SMILE THERAPY 46

Smile Therapy 46

I am in smile therapy
knowing I can feel the
love.

Happy New Year to
all my readers
TJKG

POCKETS OF TIME

"Ever notice how ' What the hell' is always the right answer." Marilyn Monroe

Pockets of Time

They found Marilyn

in the nude--

ordinary as milk,

or exotic as an orchid,

or caught between lips

which whisper

words that

paint immortalized pictures.

Pictures lost in a matrix

of twisted vines

latticing despair

and laughter,

birthing love and hate

in the pigment of fading time.

TJKG

 

IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE CHRISTMASY AT SCHOOL

It’s Supposed to be Christmasy at School.

Bambi’s  pooled eyes knows to fear the gun shot;

a gun took his mother’s life.

A child knows to fear guns, to fear real guns.

Black metal, gun powder, a trigger finger …

Guns take.

One shot will take a classmate,

A teacher,

A friend,

A mother,

A father,

An uncle, A cousin,

His enemy,

His brother,

His sister.

And now there is more than

GUNS—

There is fear

where there was safety…

Where there was learning,

there is pain…

Unimaginable pain is

when  tears fall on

the unexplained.

There is blood stained

on tiled floors,

dripping from colorful poster-board--

children scrambling, hiding under desks.

There is not time for lock-down drill.

The practiced routine,

the pledge of allegiance to the flag.

Line up for massacre,

the lunch bell rings--

the church bells weep.

A man.

A man.  A terrorist.

A man,  

is running through the halls

with a

gun,

a gun,

a real gun.

The noise is deafening.

The shot.

The shooting.

The screaming.

The scream.

We are crying.

The rotations of the

ricocheting bullets

puncturing softly into

the dewy skin of your kin, and then

there is coagulated silence,

where only the heartbeat

of the living witness and struggle to keep on living.

tjkg

There is no sense there is only documentation. Let each soul that is lost to tragedy rest in peace.

SMILE THERAPY 45

I pray for the families who wont see their children or their parents this morning as if they are my own.

Smile Therapy 45

I am in smile therapy
as my children come
down the stairs this morning.

TJKG
If you have a moment watch this shot clip-
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=Hzgzim5m7oU&vq=medium

12-12-12

12-12-12


Let us take this day and make it the beginning of our end. Let us take the monumental number to celebrate our awakening as spiritual beings in quest for peace, harmony, and change. I find the number 12 follows us through history and is a natural resting place from the spiritual to the mundane. Take a moment on 12-12-12 and pray for peace for our planet and harmony for upcoming change.

12 months in a year. 

12 tribes of Israel

12 gods of Olympus 

12 old testament prophets

12 hours on a clock face.

12 inches in a foot.

12 strikes to bowl a perfect game.

12 people have walked on the moon.

12 face cards in a deck.

12 days of Christmas.

12 apostles of Jesus.

12 signs of the Zodiac.

12 pairs of ribs in humans. 

12 represents harmony 

1 is yang 2 is yin equaling balance

SMILE THERAPY 44-- SERVA ME ET TE SERVABO

Smile Therapy 44

Monday morning Smile Therapy goes like this:

I am in smile therapy when I learn 
it is 11:30 p.m. Monday in FUNAFUTI and it is 6:30 a.m.
here in PHILADELPHIA.  I want to go to
Funafuti in the South Pacific where the sun has already set
and the FUNafuti has begun.

TJKG  --And thank you to all the people who read my blog--
I am honored to have hit 10,000 views on Friday. : )

 

CAIN'S MARK

“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” – Proverb

Cain’s Mark

These marks

on the surface of my

skin have begun to

run and form tunnels

to my heart.

Those marks, coy as

shy tears

and dysfunctional lies,

wrangle with the

raped raw

arteries of my life

pushing blood to

those marks from

red stinging

finger tips, crashing

on the surface of my flesh,

leaving

a road map

to my magnum opus.

The mark, the fingerprint,

the passionate bruise,

the blood;

the symbols of my heart

are the bull’s eye for

my marks-woman’s rifle--

a bullet giving birth to

my stricken life,

fallen,

cursed,

risen,

and found

to be the score of my purpose.

The marks are now on my bones,

in my breath,

inscribed on my sword,

touched by my dignity,

and guided by my strength to

lead these scars forward.

TJKG

SMILE THERAPY43-- OOPS ON TUESDAY

Smile Therapy 43

I am in smile therapy
with this practical statement--

"Since everything is in our heads, 
we had better not lose them."
 Said Coco Chanel to Ken.

SMILE THERAPY 42

Smile Therapy 42

I am in smile therapy
even when I can't think
of anything to smile about!

Please share a smile with me.

TJKG

MEDIEVAL CODE OF FAITHFULNESS

Medieval Code of Faithfulness

A black and white of Earhart,

(hung above pearled porcelain tiles)

her stoic eyes read a fate in the sky,

a fate written on equalities’ hidden water;

no exceptions for the life of the woman.

Before morning has started,

stored on flash memory,

I fade into a hallow hallway—

silently moving along time,

finding myself a part of the dark chamber,

displaced out of their family pictures—

Mother and Father--

still faces hold history,

own dignity of choice,

posed hands passing secrets,

souls unknown to my mind.

Breath strapped in my step as my

eyes shutter the light of

the open bathroom door.

                                       Amelia’s fate

is understood; 

a rounded woman sits in my frame.

Her legs spread,

white paper magnified,

black curls fallen, and

blood.

TJKG

SMILE THERAPY 41

Smile Therapy 41

I am in smile therapy
when I get to go home.

TJKG

REELING AND HUNKERING

REELING AND HUNKERING

(Under Sandy’s Fire)

Rise up in distress,

descend in compassion--

I used to hang out as a blond.

Controversial and twisted,

a hurricane of night’s questions--

not much could shake me--

                                           now--

other than life, or one glimpse of death.

Life is a language of red lines and fallen trees,

a quiet way, a convincing fire to demand a step aside.

She is a resurrection of her windy sin,

a sheath of rain reflecting.

Her soul’s body is listening to

the crank of hell left in my heart--

a callous which no longer defines me,

time’s evanescence  tunes the morning light.

I will not be my own burden--

rummaging through the

dialect of guilt—

it was a moment when the bars in my heart

began to melt.

She looked at me last night

and questioned her meaning;

I looked at her today and

understood mine.

If I speak too loudly, I will be the prisoner.

If I walk too hard, I will crack.

I remember in the quiet of midnight

the owls’ unfathomable flight.

TJKG