I'm checking it the whole time and find people's ideas, that energy and enthusiasm, so inspiring. You have to look outside—that's something I'm always saying, too. You've got to be careful in fashion not to end up talking to yourself, just trying to impress one another

bh

 

g-d does not demand more than we can handle

 

therefore all that he asks is all within our hands

 

yes within our capabilities

 

that means we can do it

 

with effort?

 

with joy.

 

With effort

 

to ask for help

 

to try and try again

 

to open up

 

to unleash

 

to let go

 

to allow

 

the hole to grow

 

into a Garden

 

bh

 

the hands are limp

the brain foillable

 

why?

 

do you match up

be you

and do

 

do do

do

 

 

do whats in your heart

what your hawk like brain

charges

 

run

 

run and jump

 

 

rear a-shamed
coal black
tied to the stake

i rub my face in
relief
in disbelief

you mean i
needn't tie myself
to here?

a tiny child
one and two
all the same

wind blowing
hair behind
the waves crashing

this is , she
says with a
wave of her hand,

fathers estate.
before your
very eyes.

preliminary draft

tips for listening

look
listen
love
smile
appreciate
agree
repeat
ask
take interest
take time to think about
see resolution
be silent
dont speak
just listen
empathize
take others's idea as your own
relate
if your emotions interfere go to intellect and stop your own ego
become overwhelmed with the other's predicament

bh

 

I crabdance

 

my knees bent

jumping

 

hands behind my back

 

my head dips and sways....

 

there, there

 

I give here, there...

 

please take....

 

 

continue the dance

 

heels up and then down like

a funny dance

 

clap behind my back

 

smirk...

 

 

continue down the road of life,

 

stop to admire a flower garden

 

there is no instant flower, nor apparent growth

 

no beauty under pressure

 

no soil so black

 

no life so white

 

just sweat hard work toil and in the end

pleasure

 

but that is always a luxury

 

 

Re: all in the name of health

which is a term that can chase its tail to eternity

and you will be left with, invariably.... health

like normal, only healthy. I guess it has a happier connotation

yah so reports are coming in, the opiate was found

its few drinkers... they are a small merry few

doling out the final, never ending, drops.

 

It is health, it is accessible

anywhere, anytime

inside of you

 

when you say 

goodbye 

to 

any

crutch

and 

fly 

all in the name of health

which is a term that can chase its tale to eternity

and you will be left with, invariably.... health

like normal, only healthy. I guess it has a happier connotation

yah so reports are coming in, the opiate was found

its few drinkers... they are a small merry few doling

out the final, never ending, drops.

 

It is health, it is accessible

anywhere, anytime

inside of you

 

when you say 

goodbye 

to 

any

crutch

and 

fly 

 

bh

 

shabbos

rest

 

the rest is

restless

 

unrelenting

 

thank g-d

 

Of mice and merry men

there are more to the cherry

 

blossom

cream

for the hair

for the face

 

for the hour

 

for me?

Provided

bh

 

 

Provided G-d has provided that provided I find a voice (which I have) I will share with you a vision of a provided, provided for world, provided.

 

So be it.

 

 

A world with a drive to one point.

The sun roof down the sunlight whipping with the wind and everything flies on its way to or away from our destination. Even pollen and stardust. And old mail. Sheaves, on the dashboard.

 

Run, run with the wind to the right place. Away, away from the darkness and decadence.

 

Come with me

 

 

the rain drops on my soft skin

 

embracing coldly

I know rain is life

and brings warmth, food

 

for now it's cold and I

am too

 

I am near the hearth

the stew is bubbling in the kitchen

the children play at my feet

I am embraced

with warmth

 

my skin is whole

I am allowed to feel

 

I think back to times of

pores and

lack of protection

 

A slicker

sillouette

modern pvc

chomp chomp chomp

grinding pavement

 

in a path to

destruction

 

bh

 

it threw everything up in the air

 

some dusty mites scurried for cover

 

others surrendered to the new state

 

of cleanliness

 

 

Ridden of hidden mites

 

no longer gnawing away at hidden

 

power

 

stronger, simpler to continue smiling

 

and hopefully,

 

loving

netoosha

 

rough palm

bh

 

we walk on

G-d's palm

 

We are born

anew

every moment

 

we exist because

He has a

plan

 

we are achingly

beautiful

 

we are

humans

firedance

now all

that is

left is

a burning

scar of

fragrant

flesh

 

the seared

mark of

sealed

fate

regret.

 

So it is

its perhaps

m'ladies

embarrassment

and hence

ego

therefore

illusion

or perhaps

innards

turning

inwards

 

retroactive displacement

of utter dispair

brokenness

i am so

embarrassed

 

 

 

a long journey

that never ends

to no-where

made alone

though thought

to be accompanied

 

no response

in the sea of

illusion.

omg

bh

Hey I just did xyz

and you know I am not sure

that is indicator

that, indeed, I am human.

Not message for fresh

meat to be devoured

like the call to all your friends

to the carnival

no the vulture eats

alone.

To see a carcass

and refuse a bite

is pure giving,

my friend.

The soul whispers

like embers

hovering off the ground

below.

So a bite but refuses

the soul

renews its life

and demands all in return

step off

step away.

I am life

and in life there is no

and boundaries

the eagle

slowly, reluctantly takes flight.

bh

Hello world,

this is member 6,800,000,001 speaking.

I am here, no doubt.

Wanted to tell you some serious things about planet earth, no more cynicism... you know what I mean.

So yah doubt turns returns rears its ugly head

and crossing paths

splitting seas

were free

So dance

and sing

to G-d with all

limbs

speak?

sing?

walk?

leap?

what can I

do

not enough for

my G-d?

Just be,

be be be

Just be.

Today there was freedom in the air

it smelled awfully like spring!

It is like the ocean with its bright colors

and relentless crashing hues

on the ocean floor

almost come to the fore

but the great white sea foam

grant it discretion

so the idiom irriddiom

is what blocks

may block

me from others

this great

style

of divide

I am human, too!

bh

flesh flared

combust

teared

 

merged

combined

now bust!

 

pink raw

gently

pitchfork...

I mean scalpel

 

 

tear away

tear, tear away

 

there wa no connection

 

there was!

 

there wasnt meant to be!

 

ouch!

bh

I can't believe I couldn't say "no!"
Especially since I know what is right!

I am smarting
my cheek still ringing
of love of love

a slap of love.

I will never forget
to sanctify G-d's name
in holiness.

be holy in your camp!

bh

I am ella

bh

i err

but i dont care

aww

back and again

back and again

 

lu-loolooloo

 

again and again

washhhh!

 

I cannot tolerate the invincible

and it is getting to me

 

 

I want to dominate that main principle

the prince that once set in

 

 

the yearning that is born of regret

and is swashed and begets

 

 

the monster that hides

the monster inside

 

the one that said goodbye

 

 

whispers

bh

 

cant even watch your step because the footsteps muddy sully unbalance and leave behind even when you turn around

dance and lift your step higher than you lower or extend it it is not there... maybe not.

 

in the forest the truth is the faintist whisper that runs to hide if you rustle

so follow it if you dare

but beware

be not there

or it wont be there.

lost

bh

Today-
I died.

My hopes
dreams

fantasies -

muted

to the duty
call
and rote.

The shell
of a person,
the adult
I knew
would
come.

My racing heart
stopped

My bated breath
resumed

My humanity
confirmed


Predictibility
eats away
at my narrow
frame
mission
gnaws at
my
heart

I loathe what I have become
My pout is fixed on my face.

At least allow the
philosphy
to filter through my
brain

Allow the innovative
streak
to be used.

The dancing aesthetic
revealed


Allow the teardrops to fall
the rain to dry up
the path to be
blazed -
on my own.

Grievances resolved
on cupped hands
and the beauty thought
to be- distilled.

A ferocious
sabre- slasher

agreeing with
no one

now climbs
the forest
ropes of reason?

acquiesance?

I smell the
scent of
seared flesh

a screaming soul's

last breath

rubbish!

bh

When life gives you steel spokes

speak as if you have or haven't

bespeaks poverty of conscience


Life is like an apple turnover

Somethings run up side down

and taste sweet-- the contrast

Is gratifying.