Monday, April 27, 2009

waiting for this moment...

Music: "Blackbird" by the Beatles

slideshow copyright Rhonda Prince 2009

for bea...wishing you happy days and crow kisses!

Saturday, April 25, 2009


I will ease your pain I will cure your hurt,
now I lay me down to sleep
but your magic I will keep
safe and protected
from eyes and ears
of those who don't understand

who don't see what I see
all I ask in return is a piece of redemption
from your fingertips





fall down weeping
in quiet halls of filth
and I will hold your head in my lapand whisper you
into sleep folded close to my heart which



Tomorrow will be the same

as today and yesterday

but still I know
you need to survive
trust me to bring you
sweet reposeand peace

Monday, April 13, 2009

light is faster than sound

are we the vessel or the light,
the consciousness or the body?
let the light shine through me
let me be the light
as I make this journey
to the sun
midst spiders and fish
let me mold and shape
the implements
that will lead me into midnight

Song credit: Light is faster than sound by Janis Joplin w/ Big Brother & the Holding Company© Rockland Music

Saturday, April 11, 2009

late nite quickenings

two men walking down the street

each one following the other

dressed in chartreuse suits and porkpie hats

They’ve been walking for days

a man in drag sits on the bench and watches

while an angel plays the fiddle on a balcony overhead

children run past wearing only their smiles

a woman shouts at no one

girls ride in blue buses, with a snake hissing overhead

No one seems to notice
the butcher sells mincemeat pies

while smoke pours out from office windows
People stand in the street discussing last year’s news

The angel throws her fiddle to the street

And the hands on the clock spin past the hours

while those that wait keep moving.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

walk this way

(written for browland's blog: visual organisms)

The earth moved today,

just slightly, a tiny jump

forward in the universe.

Enough to shake the

foundations and send

the moon crashing

into the ocean.

Fortunately she was sitting

on the edge of the galaxy,

balanced on the north star

when the shift occurred,

sparing her the upheaval

it would’ve caused

But tonight she will feel

the effects of the day,

pulling her further into the

dark rift of the Milky Way

and leaving her tired and lifeless

as she sits inside her room.

Somewhere a child cries,

a thousand golden teardrops;

windows shatter,

leaving glass scattered in the yard;

the rains fall,

drowning out all sound but it’s own

And the hunger moon looms on the horizon.