Moojo Cafe

sore/soar

if i wasn't so sore
i could soar
not sore like i've
overworked my muscles
sore like i've
overworked my ego
who has time to
work on having a fit
body when it takes
so much energy to
have a fit?

you know how someone
will say 'i'm really steamed!'
think about that
think about stepping into
a steam bath and just
letting all that built-up
tension melt away
then think about what it
means to get really
steamed over something
one's about the release
of tension and one's
about building it up...
and containing it

no wonder i'm sore

quitting

i mean it this time
no, really
this is it
for real
no more hemming
and hawing
no more wishy-washy
B.S. this time i
really mean it!

~ Quitters affirmation

curve

the curve of the earth
the arc of the horizon
what lies beyond sight lines?
what bends beyond eyesight?
that which we cannot see
holds sway over
our dominion that which
we cannot hear
unsettles our nerves
threatens our beliefs
finds us defending
our views even when
they're held without being
able to see the
opposition
we stand firmly in our faith
that what we hold
to be true is fact
stand firmly in our
belief that sides
must be chosen
battle lines must be drawn
arms must be
taken up to take down
the other

but what if instead of
placing our energy on
defending our borders both
external and internal
what if instead of seeking
vengeance on those
who dare to differ
we let our eyes relax
and bend with the horizon
what if we begin to
focus on the far distance
instead of the tips of
our noses
what if instead of seeing
the world as a mass
of linear sharp angles
we begin to bend with
the earth begin to
appreciate her curves

parallel universe

my life is so rich
no, not this one
not the one you see
(or think you do)
the other one
that one over there
in a parallel universe

don't give me that look
don't pretend you
don't have one too
we all do
don't we?

i used to visualize
a place...over there
thinking my other life
took place some place
outside of me
until it dawned on me
that even though that
other universe is inside
my head it's no less
real a place no less
of a destination

i'm a writer there
funny how i save 'real'
writing for the parallel
place and just write
poetry in 'real' life (heh)
i'm a photographer
there too and i make
short films (that's what
makes the parallel universe
such a fab place...i have
all the right equipment
there...everything i need)

in the parallel place i
live in my own weird combo
city that's a mix of new york
san francisco paris new orleans
malibu and mayberry
a newparciscobuberryleans
if you will

my homestead is a
quirky melange of styles
an undefinable hybrid home
that combines elements of
an Airstream an 18th century
French Quarter flat a beach
house a tent a rustic cabin
a coffee house and a
drive-in theater

i live right on the ocean
river lake stream (because
in my parallel universe they're
one and the same)

i host salons there
we do readings and have
open mic nights and do
fun stuff for the kids
they particularly like our
campfire movie nights
(i'm kind of fond of them
too) the walls are filled
with an ever-changing gallery
of art of all types (i do
mixed-media myself)

it's kind of a cool place
my parallel universe
maybe i'll invite you over
sometime

faithful

i can feel myself losing
my religion losing my faith
losing my grip on that
bedrock that foundation
that keeps me solid
i can't turn to a pastor
there's no preacher
in sight i can't set foot
inside a church or turn
to a congregation for
solace and support
there's no offering being
taken up on my behalf
no prayers being said
except inside my head
because the only faith
i filled myself with was
the one of divine self
when i promised to love
honor and cherish i
wasn't looking at you
i was looking in a mirror
and when the faithful
are no longer full of faith
there's only one place
to turn...and that's
inside

fantasy

for as much as we like
to daydream and imagine
and visualize ultimate
outcomes and put images
on dream boards and
collage positive slogans
and write new life
scripts and make 1001 in
101 lists and plant seeds
of inspiration and
network like maniacs and
tout ourselves on the
internet and design new
business cards and come
up with creative business
plans and plan to let
go of the day job and
get ready to make the leap
we still sometimes forget
that once we do all of that
we still have to just...
do it

ferocious

you can be fierce
or you can be brave
or you can try to write
the right into place

you can be daring
and wish on the moon
or you can sing for yourself
an uncharted tune

you can be fearless
or you can be haughty
but nice knows it pales
when it stands next to naughty

you can be wise
and you can be giving
but reception's the foundation
for meaningful living

you can be a connector
or you can go it alone
but don't forget ferocious
and never forget to atone

identity

do i identify with my
identity or do i identify
with how you see me?
do i indemnify my
pedagoguery or crucify
my self-imagery?
do i morph into a
non-entity? does my
soul cry out obscenities?
do i stumble along
full of amenity?
or do i say fuck it all
and grab serenity?

outrageous

i suppose it's no accident
that rage lives inside
outrageous
we often think of it as
outlandish or overly
eccentric or over the top
forgetting that to feel
outrage is to feel so
enraged that it's hard to
keep it contained
within our bodies
sometimes we act like
calling someone outrageous
is a compliment a tip
o' the hat to someone who
has the balls to do or say
things we wouldn't dare
but isn't it really more of
a backhanded compliment
where by stamping that
label on someone we're saying
we really don't approve of
or condone what one is or
has become?  seems to
me that if one can go through
this life without ever
sparking outrage then maybe
one isn't really leading
a very interesting life

completion

what does it mean
to come full circle?  does it
mean to go back
to square one?
to reinvent oneself so much
that you're back to
the original canvas? 
or is it a spiraling
of layers?  is it like when
you peel an apple in
one fell swoop?  so that
even though the direction
is the same the depth
is not.  maybe the best
kind of full circle is done
where one keeps circling,
circling back around while
simultaneously treading
downward.  maybe full circle
means to dig deeper and
deeper until we finally
reach that seed place where
we can begin to bloom...
on the other side.