Stuff I don't like

I don’t like that

Coming and going

Stuff

That luggage

Over the shoulder

Stuff

I don’t like that

Here when im here

Gone when im gone

Stuff

I like the

I’m down the street

Doing my thing

We can see each other

Whenever we need

I like the

Talk when we talk

See when we see

Kind of stuff

I like the lets go here

And let’s do this

Whenever we wanna

Cause we are always around

kind of stuff

I like the years go by

and we see each other

in all kinds of ways

kinds of stuff

the you know me

and i know you

kind of stuff

the we don't hide 

from each other

kind of stuff

Morroco To Share- from the May trip

i know now

i know now
what it feels like
to be understood
after a life time of
no understanding
neither from myself
nor from others

i know now
what it feels like to be
held and loved
by an expert
lover
and holder

i know now
what it feels like
to be listened to
for hours and hours
as the restaurant closes
and we move
to the dock
dangling our feet
with someone
who really wants to hear me

i know now
what it feels like
to play and play
with some one
who can meet me on
the top of the dirt hill
and roll down
just as fast

or go to the bottom of
the ocean
blowing bubbles
as we hold hands swimming up
to the sunshine rayed water

i know now
what it feels like
to hold the phone
and call someone
crying
unable to do it
anymore alone

i know now
what it feels like
to help a stranger
shocked by the unfair
evil of the moment
give her refuge
while the world
slowly becomes
safe again

i know now
to hold my momma
when she is weeping
grateful
that at least
i can be careful
with her

i know now
how to tell a friend
when she isn't happy
when she wants to be

i know now
how to win something
i wanted to win

i know now
how to lose something
i wanted to win more

i know now
how to fail successfully
by confronting
previous mistakes

i know now
that nothing makes me
happier
than weather
water
laughing
creating
and love

i know now
that giving
is special
and getting is too
and both should
go together
or i deplete
like a battery

i know now
that age
and image
are useless indicators
for meaning

i know now
what it feels like
when someone really
really
likes you

i know now what it feels like
to come down two mountains in one
day
while someone leads the way
careful
that i go all the way

i know now
that there is always
someone
watching over me
it may just be
that i haven't said hello
to him or her yet

i know now
that there is a lot
a lot
a lot out there

i know now
that everything is already
very alright

i know now what it
felt like
when i jumped
into your arms

i know now
when it ain't me babe
and how to tell you
and when

i know now
what the silence
of a coward
feels like
and i can smell
the stink of avoidance
from a few feet away

i know now
what it feels like
to want to preserve
life

i know now
how to look in your eyes
and tell you
everything is alright
when it isn't
but it has to be

i know now
when words don't
speak actions

&
when actions
feel like love
while the words said
feel
like ice

i know now
what effort
looks like
and how hard it will go

im not interested

i'm not interested
in your disinterest
i'm not intrigued
by your distance
your fear
of magic
is not fascinating
nor a consequence
of some brilliant
act of wisdom

i'm not compelled
by your
repel
i'm not saddened
by your choice
of unhappiness

i'm too busy
seeing the
blue sky
and clear lake
before me
to wonder
about when
you will choose
the path
of least resistance

the truth again

I created an ideal
A prototype
Out of flesh
Unfair it was
Unfair
Cause
You are you
Maybe the perfect version of you
But you aren’t him
That ideal
Hollywood concoction
Created out of my boredom
And so I did it
Again and again
Until one day
I stopped
And started to see
Who you and you and you
Are
Much more interesting
That what I imagined
Less convenient too
And so I go
And so I go
Learning you
And you and you
As I go
As I go
I learn me too
I am different than what I thought
And I am what I always was
Nothing is so
Extreme
But everything is quite magical

inside out

The thing is
What I thought
What I bought
Was not what I knew
Inside
Not what I knew to be
True
You telling me okay
You telling me to stay
You telling me to stray
It was all you
And you
And you
And I brought you inside
To the most sacred of places
Deep down in my belly
Up into my ears
So that I heard your voice
Every day
Not the voice to hear
Not the voice to listen to
But the one that ruled
Telling me the world is to be
Feared
Love is far away
And trust is for the foolish
It was me the foolish
Not to hear the tiny
Quiet voice
In
That said everything is more than okay
As it is
Everything is only okay
If we sit tight
Listening intently
To what is inside
Growing what is inside
Flying with what is inside
Only then
Only only then
Are we true

Women's Work

This is a great study on whats going on with women and work in the world. The most notable aspect is that the US is the only country not to mandate maternity leave in the study of 100 something countries.
And that I definitely belong in Scandinavia. Always felt kinda funny here...

The Bestest Geek Conference Ever...I guess

http://www.thenexthope.org/grid/

They will Say things

They will Say Things

Things

They will Say things
and Say things
and Say things again

One day they will Say this
This This THIS

the next day they will
Say no to This
and Say definitely definitively surely wholeheartedly
That
oh yes THAT
So much of that that That

That will become encased en gold
You and your friends will go looking for it
It will be sold-out
Before it is available
Sold-out That
And you will love him
Because he has That


and then they will Say
PSHAAW
That and This
is all wrong
The will Say those
Say those Those oh yes Those
Those are so
yes Sooo

and You will cry
You will stay home
you will hide
Remembering the days
when they said That
Oh you were OUT
You were dancing!
DANCING
You must have sang a bit too

But the day they Said Those
You went in
You hid
Because they were Saying Those
and so they were Saying
No...
to you

Under your blanket
You wish
Wish they would simply
go back to saying
That
oh the days of That

And then
after weeks and minutes
and even five years
of reminiscing
and crying
suddenly
In between washing the dishes
and taking out the trash
You start Saying
Saying and Saying
You Say
Say
and Say

How do I work this?

talking heads
is
right

foliage

Morning stream
Violet sky
olive streets
the rain dancers
rocked back & forth
hands waving in the sky
water drops squeezed from the cotton sky
the city tropics
unscrunch
and open
like the chest of grand ballet dancer
pushed into the sky
while the 100 degree burned
are coy in their re-greening
the rest of us cradle inside
hiding for a few

Cluster Fuck

The bad sides of Washington:

Meetings are either
1- a cluster fuck- everyone that's an expert on vague things becomes an expert on specific things suddenly: ie i work on middle east, so i am going to talk about blogging because middle easterners blog and then they leave it once it isn't a trend.
2- administered by generalists who don't know how to extract really important details from panelists/audience, instead of wide trends, lets talk about how something does or doesn't work specifically
3- are full of people that think the same way, so nobody learns anything new.
4- are attended by or organized by people who do not care about society or people anymore, instead they are concerned with getting published because that's how they will keep their current fellowships/think tank positions. not much is on the line for them in terms of the populations they serve.

The good sides of Washington:

1- a bunch of people are choosing not to go to meetings, and instead of working in coffee shops on cool projects that make a difference
2- a bunch of people are choosing to be creative instead of talkative
3- a bunch of people are meeting to create, produce, or reflect on concrete projects

July Don't Stop

July don’t stop
Your wall of un-oxygenated
Air
And the waves of light
That shine inside
the atmosphere's skin
Making a dull heavy glow
like an enormous sun cloud
ready to emit
sunshine hail
Things cook and interact
React and suddenly create
In that solid stuffy holdable heat
Warm like a silk blankets on our skin
Hot like sweaty armpits
Clothes barely permitted
Smells enhanced and around
We can’t hide ourselves
July don’t stop
Give me my hot mornings of a sun rayed bed,
One thin sheet only
eyes swollen with summer sleep
dried chlorinated hair
moaning of the AC
July don’t stop
Helping me find my kind
The tropical beach makers
The apartment is a stove
Only the naked will survive

Forgetting and Remembering in July

The air was like a blanket you would throw off
In the heat of the middle of the night
We walked through it like a cobweb
As we strolled down the sidewalk
The time for flowers and blooms
Was over
It was skin and ice cream
I walked with you
Letting
The sun
Beat in our sweaty hearts
We will continue
Until we stop
You twirl me
Grab me
Kiss me
And we forget
Until morning

Alone
In the shower
words and melodies
thoughts and
reviews
water dazzles
in the window's rays
I know
I don't have to search
My shoulders wash
Wet feet step onto the floor

the morning goodbye
an hour before
hardens like the fresh concrete
with the child's footprint
stuck in it

chemical child raising?

See I had been looking for quite some time
For something I couldn’t really define
Sometimes I got close
And then I always got far
Bc what I wanted
And what was
Still were not the same
Then we
went dancing
On the second floor
Of that restaurant
That night
I thought we
Were just going to eat
And talk about politics
Turned out
You wanted to womanize
And so you did
I wondered if I would block it
Or let it be
But then on that dance floor
U came to me
Was it then
Or before
When it happened?
The chemistry?
Was it just movement
and skin
just hands holding
and mutual absurdities
things of no value
in the daily life
of bills and child raising?
your smell
is what I crave
now as I wonder these things
a simple night
of spontaneity
feels so right
against
the sky
of not quite

the thing about summer

is that it reveals
those who know how to play
and those who don't

Europe

makes me sentimental

Food Rule -1

feed your soul
only pure grade A
organic
natural
energy producing
music inspiring
giggle requiring
gdp decreasing
seretonin releasing
day after smiling
forever lasting
L O V E

Gorgeous

Smooth built body
Face that you can stare at for hours
every one crowds around them
where do this beauty gods come from?
Old Compton. Street on a Saturday afternoon
Soho London
I'm jus passing thru
To get to that Chinese noodle place
W the salty lemon soda
& buttery noodles that comfort more than potatoes
I share the table w two women
Who talk n soft deep voices about one
Of their pending break ups
The married one asks relationship questions
The break up one gives romance answers
Jasmine tea smoked chicken
Tastes special
& new
Sun reflects in tan colored oil drops
On a fake porcelain plate
I'm running out of time
Sitting in the changing breeze
Of London