One of my favorites, brought to mind by the summer and thoughts of redwood forests cool allure.......oh the notion...naked in the forest, air on the skin, psychic excitement permeating the ether...instincts overriding social restraint......
barefoot in the summer forrest
scent of patchouli and girl funk
dancing on the path
of butterflies and weed
following boy/men pipers
who think they lead
earth, mother, dirty, girl
a moment stilled.
hemp skirt swirls below
the knoted tied T
and the natural hair
down fur'd body
nothing else to wear
soon though to loose
for a stream side bath
in the redwoods shadows
the men, their shafts
into a chakra's vortex
they'll be pulled
psychic energy emission
in mother earths hold
soft sweet girl whirlpool
as young as is old.
And then as one
with nature be
spent of worry, sorrow
and energy
To see her go
on down the path
dancing, glowing
with a laugh.
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Thursday, August 26, 2010
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god sometimes I am so desparate for connection...I lay spead open waiting and no one comes...is it that I am so self centric? so self involved that I put people off? That is my conclusion. oh well, its my blog and I can do whatever the fuck I want. including posting my own self indulgent comments as if I could talk to myself. or maybe that is all the universe is, a creation to interact with and I'm the big god in it. yet there are so many like me, gods, creating....because they are lonely.
ReplyDelete"You won't have Nixon to kick around anymore because, gentlemen, this is my last press conference."
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I wish it would rain....
ReplyDeletethere is so much I want to say...and so little time and energy....maybe I already said it...but didnt get acked...
ReplyDeleteyea i wish it would rain.
love....
Mom, You're such a freak. That poem is about doing a bunch of guys! I know you had your hippy time, but you always told me to be good. Then you post a video of dancing naked in the rain and its just so hard to think of you like that, a sexual person. I am too, not that I could ever tell you that. I want to be good, make you proud, Dad happy, but I want to make babies too sometimes, or practice for it.
ReplyDeleteWe are doing okay. Dad is so sad sometimes. I try to get him to get out of the house, come see me at school or something. I think he just works and broods. He's so brave. He makes dinner, watchs some TV and sleeps. We had dinner at a thai place yesterday. He misses you so much. I do too. I go home on the weekends. He keeps things together.
DR is ok, I think he is in denial about it, you. Shelly is being tough. Shes got work and her guy and house and all. I wonder where you are. Are you some cute little baby? An angel with wings? Or just a memory.
Enjoying the freedom of being. :)
ReplyDeleteAlex died??? When did this happen?!!
ReplyDeleteSo sorry for your loss, Chloe. :(
She died September 17, 2010.
ReplyDeleteI'm off on an adventure mom. Kinda like you had at my age, but I think I will be much tamer than you!
ReplyDeleteWatch out for me!
Reading your poem again make me want to sort of be like that, a girl/woman that entices, inspires, and leaves behind something kinder and gentler than when I arrived.
I've got patchouli on today.
:)