endless desire let me change you.
im so wild if you caught me,
all you could do was kiss me before i snuck away.

dances & tosses her hair.
pipedream sounds *so* wonderful, can i join? 031103
endless desire of course.
as long as you want to change not be changed.
schadenfreude i love personality clubs. the concept entertains me. continue, this is the rare kind of crap that makes me giggle. 031103
pipedream i'm a revolution

this blathe string reminds me of a wonderful maya angelou poem, the name of which i can't remember...only a line about 'like i have diamonds between my legs' (which kinda stuck because the first time i read it i was mildly scandalised). but it's a fantastic poem, *so* fits here.

now if you'll excuse me, my muse has come a'knocking :)
flatte you should do a fake documentary about a cute chick with a belly full of ham. 031104
pipedream Still I Rise
Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
REAListic optimIST thank you for sharing maya's beauty. i am diamondstruck by that. inspired, even. i'm gonna go read it again! 031104
pipedream was bowled over by this one A Conceit
Maya Angelou

Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.
notme i'm a revulsion 040507
Ouroboros oh little one
you are not a benevolent sun
shining grace upon maladies
and injustices befallen on
this world

nor is it your job, your duty,
your calling to do so.

be the change you wish... yes
but pseudoselflessness never
helped anyone (think of the blind
furious passion of rachel corrie)

learn and grow.
keep your eyes open.
remember your dreams.
listen to your heart.
use what you have.
LS I will.

Thank You
what's it to you?
who go