...early morning
that has been the nature
these nocturnal grumblings
no sleep
no sleep
and still I promise less
do more
walk under the shadow of myself
creak
window and door alike
fenetre
port
ouvrir
jump fool
or I'm a gonna push you
push me one more time
and see what happens
I will come
if you promise me
that you won't promise me
revelation sunshine
after dark
is mad you mad?
child with blue fingers
by the time you wake up
I will be up up and away
in a place called Santa Cruz
California
and I are close friends
it seems
we walk hand over toe
into these mornings
happening twice
from coast to coast
New York first
now another coast calls
familiar
promise me
that you wont
promise me
revelation ain't no sunshine
ain't no sunshine when she leaves
promises presented in a futile basket
laced with
nothing said
really
hints
allegations of things insinuated
nuanced to seem sophisticate
yellow tail
I do not like the harsh swig
of that kangaroo
full of hidden promises
inside a pouch I cannot see
I like to see the future
clear like the lenses
of a new camera
looking at you
through the optics of these semantics
why do we pay so
dearly for such small pleasures
seemed like they were
mammoth once
promise me revelation
sunshine
the day will always begin
anew
whitewash a past tatted with floral
wreaths
bury me
insane under the dark covers
of peace
drowning
would be beautiful
Virginia and how she longed for a room
with some sort of view
an opening
to see her other half through
night and why I cannot fall alseep
easy
too many things
so few hours
between me
and how I wish I could love my body
bleeding
humbled hanging
from a ledge I refused to jump through
tonight
there are other things to attempt
tomorrow
it comes even
unbidden it comes
the glow of things not yet
spoken
it comes in drunken waves of wanting nothing
but how you laugh at how I say
words like timbre
and I laugh
at hruskian
and no one says
hruskian
who would say something like that
of a wine the island sophisticates
drink class
tumbling from their
uptight toes
noses
not quite straight
but they will do
I suppose
me thick lipped
accidentally exposed myself as me
and now people
wish me roses
on my birthday
and who would have thought
I would have friends
I have not met
yet
sisters in places that look like
caves
prairies
wooded bits of women who care
more than they would ever admit
in such exhibitionistic
luxury
in the quiet
after the light seeps pink over Santa Barbara Mountains
they write
smile inside
whisper things I dare not repeat
seat themselves
permanent in my heart
they become the better part of my best intents
I am me
but only because you are here
woman/sister/heart-beat
drum woman
roar lucid with me
inside me
hold me
curled up inside me
mid-spine
napes
next time
no
we still got time here
now in this lifetime
lucid
revelation
here comes the sun
clouded by that brilliant gray
silver is nothing but gray
polished clean
lucid
sunshine revelation
promise me
you won't
promise me
till the next madness,
Staceyann
hey, thinking of you in the snow. nice to see your journal again. i will call soon to talk to you about the delays, i think that we can still make it work. i stayed up late to get ani's new album- run to get it, its rich and has long arms.
blessings
e
Woman who are you....Our Shero
You have a way with words that can seep so deep into ones soul
You are a miracle walking on this planet we call earth
So many lives have come undone with your words
They say the truth will set you free
It has set me free
Your truth have a way of doing just that
So many are hidden and afraid lack of support
You are that support when families turn against you or close friends
your words are always there
It feels good to know you are not alone
With your voice my sisters are becoming more courageous
They are no longer alone I am no longer alone
You words remind me of the drums
They have a way of taking you places you never thought of venturing
Your body moves without knowing you are moving
I am remembering your grace when you perform and the tranquil atmoshpere
Amazing as it may seem you body flows with your words
Your body takes on each story that you bring forth when you perform
Powerful words
I will be dancing with you and your words
Paradise Lost
For Immediate Release
January 20, 2005
Contact: Tony Lee
(240) 476-0469, tony@dcoutfront.org
– For thousands of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) Jamaicans, home is no paradise. –
The DC OUTfront Action Team, Amnesty International USA (AIUSA), The Jamaica Forum for Lesbians, All-Sexuals & Gays (J-FLAG), the Human Rights Campaign (HRC), Human Rights Watch (HRW), and Gays and Lesbians in Foreign Affairs Agencies (GLIFAA) invite you to join us for a public forum featuring 2 speakers from J-FLAG, where we will come together to discuss homophobic violence and ways to demand justice from Jamaican authorities.
In Jamaica, violent of crimes against the LGBT community, including rape, beatings, and even murder, are reported each year. Prominent recording artists incorporate graphic references to homophobic violence in their music. And government leaders refuse to address the issue.
One group is speaking out. The Jamaica Forum for Lesbians, All-Sexuals & Gays (J-FLAG) will be appearing in Washington, DC to tell their stories of pride, struggle and courage in the face of injustice. Come learn what's happening in Jamaica, and what you can do about it.
When: Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Reception at 7:00 PM, Program at 7:30 PM
Where: Equality Center, The Human Rights Campaign
1640 Rhode Island Ave NW, Washington, DC 20036
This event is free and open to the public. For more information, please contact the DC OUTfront Action Team at info@dcOUTfront.org or (202) 390-7888, or visit www.dcOUTfront.org.
Bios of the J-FLAG Speakers, as well as descriptions of the above organizations, are available to the media upon request.