Che' Dolore!

THE POIGNANT REALITY of this attacks' asault on my body

when none watches

the grass still grows
so do your nails
the stories and trails
past memories distant
seeming so, near
like a lens
it distorts time
bends it
colors it
happier


mefr 12/30/08

when none watches

help ...!

i'm SO sick. Sound hurst, light hurts ... smells hurt ... and I've been so sure i could do it alone ... and that hurts most of all --- i can't ...

i can't crinkle my nose cause that hurts from the fall ... everythime the pain goes up -- so does the nauseau -- i can't keep treack of it all ... and it hurts SO much

boo

i did this to me :(

seeking the stillness i discarded so, casually

so much

mom! surgeries, hospitals, love & ;life

readings, poetry, mirrors and smoke and falsehood & reality

car accidents, falls, attacks

all kinds, steroids, clash of ego's

working to keep my center

breathe kindness rest

think green meditate

i'm 40!!!! i've decided not to suffer anymore! wanna help?

finalmente! on waiting list since august of 2007

I'm going to get implants! I've been on the wait list at the dental school since 2007. The intial consult will be this Monday, yikes! Ultimately, they will do the procedure for way less $$ and I will be providing a service to the student, too! But, it must start this Monday! So, I wonder can I take on the 9mos, at least, procedure and manage to be there for mom, too?

Well, at this point I'm forging ahead and getting the xrays they need, thanks to my fabulous dentists office on a day when they're ordinarily closed. YAY! (shhh) Dr. Higashi and crew -- who've become , some of my extended family, they've been fo good with me and my teeth and soul.

So, I'm forging ahead and praying my angels we'll be at my side to make it all happen, as it should. Moms' surgery has been scheduled for the 18th of November.

if you wanna know more call me ... or keep watching

Ants

'Just what made that little ol' ant
think he could move a rubber tree plant . . . '
High Hopes Song music: Jimmy Van Heusen, lyrics: Sammy Cahn.

A childhood song
inspired watercolor she found in a box
left to accumulate the dust of that passage of time she'd
endured 'sopra visuta' absorbed into her
made a part of her she wondered now, at the bruise
how had she sustained this damage;
not known of its force so obvious to others.
The stress fractured her soul
She'd long since grown tired of her own bellowing
and if her mother died she doubted anyone would come
looking for the girl who cried
wolf


mefr 10/19/08