice<br />
Wrenched from your own blood.<br />
<br />
Lay at the alter of His feet<br />
Offer up your hopes<br />
Your dreams, your expectations<br />
Watch His fiery embrace refine<br />
Watch the temporal flesh of your desires<br />
Liquify, turn to precious metal<br />
<br />
I'm the sorry architect of towers<br />
High priest of bright, empty flames<br />
Bowing low I know He hears my prayers.<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-58889302395173365052011-08-19T08:40:00.000-07:002011-08-19T08:49:24.284-07:00Watch me jive, turkey!Time is double edged<br />
Finite and infinite<br />
It heaves the living dust<br />
Of life into it's circular spin<br />
Like a hay baler<br />
<br />
"Umph! She's in! Watch her <br />
Dance, watch her spin!"<br />
<br />
I'm stuck in an eternal<br />
Square dance, Time calling the steps.<br />
<br />
I circled round, I Followed <br />
Time, dancing behind like a conga line<br />
<br />
Time laughed at my clumsy feet<br />
My vain attempts to repeat<br />
<br />
I danced to disco, rock<br />
I Rodger Rabbited, did the robot<br />
Moonwalk, sprinkler, jitterbug<br />
Bopped my head to the raps of thugs<br />
<br />
I danced all the dances<br />
Time taught me, danced like a fool<br />
And clumsily spun around in time's typhoon<br />
<br />
Uh-uh! Not now!<br />
Watch this jive, turkey!<br />
<br />
I move to spite your beat<br />
I dance with two left feet<br />
Anything to teach that square dancing Time<br />
That the dance I dance is all mine.<br />
<br />
Watch me jive, turkey!<br />
Watch me jive!<br />
<br />
Your stop watch beat leaves no room for grace<br />
My dance card's full<br />
So tick away Time, tick away.<br />
<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-83240598844021744242011-08-19T07:08:00.000-07:002011-08-19T07:08:45.946-07:001 of 3, poem from momYou have to know her to know how funny this is but not to know how sweet it was :)<br />
<br />
I tried to read a blog, I did<br />
Hard for a person like me<br />
All but 25 posts are hid<br />
And what is this "feed" I see?<br />
<br />
Is this a code for people your age<br />
It seems confusing for your Mother<br />
Is this just Yet one more stage<br />
For a daughter and a Mom, oh brother!<br />
<br />
I sit and laugh, it's late tonight<br />
I tried to get up to speed<br />
Wanted to leave a post to your sight<br />
But how the he_ _ do I accompish that deed.<br />
<br />
It's way over my head, I say<br />
But it really doesn't matter at all<br />
Here it is, your final day <br />
A blog, you made it, you did not fall.<br />
<br />
Well done on meeting this, your goal<br />
It took a year, but you came so far<br />
Every poem was a part of your soul<br />
I give to you, another gold star.<br />
<br />
Congratulations, I'm proud of you<br />
But could you do me favor<br />
Next time you write a blog, please do<br />
Send me instructions, so I can savor<br />
<br />
The works of the author, my princess.<br />
<br />
I love you and am proud of you.<br />
You did it; but I never doubted that you would.<br />
MOM<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-90017619781905856052011-08-18T12:01:00.000-07:002011-08-18T12:01:10.467-07:00Only one more day!!! Just to jog your memoryIt's feet and pavement<br />
Pain. Slow. Clumsy<br />
Waning energy<br />
More coffee! More sleep!<br />
A sort of "tag you're it!"<br />
Assault on my limbs<br />
<br />
I hate the start, the way<br />
My muscles and my mind<br />
Collabratively coup.<br />
<br />
I run for the ending<br />
The nimble way <br />
My legs concede<br />
The delicious ache<br />
Of momentum and limits<br />
Going at it like Battle Bots<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-23772110635213988742011-08-17T14:25:00.000-07:002011-08-17T14:25:41.457-07:002 more to go!Arid thoughts<br />
Run across my mind<br />
The rustling sound<br />
Of dry scrubby grass<br />
A quiet echo of my thinking<br />
Thoughts, dead,dry<br />
Heat stroked ideas<br />
Floating around like<br />
Lawn mower mulch<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-59787425818978300512011-08-16T08:19:00.000-07:002011-08-16T08:19:17.396-07:00Day 360, dead like discoHe's dead like disco<br />
Always ready for a comeback<br />
Perched defiantly in the past<br />
Lurking lava like in the distance<br />
<br />
So that he becomes<br />
Past, present, future, always.<br />
<br />
Never! Not any more!<br />
<br />
Still you can't look him <br />
in the eye. Still you<br />
Can't separate your loathing<br />
From your want to be loved.<br />
<br />
So you gaze at the disco ball<br />
The way it rolls glitter<br />
Like over the dark.<br />
<br />
It's a light that doesn't illuminate<br />
It perpetrates his lies.<br />
<br />
He calls it staying alive<br />
But you know that's not living<br />
Because you've never felt so dead<br />
<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-39885920156649928002011-08-15T10:50:00.000-07:002011-08-16T08:13:38.907-07:00Day 359, watching himHe eats Mac<br />
And cheese<br />
He pushes<br />
Orange noodles<br />
Into his mouth<br />
With chubby fingers<br />
<br />
He doesn't know <br />
the word<br />
Delectable but<br />
He is thinking it<br />
<br />
He doesn't know <br />
That I watch him.<br />
Like fluffy cheeks<br />
Pink puffy lips<br />
And cheesy noodles<br />
Are some kind of<br />
Seventh wonder<br />
<br />
He is thinking<br />
Swords! Lightening McQueen!<br />
<br />
He doesn't know <br />
What ego is<br />
But we guard it<br />
He and I, like<br />
A national treasure<br />
We guard it<br />
<br />
Yes you are big<br />
Strong, tough<br />
Smart, perfect.<br />
<br />
Yes, you are.<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-82101935124913410832011-08-14T10:31:00.000-07:002011-08-14T10:31:49.955-07:00Day 358, warm waxMy heart is<br />
warm wax<br />
melted just enough<br />
to hurt and mold<br />
to new shapes<br />
<br />
my heart is<br />
warm wax<br />
melted just enough.<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-73178216900237783842011-08-13T14:04:00.000-07:002011-08-13T14:04:49.369-07:00Day 357, the stale taste of historyToday might taste like <br />
Brussels sprouts but they are<br />
Farm fresh and good for me<br />
<br />
Revisiting the past is<br />
Like stale potatoe chips<br />
Driven by some urge you <br />
Pull open the crinkly foil<br />
Hear its rustle and <br />
Get your hopes up<br />
<br />
They lack crunch<br />
That's the past, stale, unfresh<br />
Nothing new. <div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-22456326197795515482011-08-12T12:41:00.000-07:002011-08-12T12:41:26.776-07:00Day 356, laugh louderLaugh louder<br />
When it hurts<br />
Laugh often<br />
It really works<br />
A time release capsule<br />
Of sweet medicine<br />
The healing touch of mirth.<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-8599621411997705982011-08-11T20:22:00.000-07:002011-08-11T20:22:49.169-07:00Day whatever... That's not what I ordered!I sat to dine <br />
In Fate's cafe<br />
And ordered Sun baked<br />
Days with a side of bliss<br />
The waitress smiled<br />
And returned with a plate<br />
Of Contentment marinated <br />
in Salty tears<br />
All I could think to say<br />
Was, "I did not order this!"<br />
<br />
So I stumbled out<br />
Appalled at a place<br />
That would serve me second best<br />
Never realizing that without<br />
Knowing the flavor of salty tears<br />
I could never taste the bliss.<br />
<br />
<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-28643002012110653712011-08-10T19:52:00.001-07:002011-08-10T19:52:57.746-07:00Day 354, utterlyUtterly<br />
As in not a <br />
Little bit<br />
Not so much a lot<br />
But thoroughly<br />
And utterly<br />
Exhausted.<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-90097879933776320002011-08-09T09:14:00.000-07:002011-08-09T09:14:55.511-07:00Day 353, summer endsSummer, you afford me time<br />
Unstructured. I love that but you<br />
Breathe down my neck, your hot <br />
Breath makes me sweat. You are incessant<br />
Like a Greek grandmother.<br />
Your comforting and suffocating<br />
<br />
Autumn on the other hand<br />
Is like a beloved house guest.<br />
Shes gentle, gradual<br />
Refreshing. Her husky voice <br />
Is soft like leaves falling<br />
She is kind, merciful<br />
And only leaves when the cold<br />
Wet winter becomes too much for her<br />
<br />
I turned down the bed<br />
I set out flowers, I've got all of autumns<br />
Favorite foods bought<br />
<br />
Summer I'm not rushing you<br />
I'm just ready to miss you.<br />
<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-17744530780293250512011-08-08T10:43:00.000-07:002011-08-08T10:43:32.198-07:00Day 352, some, not allSome times<br />
Some way<br />
Some how<br />
Some day<br />
Some say<br />
Some do<br />
All don't<br />
Do you?<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-42747040354219908512011-08-07T11:26:00.000-07:002011-08-07T11:26:51.302-07:00Day 351, hope is for whimpsHope is meager and weak<br />
While the world builds <br />
Towers and sanctuaries<br />
Hope offers no shelter<br />
<br />
It is vulnerable like a sapling<br />
Tender as green shoots<br />
Breakable, fragile like eggs<br />
Feeble and helpless like an infant<br />
<br />
Stare at strength and you feel strong<br />
Stare at hope and you feel weak<br />
<br />
You look at Strength and wonder<br />
What will it take to break you?<br />
You look at hope and wonder<br />
What will it take to make you thrive?<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-20652644543110119462011-08-06T09:51:00.000-07:002011-08-06T09:51:39.031-07:00Day 350, the stormNo blip on the radar<br />
The dark angel wings<br />
Of mourning spread, span over<br />
<br />
Not cloud cover, but<br />
A wall between us and the sun.<br />
<br />
Not a storm of wind and rain<br />
But the arid, dry cocoon<br />
Of a godless womb.<br />
<br />
The inevitable birth of<br />
Hope, troubles small child<br />
The tiny wailing lungs<br />
The siren for the end of grief<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-59455167272111457342011-08-05T14:53:00.000-07:002011-08-05T14:53:01.767-07:00Day 349, 15 days left!!!<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Be on the lookout, I'm going to be talking about a new, exciting, collaborative project coming in the fall. I can't wait. I'm all "</span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">poetried</span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">" out :) I'm also finally on a real computer today, thus the font formatting and image. As I type I still have no clue what to write about today. I'm happy and have the day off, girls night in a couple of hours with some good friends. Hard to feel angst or inspiration...</span></span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Once a ________ always a ________.</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Who will you be when</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">you finish being no one?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">You are you, you are </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Eustice</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">scraping scales, you cry because</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">you can't stand the weight of your skin.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">It takes a faith, a naked and raw certainty</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">that the you are not no one</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">that there is nothing</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">separating you from the salve and</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">ease of fresh skin. Claw all you want.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">It will do no good. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">You are always you but you have</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">never been you.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">It's the gentleness</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">of a lion's breath, the willingness to</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">face his wrath and mercy.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">A simultaneous death and birth.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Where </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Never's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> voice is silenced</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">by the crashing, undulating always of infinity.</span></span><br />
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</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-72155011704062528172011-08-04T07:59:00.000-07:002011-08-04T07:59:30.647-07:00Day 348, who is sheShe walks in a maze<br />
Turn after turn looking<br />
For an out, an ending<br />
<br />
Dutiful and patient<br />
She turns around<br />
Starts again, always lost<br />
But knowing right where she is<br />
<br />
She is the epitome of<br />
Modern woman, she has accepted<br />
The twist and turns as her fate<br />
<br />
Her secret... <br />
She wants to be found<br />
Saved, she hates the maze<br />
<br />
She has this distant idea that<br />
She was someone else before the maze<br />
That that girl would know the way<br />
She is certain there is an end to the maze<br />
At least she needs to believe there is<br />
<br />
She wanders, turns, prays, cries<br />
Uses the soft green leaves for shade<br />
Sheltered in her prison of what will be<br />
Of a proper ending.<br />
<br />
She hears the tinkling laughter of happy<br />
Children outside the walls<br />
She wants to laugh like that<br />
Be with them, she stands still<br />
Listens. Knows. There is no maze.<br />
<br />
She has simply turned her life to walls<br />
Ways to define and protect the insides<br />
Of her being because<br />
<br />
Outside the walls, outside the shade there is no shelter<br />
No guarantees.<br />
<br />
She knows. But she does not move.<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-41990131957162769782011-08-03T07:06:00.000-07:002011-08-03T07:06:06.014-07:00Day 347, it's all about meShe's as honest as the sunrise<br />
That dissappears on cloudy days<br />
<br />
She's constant like the sea tide<br />
High and low, on the go<br />
<br />
She's forever and always<br />
Never and sometimes<br />
<br />
Forgettable but always on your mind.<br />
<br />
Meek, mild easy to read<br />
A curtained smile, a heart you can't see<br />
Stubborn, short fused, hard to please<br />
<br />
She's always the same in her contradiction<br />
Contradictory with her sameness<br />
<br />
Truth is no one knows but her<br />
Truth is that's not totally true<br />
Shed rather leave you guessing<br />
Than guess what's known to you.<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-83627225492138483822011-08-02T11:59:00.000-07:002011-08-02T11:59:27.207-07:00Day 346, no good word for itI searched and<br />
Searched<br />
For a way to say<br />
Just how hot it is<br />
Every phrase I thought<br />
To say contained an expletive!<br />
It's desert like<br />
I'll leave it there.<br />
<br />
You'll find me air-conditioned<br />
Because I do not like foul language<br />
It's that kind of hot<br />
Curse word hot!<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204929682373156493.post-27214090697149634542011-08-01T13:36:00.000-07:002011-08-01T13:36:48.593-07:00Day 345, Charlies poem!Saving us<br />
I like that <br />
he built this house<br />
God is goofy<br />
(Charlie leans back and yells,<br />
Hey God! God?)<br />
Him not listens to me<br />
He not hear us<br />
He dropped a rib on his head<br />
That's goofy<br />
<br />
I love Him singing<br />
In the sky.<div class="blogger-post-footer">copyright ©2011 jennifer gregory. all rights reserved. no unauthorized reuse.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983650804069194376noreply@blogger.com0