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When it comes to peace, how would you describe yourself?
I feel the pain in the world
What do you believe are the 'burning issues' today?
War, Hunger, Poverty, Education, Our Planet, Violence, Our Shrinking Freedom
What must we overcome to achieve peace?
Fear
More
Fear drives greed, hatred, disconnection, apathy, irony, inability or disinclination to be present, to be satisfied with the present.
Can we change the world?
Definitely
More about me
I'm just awakening to my sense of action. Realising that what interests and abilities I have, mostly built around my voice; poetry, storytelling, arguing and explaining, can be put to greater uses, that I can become greater by using them for the greater good, that the greater good is I and you, divinity or power or whatever you want to call it is a function of relationships, interconnections, not individuals.
Promise to respect others and refrain from spamming?
Yes
And there’s a screaming like nothing ever known before like mountains tumbling down like billions of atoms being pounded into place by tiny hammers an explosion your whole soul streaming through the gaps of your body fingers of rain winding upwards home a sudden swimming tadpole darkness and then huuuunh
You wake up and you’re alive, you wake up and you’re alive and you eat honey, and there’s milk,

There’s a path of thighs you’re screaming naked and those things in your head, you have no way of letting them go, letting anyone know. Is that the show?

You grow and grow and grow and the world rolls. And there’s a time you’re learning walking again you’re holding the woman’s hand. Sunlight bursts like hot jam everywhere and you’re happy. Happy. Your toes petal to the sunshine in your everholding guts and fingertips stroke cold seeds into treebursts everything bursts under the waves the waves of clean washing Salt. That’s the show. No.

Someone comes takes your map of the world tears it into tiny pieces. Says if you look I’ll kill you. Run, I’ll kill you. Stay too still, I’ll kill you. End you. I’ve written all over you. I know how you work. (But he doesn’t know. If he did he’d curl up in the corner neverspeak no more for knowing what he’d made.) Years and years you learn to watch yourself, cut off pounds of flesh hold them in your palms for easy feeding/easy offering. Learn to laugh on an ice floe. Learn invisibility from the tip of your nose.
Sometimes people walk by before you’ve switched your face on. It gets harder and harder to say hello. You squander so many offers and opportunities of love: physical, visual, tactile, olfactory, aural, medicinal, and unashamedly musical, that the universe could be forgiven for not inviting you anymore, but it’s not capable of stopping.
Is that your soul? No.

That kernel of buttery nuclear light (that man inside you) so alive every single piss he takes is a prayer, whole body splayed to the heavens all face scrunched popping knee jerking knuckle jiving smiling joy like that angel he’s been waiting on for so long has finally kicked him up the arse and it’s glorious. He’s flying. And every night-sweat is a grateful river sinking into hotwet female earth and every blink a universe promised and delivered unwrapped once more. That man for whom every kiss is a cannonball hanging, is waxwings singeing in the solar sexuality of tongues; for whom every prayer is a universe kissing its sister, is an ant pushing Tartarus up a hill; that man for whom reproduction is that prayer for that ant (for that sisterkissing universe) because he knows that universes get lonely sometimes too. Believing that their borders are real.

And he cannot speak until he stands in front of you, the black-hole in his mouth and the knuckles in his shoulders boil as his wings unfold wings unroll composed of the tapestry of tongues that you feed his soul and he comes undone when he lets it flow
And the solar son-daughters caught in gravity’s pull feel the clay dance up to catch them all if they should ever stumble, and their humble bodies just let the ground go, and we breathe wings around each others shoulders through another nightfall

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Though there are torturers/ There are also musicians

Posted on January 27, 2009 at 1:58pm 0 Comments

Though there are torturers in this world

There are also musicians



from a poem by Michael Coady









A city that the sun has staked to the ground and dared to survive. A city that hums with the silent impact of thousands of rolling miles of sand waves washing round it.

A poet is woken in a woman’s bed, woken by the sound of her husband crashing his huge body against the door and roaring. The poet leaps from the window and goes flying across rooftops,… Continue

I've given birth to myself

Posted on January 22, 2009 at 4:47pm 1 Comment

I’ve given birth to myself in muddy fields

Sweaty crowds dancefloors

Of Achilles heels

Open throats and eyes

Inky outcrops of rock

Slumping into the sea

Thinky fingerprint stained

Sheets of paper



I’ve

Been reborn as me

More times than there are names for god

There are monasteries devoted

To notating tabulating remembering

And celebrating my birthdates

My star charts expand in fractal arcs

Astrologically… Continue

Poetry, Power, Intention, Attention.

Posted on January 6, 2009 at 2:35pm 0 Comments

I know this is very long and the attention span and patience seem to diminish online, but there's a lot of food for thought in it and I'd welcome any comments.





POETRY, VOICE AND POWER, INTENTION AND ATTENTION.



Human beings are born with voices, born with throats tongues mouths and ears, and a want and waste of words to try to capture or release what lies beneath them. Our voices are vessels, ships or kites which can catch something, some reflection, some shadow, of… Continue

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At 12:03pm on March 8, 2009, Aaditya Shakya said…
Hi
I'm Aaditya from India
I am a film student

I have made a video on world peace
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly4bDl0ulf4

Plz watch it and comment and rate it!!!

please add this video to your blog/website/myspace/facebook account


.

Plz join my group on facebook http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=54261082633 and http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/group.php?gid=64551173328
At 12:02pm on March 8, 2009, Aaditya Shakya said…
Hi
I'm Aaditya from India
I am a film student

I have made a video on world peace
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly4bDl0ulf4

Plz watch it and comment and rate it!!!

please add this video to your blog/website/myspace/facebook account


.

Plz join my group on facebook http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=54261082633 and http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/group.php?gid=64551173328
At 4:37pm on January 22, 2009, sabine said…
hello dave
its an honour for me you acepted to be friend with me.
THANK YOU.
.....one more chance,
one more facette that shows up in my outside
to make resonanz with this part of me, my
inner dave....my chance to invite one more peace
of my wholness.....that was alway there, i hopefully
get the chance to feel,realize,allow, through you...
thank you
i am happy
i send you love
s

At 12:23am on January 20, 2009, Clemens said…
Love is always present, in the world, in nature, in us. What changes is our realisation of it.
Sending you a heartful smile from nature, dear Dave.
love without end, Sandavala

 
 
 

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