CISV

I've started a personal project to look for all the people I went to camp with. CISV Barr, France 1988 (Strasbourg). Lets see what happens. I've found one of the Leaders, Herman B. Oudine is safely tucked in my Facebook account. Let's see if I can find Heidi Kragesteen.

From My Old Poetry Blog "Grover Once Flew"

Friday, March 30, 2007

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I look for you in frail dreams,
The days have been so bright with you by my side.
I call to you in my lonely sleep,
With you dreams come alive.

I see now that a part of me is forever lost--
But when I look at you I know that I am found.

Thank you for coming into my life. Either way;
No matter what happens my dreams have come true
With you.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

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Trick me into falling to fly.
Tame me and tie me down,
My heart is wild and my hair
Is strewn with Ivy.
I run towards the never ending night.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Have you seen the shape of my heart?

What other people know varies from what we share together behind closed doors. The days pass. The light fades. Explosions rip us apart. So what it is it that was shared that still remains behind closed doors--but a decision? A warning to those that may tear us asunder. That the time spent in quiet is enough. That in that home built day by day...the walls were made of humility. That the floors were cast with care. That the roof was built to shelter us from the storm. What other people say makes no sense. What other people do is their own business. What matters is this. That one can always come home and know they are safe.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

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The difference between light and dark is sealed with a kiss.
The clarity found within humility-- is a child of contradiction's embrace.
With words we betray, the deeper part of us,
That should be kept secret and quiet.
This then, is the siren song of freedom.
This then is the unquiet of choice.
Contradiction's daughter has wed humanity's child.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

You know what would be sweet?
If I could wake you up every morning
With a hug and kiss you good night on the forehead
Every time you lie down to sleep.
Dream with me.

--

I walk not feeling the dust
Nor the stones strewn along the path,
For I know I am walking towards you.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

But my heart is good and my writing so clear...

That I see beneath colors
And gaze at the sky each morning
Knowing full well that today is the day I meet her

That this night I will hear her speak to my heart.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Know when to allow yourself to fall.
The moment the light hits the floor,
Pick it up and start running.

You never know when it will stop,
You never know how far you'll get.

Take the light with you and run.
Know that time will see it through,
Gather and start the run.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

I wonder if the silence will ever cease
If either one will take a chance
If either one will be unafraid to soar

Monday, January 29, 2007

Lust is a leech
Crawling in your belly, Pulling itself up every
So slowly, till it grasps your heart
Till you're slick with jealousy.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

We see and yet we do not recognize that in another's smile we share the beating of the universe and the longing for eternity's promise.

The Quiet At Noon

You are precious despite the confusion that surrounds me.
Believe in me when I say, I will be there for you.

You are my North Star, my evening's rest.
You are Dawn's embrace, my gentle wakening.

My son, within you is the seed of greatness,
Within you is the heart of a warrior.
A Warrior for the Light.
A Beacon in the Dark.

My son, you are my bastion of innocence,
You carry with you my hopes and aspirations.

Trust in me to pave the way for you.
Let me carry you through the mist
Until my feet fail and my breath leaves.
For you I brave the unquiet.

My son, the time is near,
But I, I will never leave you.

In the passing of days we see the unfolding of Light.
The becalming of rage and of unquiet.
In the passing of days we see the unfolding of His mystery.

In truth, Time, is another word for Faith.
And when all the walls have been swept away,
His will, Will be done.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

The wherewithal to know the difference.
Keeping integrity despite misconceptions,
Many many people only see what they want
Many many women only cry when touched.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Doves cry where there is naught.

Monday, December 18, 2006

what is love
that between a man and a woman?
precious and true--to grow from scratch
promises
meeting
testing
seeing time for what it really is.
I see it in movies,
in books, in the walking.

In between tears I see it.
where is peace?
love, is a disappearing act.
visiting hearts,
relationships,
toward the lighting of candles
toward the quiet sleep, hands held.

thank you
tonight
tomorrow
'til time slows down.

the music though, will never stop.

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

I light the path tonight with an offering of trust,
A semblance of order and chanted prayer.
I burn the myrrh before we walk
And cast salt to sinister.

I am shod in new straw sandals,
Though I carry an umbrella of sorrow.

These things balance out the coming walk.
Forsooth, we have waited too long to set out,
And preparations are for naught.
For dawn has come and burnt my skin.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Waxen

Anthuriums are a delight.
Waxy hearts aflutter
Yellow souls straining to sun.

We say many things,
That hearts collide when fear meets desire.
That lying is but another face of the truth.

There are so many reasons and ways,
To trick the soul into seeing something else.
Into believing that a heart is a substitute for
A pain unremembered.

Truly, it takes one to talk another's fear into place.
And another to create a need for urgency.
The combination of the two though,
Is deafening.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Divided, the merchants that run this enterprise.
A ship of fools and a caravan of vagabonds.
Trinkets and geegaws for trade.
Not for sale they say. Not for sale.
The only commerce here, is in souls.

Friday, December 8, 2006

For he will see the earth,
Like a prophet's son, striding the desert.

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Trick me into flying,
Its been far too long since September.
Haven't we done everything right?

Tell me where to fall off and what to skip,
Cause i've hung them out to dry,
My wings of wax are brittle with age.

Monday, December 4, 2006

Sati
Immolate me.
This life has grown weary without him-
The sun a dull disc,the days a dim memory,
There is only ash to eat.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

Right now i see with stephen dedalus' heart and await the burning,
the deadly inertia that follows.

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For after this silence she has blossomed into some kind of monster

Friday, December 1, 2006

You are a sigh in the wind,
The scent of fall in the morning mist,
The cry of a dove at sunset.

The promise of dawn
And midnight's release.

I am truly loved.
Does the rain and sky not show me,
Clothed in mist and garbed in gray?

I am the patient celestial,
In the dusk and twilight of yesterday,
Cocooned in silver and gold

These things come with time.
The gliding of moons and passing of suns,
These jeweled moments.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Trade me in for a lark
I'm sure you'll get twice that
For the penny, for the pound.

Twist off the accessories
The shiny paper, Discard.
The picture on the side, Ignore.
Discard that white tag.

Always something better--
In every cereal box of desire.
Plastic fun for everyone.

I hear a humming,
A throbbing of minutes to hours.
Perchance, to find a process
Of happiness in numbers.

These are my symbols

The crying child
The waking moon
Water falling
Rain finding its way
The passing of days
And trickling of hours
A quality of light
The caressing
Numbers to count
The first son
The woman behind
Under the sun
And over the moon

They say art imitates life.
We are clearly mistaken.
Life imitates art.

4 am

Under velvet and sin
I see nothing but jealousy
Beneath neon and grim
The walker sees all.

Trimming fat with glee
This walking leaves me restless
Finds me unquiet
Needing crimson before light.

I keep the witching hour clean
With burnt offerings
An empty stomach
An even emptier soul.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

We Hate The Ones We Love

Comments under breath,
Gnashing teeth at the very thought
Of missing words, Deliberate

This game ruthless people play,
Liberate, the unsaid sound
Pictures with different heads and hands

Moments that we take for granted,
Bite your tongue at the very thought
Of lost parts and missing things

Monday, November 27, 2006

Tricky Me

I dance to the man's music.
He does not see me flash
The mad, mad grin of insolence.

I wear placards of pasteboard,
Their movements keep me in line.
Heavy with glitter, they keep me safe,
From dwelling, from prying.

The questions glisten like dew,

A staccato grin here and there.

Keeping my fingers crossed,

Geppeto couldn't care less.

You see the question is,

(Always has been)

Are you my Blue Fairy?

Farther Than Signposts

You travel very far.

Farther than most, just to see me cry.
Closer than sin, keeping me company in difficulty.
Tripping against the day the walls fall.
Caressing the little stones we've broken down.
Breaching the tide of naught, the crimson belly of silt.
Footprints pushed down, pushing us up.

Are you weary? Rest your head on my arm.
Here. Let me cradle you in my heart.
It may be yet another day,
The signposts still have to grow.

Let me walk with you.

Seven Steps

The first we take with infinitesimal care,
Slowly, slowly seeking out breaths.

The second we take dying inside,
having spent it all and found it wanting

At the next, we stop to look at the light-
Flashing prettily, blinded by reason's calling.

After that we shake it off,
Inhale and exhale, rushing to the beating of a heart.

The fifth one dizzies us with fear,
Stymies us with jagged reflections of future days come.

The sixth we take with hope and trepidation,
Stepping to godforsaken joy. Seven ways down.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

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Under the sun
Over the moon

Talking about nothing and everything at all

We take it a step farther than most

Every time

On the top of a hill
Every time

Past the night into day.

Monday, November 20, 2006

A Litany For Safekeeping

Keep me secret, keep me safe. This time around I want to let go.
Take me places I thought I had lost--I want to let go.
Warm my pictures with your hands, I don't want them burned or forgotten.
Touch me whenever you see me, I want to remember the heat of your skin.
Tell my stories to water poured into a cup, drink it to keep them safe.
Dream of me at night, I will meet and kiss you there.
Keep my name on your lips, but only there, knowing you is enough.
Live each day with me, when I feel you, I feel alive.

Keep me secret, keep me safe. This time around I want to let go.
But, tell me when to stop, or else tell me no. You consume me every time we talk.

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I'm afraid you might catch me staring,
You may see the desire in my eyes.

I'm sure you see the delight in my voice,
The very thought of you makes me smile.

I want it slow. Just between us, a secret treasure.
I want it now. Just between us, a shared desire.

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Through quiet we see
(After meeting by chance)
The days flow into a single message.

With each sun, We feel
Friendship's warm advance.
Lines filling each page.

In truth--Today--I know
The freedom of having you
Sailing with me in stillness.

In truth--Now you know
The first page of a heart well kept
A vessel filled with light and rain.

Here then is the start of our story,
The beginning of Friendship

13nov2006