Showing posts with label journal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journal. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

ptsd(ivorce)




heaps of rain
dancing puddles
air nice and fresh
trees rejoicing
dark clouds foreboding
scary thunder
sudden lightning

attachment is a curse
to a four year old boy
whose best friend is dad
paternal separation a constant trauma
the most important person in life
limited to a mere 8 hours visitation
during the work week
one night sleepover on weekends

tricked into being born
merely to live a daily drama
overflowing with tears
cheeks cold, wet and salty
trembling, breathing ... why
casted in this tragedy of sorrow
in this war over ownership
experiencing only manipulation and control
powerless and helpless
suffering from post-traumatic-stress from divorce
torn apart inside
but can't even throw a tantrum
before being called bad
and placed in time-out

fathers are typecast
strong as a rock
unemotional
impervious to feelings
uncaring
unattached
i am weak
cry easily and nonstop
trapped in compassion
for a suffering son
guilty and confused

reality never last long
self-pity is not being in the moment
with endless escapes
misery remains

Sunday, July 04, 2010

expecting nothing




overcast morning
summer flowers
cool breeze
holiday sunday
blissfully alone
life endless

calmly
observing
timelessly
a dove sits
on her eggs
in her nest
above the mailbox
a window into eternity
creation
evolution

can i live
each moment
without
a single expectation

thought captivates itself
at each moment
perpetuating its self-delusion
of relevance
necessity
fervently ignoring the moment
present
actuality
reality

igniting fear
insecurity
confusion
and endless desire
to escape
its own madness
through pleasure
lust
greed
power
projecting future
regurgitating past
glorifying ego
over and over
moment to moment
endlessly

in less than 300 years
a concentration of thought
and power
into patriarchy
ideology
technological capacity
creates another mass extinction
global warming
economic depression
increased pollution
decreasing resources
water conflicts
oil wars and oil spills
gulf of mexico dies
toxic vaccines
deforestation
genetically modified crops
factory farming of animals
animal experiments

and looking at all this
what is my responsibility
as a human
adult
father

how do i help my child
to have a better future
is money and family
all that is required

in court again
unwillingly
dragged back
by jad's mom petition
demanding
full legal custody
reduced visitation time
and a gag order
forbidding discussions
with my child
about our divorce
and 14 years of relationship

expecting nothing
staying in the moment
observing
being acutely aware
of global responsibility
i may
or may not
gain insight
into right livelihood
and right relationship
with my child
earth
humanity

Saturday, April 17, 2010

uncertainty




hot and sunny weekend
cool wind in the air
invaded by people
ducks and coots vanish
from the park
camping and birthdays
cars and balloons
no place left
for the animals

short daddy day
ate and played games
until
"i have a great idea
let's go to the beach, daddy
let's take the piano
and all my trucks"
dressed
ready to go
all of a sudden
life came crashing down
a child gets hurt
bleeding
cut eyelids
tears and fear
for child and father
as i tried to stop the blood
"is my eye going to fall out
is my brain going to fall out
is it going to hurt a long time"

anguish and agony
band aids and hugs
child crying and then asleep
back to his owner
i tried to explain
through questions and threats
i didn't see what happened
its not a deep cut
he woke up crying
"no, i don't want to go"
but daddy day was over
she demanded her child back
i handed him over
begged to stay with him
to a closed door

with heavy heart
leaving slowly
to live with guilt and worry
pain of separation
uncertainty
fatherhood in question
inadequacy
needing a shoulder
having none
what have i done
am i bad for my child
is he better off
without a part-time dad

Saturday, April 03, 2010

living in relationship





cold nights
heated by early afternoon
disturbed
by noise of traffic
of thought and man
music inspires
numbing the pain away
of living alone

a child in childhood
freed from time
greed
responsibility
loving to run
hide and seek
playing electronic games
a lover of trucks
coloring
mazes and puzzles
singing
bells, flutes and drumming
learning mechanics
daddy young again
in paradise
for the moment
but then in painful loss
bittersweet attachment
in relationship
then alone again

humans are not islands
life is relationship
especially when trying to live
an ethical life
within society's thoughtlessness
the reasonableness of eating animals
and the persecution of dissenters
a few delinking from the chain
reeling in pain
losing a child to diet
the logic of fear
of specieism
a defensive world scorning
the passive aggressive of veganism
entering a new world
occupied by the like minded
living with femaleness
a vegan roomate
passionate about food
a great joy for a child
excited by mutual encounter
coming alive
three lives intertwined
in thought and experience
enriched with the art
of a vegan musician dancer
celebrating artful living
moths caught in the net
of unhappy relationship
sharing a jest for living
commitment to not being alone
to freedom from the known

new readings
into male violence
demonic males and nature ethic
radical ecofeminists
a second project
of lifelong interests
the results on live and happiness
of oppression of all other species
living with male conflict
ending female oppression
destroying patriarchy
with the logic of difference
through feminist actions
commitment to vegan diet
deconstructing masculinity
fiction's utopian imagery

working
counting people
decennial sociology
families in RVs
homeless in parks
retirees in a group home
most in their 80s and 90s

life on its edges

baseball on a tv
a wall fish tank
with small blue and gray fish
two old parakeets on a pole
short friendly dog
male servicemen
teams of women
proving long term care
mature white administrators
middle age black and latina clerks
young asian medical aides
residents staying active for years
most physically and mentally infirm
one resident a 101 years old
clinging to life preciously

life is precious
living fully
submersed in abandonment
but not detachment
freedom from comparison
attachment
beyond the past
peace and contentment

Friday, February 19, 2010

birthday stress




majestic
snow capped mountains
beckons the earth bound
to pristine heights
staring in awe
eternity unfolds
into temporary bliss
soon to be melted
in 80 degree weather
until it rains again

unbeknown to a father
who doesn't celebrate numerology
a child turns four
on a drama filled day
mother and grandma
wanting him near
on daddy's day
taking a long while
to bring him out
for the battle to begin

"will you give him his medication"
what medication
"anti-biotic"
not again
that's the fourth time
in as many months
faster than lightening
she snatched him
clear out of my arms
as the child explodes
in painful tears
of separation
of lack of control

after promises
to return him in two hours
she released her possession
in bitter tears
cursing and hating everyone
"i will hit you"
"i don't like no one"
that's okay, son
i understand
let's laugh and have fun
we did
healing in body and mind
with each passing moment

returning two hours later
for his medication
only five minutes late
we are greeted by the police
the child worries
"are they going to take you away"
"why did mommy call the police"
poor, helpless child
knowing only hate
fear
pain of separation

at the end of daddy day
we return once again
to his owner's house
but she wasn't there
late for an hour
visiting her lawyer
couldn't be bothered
about a father's time

tired
the day prior
she asked for four extra hours
of free time
we didn't mind
playing trucks
with little signs of sickness
but the child gets worst
every time he leaves dad
to deal with a stressful mother
hot and cold
like a yo-yo
treating child and father
alike

still in shock
i sometimes hold out hope
for us
wishing togetherness again
how can so little
have been made
into such a high mountain
of anger and hate
unless it was there
all the time
barely covered hostility
waiting
waiting
for a sperm
exploding when it arrives

fathers destroyed
in sins of mothers
children suffer
all their lives
hoping to overcome
a lifetime of pain
but only achieving
the same fate
as the others

in the moment
on another daddy day
mountains of pain
evaporates
with a child's laughter
ah joy
nothing else matters

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

animals




cold rain
downpours all day
a few days each week
trees green, happy
shrubs rejoice
grass smile
earth moist, clean
at the regional park
ducks and coots loiter
egrets pose
suddenly, an alarm
small birds take flight
as a hawk cruise by
a bald eagle call to another
as we feed bread to the ducks
we are chased
by aggressive male geese
we watch as they chase and abuse
then gang rape a female goose
each male taking a turn
as other males press her head to the ground

are all males rapists
inherently violent
how does human male sexuality
ongoing from puberty to death
affect the minds of men

jad is such a sensitive child
a natural ethical vegetarian
just like his dad
his innocence turns to activism
he tells men fishing
not to kill the fish
so others can see them play
"i talk to the people
and tell then not to kill animals
and not to eat animals"

everything i tell him
everything i notice
is copied and repeated
"my cousin" this
and "my cousin" that
"my cousin is a vegetarian"
"my cousin don't eat animals"
"my cousin car has a flat tire"
"my cousin has a big truck like that"

our trip to the animal shelter
results in immense sadness
so many animals needing a home
older cats, dogs and rabbits abandoned
broken children's toys
bored and lifeless
trapped in small cages
outliving human interest
waiting to be killed
to make space for the next batch

jad begs to take a pet home
but i am wary of their cost and care
i empathize with these hapless creatures
abandoned by my child's mother
i too wait in vain
of adoption by a kind companion
a rapist in waiting

Friday, December 18, 2009

forgiveness




vast pacific
stretching into infinity
healing with each breath
receding into memory
another move ends
entering a new space
next to an old friend
an olive tree
home for singing birds
sunsets and me

we miss the beach
and what it gave wantonly
to a lovely child
and heartbroken father
adventure and discovery
renewal and belonging
bonding and silence
peace, freedom and serenity
a year of growth
from two to three
co-parent to divorcee
all of living in between

moving away was hard
but it had to be done
to be closer to child
to lower carbon footprint
into suburbia's death
crass neighbors
sleepwalking through life
accepting monotony as routine
work, eat, sleep
repeating endlessly

child too sick to visit
rooms filled with empty people
daddy days are lonely
filled with fear, hatred and regret
lust for vengeance and violence
futility

no longer driving for hours
daddy days seem longer
innocent child
lacking hardness
exploring phonics
learning to use a potty
addicted to mighty machines dvds
likes trucks and cars
playing with water
lights and fans

poor child
accepting of reality
manipulating daddy
hurting inside
taking it out on me

i get what i deserve
i did not exit gracefully
was not a good partner
so its my turn to suffer
there has been so little self-reflection
i'm not sure how or what could have changed
how does one deal with inevitability
ignore it or invite it
the result is the same
divorce is in fashion
loyalty a disease
no one wants to be vegan
when its so easy to eat animals

but even as i spiral downwards
into poverty and despair
i have to learn forgiveness
for i need to forgive myself
and i cannot do that
unless i forgive everyone else
and i don't want to raise a child
in hate

Saturday, November 14, 2009

with a little help from my friends




cool morning
warming by noon
cold evening into blistery night
ocean clear and blue
curving along a narrow beach
cliffs occupied with homes
raising into layers of mountains
separated by dry valleys

staring at endless waves
we walk along a dirt path
lined with tall palm trees
kicking up dust storms
on our way to farmers market
sampling fruits and flowers
then ice skating for an hour
a child too sweet for words
forming a bond that cannot be replaced
as it starts to become comfortable
abruptly daddy day ends
in tears
my child leaves
me crushed
tears flowing
failure and loss
overwhelming

desperate to escape
i call friends
chat with strangers
go to vegetarian meetups
work on this cause and that
it helps for the while
until i am alone
broken again

seeking continuity
thought manufactures pain
through attachment
dependency
and self-pity
totally unrelated to the moment
psychological pain is mere illusion
a problem of the privileged
completely unnecessary for survival
thought serves it up unrelentingly
pushing all the right buttons
into the programs that we are
knowing full well that emotions
is the gateway to ego preservation
i have to accept all this
there is no way out
life is what it is
you play the cards you're given
until the game is over
a few win the money race
but most lose in shame
there is dignity in not competing

thought will go on
playing its games
all powerful and consuming
i can never end thought
thought can only end me

Saturday, September 26, 2009

living in the vessel




fall begins hot
sunny and dry
today a marine layer
rolling in from the ocean
beautiful fog at the park
crossing police lines
the screeching last night
was a hit and run
packed farmers market
music on the promenade
scene of last's night outreach
screening of meet your meat and earthlings
to indifferent masses
down the pier onto the beach
splashing in the mother
more polluted each day
sad inheritance for a child
warm sand welcomes
trek up the incline
back to daddy's home
shower and lunch
separation anxiety as our end draws near
a child desperately trying to bond
before the executioner comes
with a knock at the door
the smiling enemy awaits
as our lives fall apart
poor child wishes denied
every daddy day
by walls of hate and accumulation
gone from daddy a long time

this vessel is old
bereft of all joy
a mere playground for thought
tired of the endless cycle
of births in thought
i used to think that thought
would end with the body
now i see there is no end
not only will a body reemerge
to be reoccupied by thought
but thought itself will survive
through all the other bodies
mammal, bird and fish
there is no end
there will never be an end
any attempt to escape is doomed
the only temporary respite
in death
before reformulation
into another vessel
another pawn for thought

Sunday, September 06, 2009

long summer days heat endless nights




i was walking along a crowded street
headed to lunch at a seedy restaurant
all alone with a heavy heart
desperate to escape from my part
in the failure of a beautiful start
running away from loss and anger
refugee from the land of pleasure
lady luck laughing at each corner
at my eyes glued to the floor
wary, shy, hopeless to find
someone with me in mind
unwilling to settle for less
knowing i'm far from the best
searching blindfolded for a mirage
watching hours blend into days
joylessly existing in a magical universe
living becomes just growing old

waiting, waiting to be free from pain
waiting, waiting for sunshine and rain
waiting, waiting and going insane
waiting, waiting to be daddy again

--------------------------------------------------

out of the blue
she allowed my child to call
"daddy, can you come over?"
a few words then click
it should make me happy
but instead i am devastated
reminded of the petty greed
that led to a child growing up alone
denied a father for no reason
denied visits to paternal grandparents
denied a minute beyond scheduled court time
as they place him in mental captivity
gloating and plotting
as they instill hatred into my child

"daddy, why don't you have any money?"
"why do you have such a small home?"
"i will call the police on you"
"i want the police to lock you up"

my poor tormented child
daily confusion is a way of life
watching his worlds dissolve
into a toxic soup of hatred and death
raised to ignore paternity and reality
raised to be insanely greedy
to chop the last tree standing
before the next fool makes the buck
parroting them calling daddy a fool
for trying to live differently
being who i am naturally
rather than trying to be
someone else
living their misery

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

favorite songs




nice clean sand
hot day at dume beach
at the far point
we climbed to the top of the hill
at sunset
300 degrees of ocean
waves crashing below

attachment is a curse
forever carrying shadows
of loss and pain
there is nothing else
besides escaping from this shadow
in our life

time is a cruel ordeal
forcing divorced children to struggle
with attachment
each daddy day
but managing the conversion
from stranger
to child
then back to stranger again
in six hours
cannot be easy
how does this affect a child
living a life of separation
never having any stability
any normalcy or security
hopes of reconciliation
raised and crushed each day

they withdraw
practice dis-attachment
self-hate and ambivalence
but they are still children
who want to love their father

a three year old searches for memories
of their last meeting
of favorites songs heard
of people, places and things
desperate to connect
to find common ground
with the stranger
before he is lost again

all is maya/illusion
attachment is thought
thought exist because of fear
fear of the unknown
fear of the present and future
too fearful to live
we hide in illusion
we use thought to interpret the present
and predict the future
to mitigate our fears
but then thought takes over
and we stop living
thought is a mess
its only aim is continuity
it serves up ego
self-aggrandizement
guilt, greed, jealousy, hate, love
everything including the kitchen sink
to keep us enamored and entrapped

accepting shadows
accepting the unknown
makes a moment possible
of ending thought

Thursday, July 09, 2009

blessed by sorrow




living on the coast
allows you to escape
inland heat
running, biking, skating, walking
people are more relaxed
friendly

i got the greatest gift today
my child for a few hours
he curses a lot
i don't care and ignore it
likes playing with trucks
and mixing liquids
says the saddest things
"no one loves me"
"i like only you"

sometimes
divorced dads need a break
from the agony of co-parenthood
from the raging battle
over a three year old
watching helplessly
as a child's life
rolls down hill
faster and faster
the destruction gaining momentum
on an energy of its own

as if by design
the drama unfolds
in every possible way
for empty egos
to fill themselves
with self-induced pain
in order to gain sympathy
with false friendship

narrow minds
filled with hate
become very predictable
today i was told
the exchange point was changed
to the police station
poor child
the white desk officer was sympathetic
saying this required court orders

and as fate would have it
i got arrested by an asian cop
a few hours later
for riding while black
for not having a bike license
the first such citation in santa monica
at the top of the california incline
reminds me of the importance of freedom
and anti-apartheid work
in order to do what i must
i have to stop being who i am

sorrow's cry is powerful
perhaps overwhelming
it is also healing
there were many attempts
over the years
opportunities to hear its urgent call
i broke down and listened
for months
but then i escaped
into someone else
and became deaf again
this time around
i stayed with it
got into it deeply
deeper than ever before
with no one around
and no chance to escape

suddenly one evening
as i drove in tears
it dawned upon me
that my pain was a lesson
sorrow is really universal
and if i continue to view it
as my own individual pain
i will live in illusion
feeding my ego
in self-pity

sorrow was transformed
there was a release of sorts
it doesn't have the same strength
not as paralyzing as before
i am free for a while

Friday, June 19, 2009

reject




crescent moon smiling
at morning star
wisps of fog
rolling over hills
tall redwoods
and a crowd of familiar strangers
a park at dawn
is heaven for awaking birds

having rejected the outside
humans have no relationship
to our natural world
to the life in it
ourselves included
stuck in the past
trapped inside our heads
lonely
isolated
in our own self-inflicted rejection
all we are is emotional pain

can love be granted and withdrawn
is romance real or fantasy
who is the one that rejects
who is it that gets rejected
what is one rejected from

an entire life
spent in a bubble
fearfully monogamous
to avoid rejection
yet always punctured
and deflated by rejection

it is painful the first time
and the last
after three years
seven years
or 14
after small rejections
and bigger ones

worst of all
each time like clockwork
all previous rejections
that never really went away
rush out from hiding
to assault self-esteem
from all fronts
burning all comfort and joy
in an unrelenting march of tears

being a reject
is always painful
whatever the reason given
absence, religion, money
none less painful than another
and in confused frustration
rejection hurts even more
as you reject another's advance
feeling the same desolation
as you do

animals
escaping reality
exploring romantic fantasies
playing ego's games
are bound to suffer

rejection is also internal

my relationships ended
when i changed
and rejected parts of myself
i no longer wanted to be
carnivorous
uncreative
greedy
denying social responsibility

as long as i played the game
i was tolerated
my tragedy has been
that i never remain the same
i continue to learn and grow
accumulating a heavy burden of truth
until i can deny it no longer
each time i know
that if i change the rules
the game would be over
but i am left with no choice
i reject parts of myself
and the other
as a consequence
as they refuse to change

in the romance cycle
we're not trying to find someone else
we merely seeking validation
of ourselves
and when this ends
so too does romance
in a narcissistic game
in which we "love" only ourselves
reflected in others

for those bent on change
buried in rejections' ashes
there is tremendous growth
and strength
i will undo no change
for reconciliation

a reject from the world of men
greed and possessions
truth is a lonely path

as i walk daily
i remind myself
this path cannot be shared
by anyone else

least of all
someone from a different path
an animal refusing to change
from a life spent
in unrelenting pursuit
of romantic escapism
from rejection

Saturday, June 06, 2009

moving on




clear cool skies on the beach
big puffy clouds inland
a few drops of rain
washes the air clean
but cannot quench a desert's thirst
in new york for a week
the temperate forest is vast and alive
pine and oak perfume the air
in the heart of the biggest city

for the first time this week
i picked up my three year old at pre-school
he's too young for this
but what do father's know
he was playing alone in the sand
as 15 kids buzzed around
as we eat and prepare to leave
four girls chant
"jad, jad, jad,"
i wonder if they do this
when all the boys leave

daddy days are too short
and too few
i pack food and drive an hour
to become a father at ten am
greeting a fussy child
who is then trapped
in a child seat and moving car
for another hour
to daddy's exile

poor child
too depressed, bored and tired
to enjoy anything
park, beach, museum
at noon we struggle to eat
the food i heated up at 9am
is now cold and unfresh
everything gets tossed
nap time
too hungry to sleep
more driving until finally
asleep by one pm or later
for longer periods these days
i stare and ponder our life
but even before he awakes
its time to head back
awaking during the trip
hungry and energetic
but it's time to say goodbye
daddy day is over
separation anxiety ensues

each time
the child hopes and prays
his parents would get back together again
but it's no use
his mother doesn't want daddy back
like all right-minded
practical
positively oriented people
she's already moved on
new work, wardrobe and renewed sexuality
anything to escape
the bitter reality she creates daily
for an innocent child

we watch as they drive off
"where is he talking my mommy?"
how can you talk about betrayal to a child

mothers will never understand
how their sexuality affects sons
it is the main cause of marginality among men
as they seek to possess something they cannot have
boys are naturally jealous
even of their own fathers
so when strangers have close relations with their mother
powerless to do anything about it
sons implode and go insane
especially with fathers still in the picture
this betrayal damages their lives forever

how do i help my son
cope with his mother moving on

if i was out of the picture completely
it would be easier for him
to grow and accept the constant betrayal
that will eat away his psyche
plus the back and forth between parents
breaks his heart three days a week
confuses his reality
and disturbs whatever bit of stability he has

is my attachment to my child
and continuing to see him
even so few hours each week
damaging him even more
by constantly rubbing salt on wounds
that never get a chance to heal

is it responsibility
or pride
that keeps me from giving up
from moving on
from a 40 year old child
her offspring
and a tricked i was played

sadly, divorce is rarely once
and mothers drag sons
through the living hell
of various men's lives
all this time
to be tormented and abused
as she is
plus from her sexuality
sons are psychologically raped
in more ways than a mother ever know
transient and disfigured for life
a part-time single dad
may be the only safe space
a broken boy could share silently
his life of betrayal

father's of such sons
cannot move on
not if they care for their child
because they know their child
can never move on

moving on is different for girls
its why they can adapt better
but they have other issues
related to mom's sexuality
as the men exploit them sexually as well

what is the use in having a child
if you cause them to be abused like this
intentions are worthless
as the pain and suffering it causes
multiplies

mothers who have no idea how to live their lives
and who are thoughtless as to how
they continue to ruin their own children's lives
are the last that should be encouraged
to move on
for women sold a consumerist dream
of freedom, independence and the pursuit of happiness
will forever remain disappointed
as men continue to use them as long as they can
forcing them to continually use sexuality
to seek the great american illusion

moving on
is really moving around
back into the circle
becoming trapped again

in the space that exist
between the desire to escape
from present pain
and the certainty of future conflict
in this chaos
there are possibilities
a creative space
of daily deaths and rebirths
from which emerges
a freedom, independence and happiness
that does not require escape into mutual use
a single parent alone but never lonely
one who understands
what moving on is
what it does to already damaged children
someone who has moved on
from escaping through mutual use

Saturday, May 16, 2009

tearing innocence apart




grey cool day
fog rolling in
high tide with low winds
a pod of dolphins
swimming slowly north
missing sea lion
weeks since it perched
searching for shells
watching sea gulls fly
we rescued a sea cucumber
washed up on the beach
the innocent child needs saving
but no one can help

"i want mommy and daddy
in my home
i was happy then
i want mommy and daddy"

nearing the end
of daddy day
upset child
with mixed feelings
all day mad at daddy
"i don't want to be with you"
cursing to see my reaction
then at the end
"i don't want to go"
18 hours out of 168 each week
is hardly enough time with a parent

as parental alienation takes it toll
hate fills a sacred space
once filled with a natural bond
affiliation shredded
for pieces of gold

a rock can never replace a father
regardless of how shiny it is
every child knows this
and do not understand why
adults pretend it does
divorcing themselves
from children's reality
destroying happiness
over stones

why do we waste our lives in greed
building sand castles
working until death
to make more
so that one great day
when we have enough
we'll be happy
that day never comes
and we destroy all life
all innocence
all happiness
in this hopeless pursuit

children are the voiceless victims
of this human disease
of gendered thought
who else but men
would create a world
that values money above life

children suffer in revolt
acting out to maintain their own sanity
until they too become infected
learning to replace innocence
with greed

completely selfish
adults don't take responsibility
for the conflict
we introduce in children's lives
blaming them is much easier
so we apply discipline
where love is needed

gendered mothers
value money and time
over family and children's emotional health
trapped in a patriarchal world
forced to justify fratricide
they take out frustrations on the innocent
throughout the day
forcing their children
into a physical and psychological corner

- go to the corner
- go to your room

this order reveals negative adult behavior
more than any action of a child
who merely models in kind
impatience
superiority
authority
anger
abuse

using 'tough love'
to raise a child
is more adult madness

no human can ever know love
mutual use is all there is
that's why childhood is a special time
one of less selfishness
we innately know this
but choose to forget
this time of innocence

to share that joy
adults have to live with a child
with infinite patience
without any authority
or reaction

love only exists
with complete absence of ego
in a state of the unknown
beyond thought

adult humans are the most tragic specie
destroying what we need most
trying to rescue children
when we need saving ourselves
tearing innocence apart
never ever knowing
that it's exactly what
we're searching endlessly for
all our lives

Saturday, March 21, 2009

the open door




foggy day last time
we visited a museum
saw superman coming through a wall
made the coyote howl
spun the fan
dug for pots
went into the mountains
then to the lagoon
watched hundreds of birds
pelicans, coots and ducks
an egret and cormorants

today was colder
but we ventured out
and landed in a tide pool
with thousands of clams and anemones
a few hermit crabs
and sitting on the end of the rocks
a giant sea lion
after a long nap
dinner with a vegan group
many famous women
all in love with the child

each day is glorious
it is wonderful to be alive
to share life with a heavenly child
even though it gets tiring after six hours
it does take a village
and its not fair for a child
to not even have a nuclear family
a single dad raising a child
i have to create a community from scratch
starting with the beach
the ocean mother
the few animals that's left
these are the relatives
a child needs most to see

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

wonder




absolutely beautiful day
sunny with no wind
70 degrees warm
big waves
crashing onto the beach
the horizon to infinity

we played in the sand
construction site
with dump truck
cement truck
and crane truck
the child played
for two hours
slept
then played again
for another two hours
mostly alone
yet never wants to leave

slowly
each day near the sea
the universal mother soothes
filling us with nothing
leaving no trace
parting without tears

at three
the child hardly eats food
has a sweet tooth and desire sweets
candy, cake, soda
enjoys fruit
likes fried rice
soup and noddles
sometimes indian lentil and rice
chinese vegetables and rice

understands time
"i have to wait all day for dada"
likes singing
"abcdefg..."
makes up melodies and songs
know feelings
"i told grandma, i didn't feel good"
"you cried for me, dada?"
excellent recall
names people and animals
cartoon plots
what happened last night
what we did the last time together

amazing how much stuff is there already
soaks everything up
likes to run, jump and exercise
explore and look for different things

when the child was born
something happened to me
i was reborn as well
i didn't feel i had to change
it happened naturally
after a long absence
i started writing again
and awoke my creative side
it was important for both of us

one of my greatest role models
rachel carson said
“If a child
is to keep alive
his inborn sense of wonder
without any such gift from the fairies
he needs the companionship
of at least one adult
who can share it,
rediscovering with him
the joy,
excitement
and mystery
of the world
we live in”

the child is mine
i am doing what is right
for both of us
more important that any career
i must help him
keep a sense of wonder
by continually rediscovering life
with him

Monday, February 09, 2009

little star




twinkle, twinkle little star
how i wonder where you are

coughing again
poor child
short visit with dad
on a cool, rainy day
at the very end
the child started singing
for the first time
just before she took him away
for two more days

what is this strange hell
i've placed myself in
ever since my child left
i've been unable to function
missing my heart so much
unable to be with him
in a meaningful way
wasting my life
while my child grows
without me
filled with so much hate
hurt
hopelessness
capable of anything

thought has it triggers
this song is one of them

divorce
is a deep pain
it affects everyone
friends and relatives alike

another call
another relative
taking to others
about the divorce
defending the indefensible
"he is a big man
he knows how far to bend
he gave it his all
to make it work
there is nothing more
he could do
the kid will grow up
time flies"
father thanks brother
for telling him
he needed to hear to that
then he talked about the mother
and her views about it

while everyone weeps
the child is oblivious
impervious to attachment
simply accepting what is
neither happy or sad
part of the movement of life
not yet trapped in thought

thought has placed us here
to live out its desire
for continuity
through attachment
longing
grief
to escape from all this
to be like the child
thought cannot be used
it is not a tool
there are no tools

Friday, February 06, 2009

carpe diem




awake with me to watch sunrise
step through darkness to light
raising up with the dawning
growing into a circle of life
center on the radiant energy
emerging from the endless void
open your wings and take flight
its another beautiful morning

children are in the moment
constantly moving
fathers who relate
must move right along
the minute you feel sorry
you're back in past
adapt or suffer
there must be no regret
do what you can
life will fill in the gaps

the world
is filled with pain
that of me and my child
does not compare
to billions starving
in focusing on one child
we neglect all others
the inherent unfairness
of this obsession
in self-interest
is the root of human problems

this does not mean
one had to be unconcerned
uncaring
dis-attached
to give up the struggle
from one's children
its not either/or
one can do both

divorce is death
to the nuclear family
it is also the beginning
of single life
which can be rewarding
a time of acceptance
rediscovery
renewal
sharing precious moments
with child
and the world
doing what you can
with what time you've got
with child or without
keeping in mind always
that the greatest gift
to your children
is the gift of you
being yourself

Friday, January 30, 2009

misogynist




a short and great day
for dad and son
playing on a warm beach
watching dolphins
digging a hole
for a turtle
to lay its eggs
in the sand

be true to all things in life
in your darkest hour
your own light
will save you
issues you care about
new friends
re-discovering favorite authors
a kind stranger
an old girlfriend

thought is so pleased
and lightening fast
eliminating years
in a second
regurgitating a glorified past
devoid of conflict
differences
greed

spinning new yarns
this one really cared for me
that one just used me
playing the game
of getting played
of mutual use
another child's life to be ruined

what would happen
if all babies were sterilized
and new humans were produced in a test tube
how would that affect gender relations
what would humanity look like
without motherhood

how does thought maintain itself
through the concept of motherhood
what are its implications for adulthood
how does it affect womanhood
women mental health
being childless
not having a son

what are the repercussions
of thought's manifestation as mother
on global population
and its effects on bio diversity
on fashion and consumerism
on sustainable development

thought is illogical
immoral
irrational

the worst enemies of the environment
are women in developed countries
who claim they love mother earth
and want to protect her
for their children

many of these women are shopaholics
addicted to consumerism
purchasing far more than they need
and what the earth can sustain
dozens of shoes made from cows
bags of cosmetics tested on animals
racks of clothes made by child laborers
they throw away most of it
after little use
destroying animals
the poor
and our fragile planet
mindlessly

thought will be the death of us all
then it will be no more
stupid thought
it doesn't care
just as long as it can continue
its stupidity
for the next second
and the next
and another
living second to second
desperate fool
that's all i'll ever be