Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Writtings
End of Survival
He stood there on that spot
moment by moment arriving
moment by moment arrived
moment by moment he survived
the walls touched the sky...and he arrived
the ice the mountain tops...and he arrived
the sea she raged...
the winds they scoured...
suffering growing larger...
LArger...
LARGER...
the questions lingered...
lingered...
lingered...
...he arrived...
...and the light grew dimmer...
dimmer...
dimmer...
...and he arrived...
...at a wall
Around him overlaying voices spoke the chalk words...yelled the words written...nothing was heard but the written words.
LARGE, LARGE WORDS.
A spot light in the infinite darkness he stood in front of the wall, arriving in that spot he stood in front of the wall...close...CLOser...CLOSER, CLOSER AND RAISED HIS HAND SMEARING OUT the first line.
A distant voice, it silenced among the cluttered phrases. He smeared another...more silence...another...silence...another another another anotheranotheranother....hours, weeks, months...another...until... the last voice screamed threw the darkness....alone.
ssssmmmmmeeeeaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr
...
...
...
...silence... silence...
...
...
...
and...
the sound of a crack in a distance that looked far far off but sounded like it came from deep deep within
crack
crack
Crack
CRack
CRAck
CRACk
CRACK
The wall it feel, it feel from a thousand meters above him, below him, around him it fell as if it was made from bricks of feathers, it fell in a manner without time, without space...it fell from within. Tears flowed, flowed into puddles at his feet, they flowed until every thing was flooded with his tears....until every thing drowned in his tears, until he drowned in his tears...and he arrived
in the middle of a road...
rolling hills to the sea...he arrived
sunlit from behind...he arrived
shadows in plain view,
he stood in that spot...
moment by moment arriving
moment by moment he arrived
moment by moment he lives
-JEM
White, Smokeless, Red Tipped Fires
And he saw the space that held the here and there and he loved her in that space. And in that space he felt his blood pulse like thunder on the open plain and it rippled threw the thick air until it shattered the box holding that which is heard but not said and he allowed himself to know love...a smokeless blaze of white fire with red tips bursting into his heart. There it burns for him and for her and for that which is in-between and there it burns for life. And he looks at her picture and knows her eyes, her belly, her fragrance. And he reads her words and he feels her fingers on his, her hand on his cheek. And he hears her voice and he feels her lips move oh, oh so close…her breath in his lungs...her tong...her breast…and they are timeless. He breaths in…out…in…out…and he lets go so as to free his hands that they may grasp the permanence of change, grasp the permanence of the stretching and contracting of here and there.
Laying in his bed, in the ever new silence, in the ever new here and there, the ever new in-between, he gently closes his eyes to the glow of his white, smokeless, red tipped fires.
-JEM
Red Thunder
Thick summer air
Viscous on vast stretching grass lands
Patterned by wind
Alive like ragging seas
From distances beyond the mirage of a horizon comes…
Thunder…
Lightning
Black clouds descending from the east
Luminescent rays cut, earthbound, from the west
delicious south wind…vitality…nutrients…
power
Soft power from the north…
wild horses
two
ten
A thousand wild horses
Pounding,
POUNding
POUNDING hoofs in deep, rich, dark soil
Thunder …
Lightning
Mains thrash
Sweat drips
Pulsing lines of swollen mussels
Fire eyes
Fluid motion of…
Hoofs…
in dark rich thick soil
pounding
POUNding
POUNDING
To the sound of
Omni Lightning
Red Thunder
Red Thunder
Red Thunder
And…
Rain
-JEM
RED
She was human, with love, with blood and so she bled to know what it is to be the giver of life, of breath…of death
He was human, with love, with blood and so he loved the way she bled for life, for breath…for death.
And together, their love, and their blood, created the color red
-JEM
The offering
We offered ourselves a hand so we were never alone
We offered pain and we learned compassion
We offered breath and we wove music
We offered fire and we rose from the ashes
We offered death and we learned to live
We offered ourselves amnesia and we remembered
-JEM
He stood there on that spot
moment by moment arriving
moment by moment arrived
moment by moment he survived
the walls touched the sky...and he arrived
the ice the mountain tops...and he arrived
the sea she raged...
the winds they scoured...
suffering growing larger...
LArger...
LARGER...
the questions lingered...
lingered...
lingered...
...he arrived...
...and the light grew dimmer...
dimmer...
dimmer...
...and he arrived...
...at a wall
Around him overlaying voices spoke the chalk words...yelled the words written...nothing was heard but the written words.
LARGE, LARGE WORDS.
A spot light in the infinite darkness he stood in front of the wall, arriving in that spot he stood in front of the wall...close...CLOser...CLOSER, CLOSER AND RAISED HIS HAND SMEARING OUT the first line.
A distant voice, it silenced among the cluttered phrases. He smeared another...more silence...another...silence...another another another anotheranotheranother....hours, weeks, months...another...until... the last voice screamed threw the darkness....alone.
ssssmmmmmeeeeaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr
...
...
...
...silence... silence...
...
...
...
and...
the sound of a crack in a distance that looked far far off but sounded like it came from deep deep within
crack
crack
Crack
CRack
CRAck
CRACk
CRACK
The wall it feel, it feel from a thousand meters above him, below him, around him it fell as if it was made from bricks of feathers, it fell in a manner without time, without space...it fell from within. Tears flowed, flowed into puddles at his feet, they flowed until every thing was flooded with his tears....until every thing drowned in his tears, until he drowned in his tears...and he arrived
in the middle of a road...
rolling hills to the sea...he arrived
sunlit from behind...he arrived
shadows in plain view,
he stood in that spot...
moment by moment arriving
moment by moment he arrived
moment by moment he lives
-JEM
White, Smokeless, Red Tipped Fires
And he saw the space that held the here and there and he loved her in that space. And in that space he felt his blood pulse like thunder on the open plain and it rippled threw the thick air until it shattered the box holding that which is heard but not said and he allowed himself to know love...a smokeless blaze of white fire with red tips bursting into his heart. There it burns for him and for her and for that which is in-between and there it burns for life. And he looks at her picture and knows her eyes, her belly, her fragrance. And he reads her words and he feels her fingers on his, her hand on his cheek. And he hears her voice and he feels her lips move oh, oh so close…her breath in his lungs...her tong...her breast…and they are timeless. He breaths in…out…in…out…and he lets go so as to free his hands that they may grasp the permanence of change, grasp the permanence of the stretching and contracting of here and there.
Laying in his bed, in the ever new silence, in the ever new here and there, the ever new in-between, he gently closes his eyes to the glow of his white, smokeless, red tipped fires.
-JEM
Red Thunder
Thick summer air
Viscous on vast stretching grass lands
Patterned by wind
Alive like ragging seas
From distances beyond the mirage of a horizon comes…
Thunder…
Lightning
Black clouds descending from the east
Luminescent rays cut, earthbound, from the west
delicious south wind…vitality…nutrients…
power
Soft power from the north…
wild horses
two
ten
A thousand wild horses
Pounding,
POUNding
POUNDING hoofs in deep, rich, dark soil
Thunder …
Lightning
Mains thrash
Sweat drips
Pulsing lines of swollen mussels
Fire eyes
Fluid motion of…
Hoofs…
in dark rich thick soil
pounding
POUNding
POUNDING
To the sound of
Omni Lightning
Red Thunder
Red Thunder
Red Thunder
And…
Rain
-JEM
RED
She was human, with love, with blood and so she bled to know what it is to be the giver of life, of breath…of death
He was human, with love, with blood and so he loved the way she bled for life, for breath…for death.
And together, their love, and their blood, created the color red
-JEM
The offering
We offered ourselves a hand so we were never alone
We offered pain and we learned compassion
We offered breath and we wove music
We offered fire and we rose from the ashes
We offered death and we learned to live
We offered ourselves amnesia and we remembered
-JEM
Monday, October 17, 2005
Red Rope
Sown through our lungs, through our minds, through our beating hearts, through a billion perceptions of unity, there is a thread....a rope, that weaves through the eyes of your lover, the words of your father, the tenderness of your mother, the actions of your enemy, the love of your elders, the choices of your moment.
A red rope that goes through the poor in Haiti and the rich in Bel-air, through Gandhi and Hitler, through women and men, through guru and car mechanic, through my belly button and through yours.
A pulsing red rope running thick below the thin shell of our skin
It is, universal,
unbreakable,
nondetachable...
...And it is Red
-JEM
A red rope that goes through the poor in Haiti and the rich in Bel-air, through Gandhi and Hitler, through women and men, through guru and car mechanic, through my belly button and through yours.
A pulsing red rope running thick below the thin shell of our skin
It is, universal,
unbreakable,
nondetachable...
...And it is Red
-JEM
