| |

love them anyway

ByKymberlee

on the other side

some people are crazy
obsessive, cruel and so sad
love them anyway

keep your windows closed
doors with locks from the inside
love them anyway

with heart protected
the fire warm and tended
love them anyway

Similar Posts

| | | | |

with flaming swords

ByKymberlee

Qasida of the Woman Prone by Federico Garcia Lorca To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without reeds, pure form, closed to the future, confine of silver. To see you naked is to understand the desire of rain that looks for the delicate waist, or…

| | | | | |

copious grace and other preciousness(ness)

ByKymberlee

Today: periwinkle flowers painted with rain drops dance-walking for a mile with my bright pink umbrella signs of spring bursting from the cold earth deep holding and sweet play with my girl on the bus sweet compliments and loving support from dear friends Persian trance music seeing and writing with new eyes dancing and more…

| | |

Aries Birthday Haiku

ByKymberlee

Swimming by Skablins on Grooveshark I went out to Nectar to see some live music and do some celebrating with a friend last night and saw this band, the Skablins. So much fun! Later, we were in the outdoor area and the rain was falling so earnestly but was also somehow soft and fragrant. I…

| | |

no earning necessary

ByKymberlee

Something I have learned recently that perhaps others have always known but is a revelation to me: I don’t have to earn love. I can say no and still be lovable. I can just be me and still be lovable. Nobody has to need me for me to be lovable. I don’t have to nurture…

dance of joy
| | | | | |

dance of joy

ByKymberlee

I wrote this song with words/content from some Facebook friends today.  I’m gonna be singing it tonight at A Creative Commons Celebration hosted by The Seattle Star.  Here are the lyrics if you want to sing along: Today I dance a dance of joy For my ancestors and yours I wanna break down these walls…

angel of the quake [or the patriarchy is crumbling]
| | | | |

angel of the quake [or the patriarchy is crumbling]

ByKymberlee

angel of the quake she clings to his leg holding up the fractured pillars (white marble with purple veins) she clings to him looking up with such devotion (the master feeds her) she clings to his leg holding on to a crumbling world she is in the rubble now her hands bleeding seeking his eyes…