I Saw a Path

I saw a path that led down
to water, stones, ground
My shirt was damp
I felt the beginning of cramps
I pushed myself further not knowing what lay ahead
a straight path, hill or a winding bend

The Public

I'd rather read a book of tragedies than turn a page to my lifeless soul.
Shut away emotion which comes to the surface at the most inconvienient times, bubbling over into rage when I can't be alone with shadowed memories.
A lifetime spent running, though I did not know it till now.
Each new hurt a repeat of the deepest, now unable to hide I cry for the public.
But the public has no time for my pain, nor I.

Worldwide Good News - Good for You, Good for the World

Just wanted to share this link to Worldwidegoodnews. I'm so excited that this website is out there and all the good news is being shared. Yay positive vibrations. Check it out and feel good today. xoxo

Worldwide Good News - Good for You, Good for the World

The Sharks are Circling

The sharks are circling, swimming in and in
I have so much fear all I see is fins

The judges’ deliberation comes to a still
I’m full, and I can’t wait to be refilled

Haven’t laughed in years, I smile all the same
Used to have a spirit that circles couldn’t tame

Sell me a key that turns back future time
A tranquilizer that goes down with lime

The secret is in success I can hide behind
No one enjoys a woman with a strong mind

Spiritual Guidance

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What do Women want?

I was going through my emails trying to find some old poems that I've written and I found this one, that I didn't write. But, it has special significance to me nonetheless because it brought me back to a time when I was in such a loving relationship and I thought it was going to last forever. It didn't last forever, but today of all days I needed to be reminded that despite everything that happened, I need not doubt the love he had for me. ~x


"What Do Women Want?"
by Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

Riding the Roads

Part I



A Telephone call on a Tuesday



A familiar stranger’s voice on the line

Wants to get reacquainted over coffee and a bumpy ride along city side roads



I consider and contemplate the situation

His voice has the ring of sincerity, a brave attempt to win me.



Could have gotten the sound of a click and a resounding dial tone in his left ear for the effort



I consent to coffee and conversation and commit to nothing.



Besides, what do I have to lose except my self-respect?



Part II



Coffee Shop Conversation and Other Absurdities



We sit in the coffee shop

Across from each other

Him, by the window, the city lights shining over his shoulder

Separated by a silver napkin holder,

My medium one and one decaf

And his steeped tea with half the amount of milk



We discuss my choice of nail polish

It is called Espionage but I don’t think the name is suitable

So

I rename the color Grapesh

He thinks the hue rather Mauvish



It is then that he offers to paint my toenails the same color so my fingernails and toenails will match

What an alluring proposition!

The thought of him bent over my feet carefully stroking my toenails with purple paint

Excites and turns me on.



I think, does he have a foot fetish?

Perhaps his only motive is to get me in a reclining position

With my feet precariously naked, lifted in the air

Waiting for the polish to dry





Part III



Riding the Roads with Dangerous Desires



Sitting beside you, riding in your car



Staring at the black starry eyed darkness thinking of

Strappy sandals with purple painted toenails peeking out





You: concentrate on driving over the pot-holed road

Occasionally you say something silly or otherwise, make a passing comment

Or reach over to turn the radio up an alarming volume.



It is then that you glance at me: quickly, appraisingly.

Sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a questioningly quizzical expression



I sit, warm and full in the heat of your vehicle.

My body heavily heaves at the thought of you reaching over to

Touch my knee, stroke my leg or brush my arm with your long cigarette stained fingers.



I can hardly breathe.

The air is full of the question of sex.

When, where, how?



My favorite part of the evening is when you move your hand to change gears

The way you confidently grasp the stick forward and backward makes me think of something similar



I stare too long

Too comfortable in the silence of sexual thought.



I bite my bottom lip

Debate telling him I want more than conventional sex



I fantasize about him taking what he wants, not asking for it



I imagine us grasped in each others arms rocking together as a boat rocks upon the ocean’s tumultuous waves during a wondrous winter storm



When I think of him I think naughty thoughts which should make me blush

But don’t.



I want to describe my desires to him,

Watching the crimson flood to his serious face

And his bespeckled eyes start with surprise