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Muse in the Morning

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State of the Onion IV

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Coming Out

Layers of Being

Like the layers

of an onion

I peel away

the layers

of who I am

boy student

athlete man

draft-dodging

longhaired hippie freak

Like the layers

of an onion

each new layer

of myself

reveals nuance

taoist husband

father soldier

socialist  teacher

commie pinko pacifist

Like the layers

of an onion

peeling further

uncovers

a richer me

woe-man poet

tranny activist

lesbian artist

gay homo dyke queer

Like the layers

of an onion

is the truth of

the being

of the human

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–November 4, 2005

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State of the Onion III

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Flower

Flower

It started as

a piece of detail

in another work

a small

barely opened bud.

Then it bloomed.

Or is that

the story

of my life?

Sometimes

I forget.

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–November 3. 2005

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The Revolution Will Not Be Dramatized

Which pisses me off!

Due to my nature…I would have preferred a more John Edwards “take the bastards down” type of Revolution. Or a Kucinich Department of Peace Revolution. Or a French or American Revolution. (But with better hygiene standards, can you imagine what those mobs smelled like?) Of course with my cultural background….my favorite would have been a successful 1960’s type of Revolution….before the violence turned deadly.

But…at least we get a Revolution. A quiet unannounced, relative Revolution.

But a Revolution nonetheless, in comparison to the coup by the proto-fascists in 2000 that has led this country and the world down the slippery slopes of savagery. Hell just normalcy and a touch of sanity would be ….is… a Revolution. And the best part, as far as I can see looking into my little crystal ball, as we are all doing to some extent right now…is that the leader of this Revolution is saying the right things. Starting with not claiming that he is a Revolutionary leader. Starting with saying it is mostly up to us.

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The person of Barack Obama is not what excites me…I am not a fanboy. The policies of Barack Obama do not excite me….they are crafted to get him elected. What excites me is what he represents….and what he will allow US to do.

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State of the Onion II

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Purple with Beading

Thursday is Queersday

Long away and far ago

when I was young and naive

wearing purple on Thursday

meant one was most likely queer

as it was called at the time

Though I didn’t truly know

couldn’t really comprehend

what it entailed to be queer

I still didn’t wear purple

on Thursdays or any day

For that I am yet ashamed

The power of fear is great

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–March 16, 2006

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State of the Onion I

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Pencil and Wax

Words

The words take control

demand to be written

I help guide them

dress them up

slim them down

searching for

clarity, brevity, emotion

hopefully all three

I’m not sure

where they come from

perhaps from the pains

and joys of my life

The words are the blood

in the vessels of my mind

just as feelings are

the blood feeding my soul

Is there any separation

between me and the words?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–January 10, 2006

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Surfaces

Assume Control

Make a choice

of a future

of a pattern

of spacetime

to imagine

Make choices

in the present

to instigate

that future

to happen

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–June 3, 2008

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Becalmed

Breathing

A few people

standing on the deck

of this boat

blowing at the sail

will not move it

Newton ensured that

We’ll always have that

equal

and opposite

reaction

Moving this boat

will require

the collective breath

of millions

who are not on it

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–April 4, 2008

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Window

Reflection and Refraction

I see the past

in the mirror

of tarnished memories

and often misaligned

contemplation

The future

on the other hand

is best seen

through the window

of imagination

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–June 1, 2008

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Walking on water

This morning in my essay on “Revenge,” geomoo asked:

Does courage consist in part on walking on the water of uncertainty, buoyed only to the extent that we continually align ourselves selflessly with  basic goodness, instead of marching on the solid ground of rigid belief?

It reminded me of one of my favorite poems that I thought was too long to post in that thread. So I thought I’d just put it out there on its own with geomoo’s question.

The poem was written by someone I quote alot here, David Whyte. I have heard him talk about this poem and he always points out that it was written at least partly to talk about the love of his life, his wife. But he goes on to say that it is also about following the passion of our lives.

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Tunnel

Shiny Objects

Words arrive

at the edge

of consciousness

searching for

meaning, rhythm

and grace

Visual emphasis

focuses

the mind

and heart

connecting

to the words

through what is seen

and what is not

Words are spilled

one life’s blood

hoping a gatherer

happens to pass

this way

The thoughts

are moderately

decorated

into a shiny object

to attract

attention

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–May 29, 2008

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writing in the raw: love’s labours won

i really didn’t have time to write much. but i didn’t want anybody else to take this evening either. it is the last writing in the raw i’ll do from the states for a while, so even with a sparse essay, i think i’ll keep it for myself.

actually, it’s after 10pm as i start writing this. so it will be brief.

i’m packed. ready to go. exhausted. i’ll definitely blog from the airport tomorrow. i usually pay to get into the business lounge… for $45, you get fruit, cheese, coffee/tea, cookies, alcohol, tv, internet and a little desk from which you blog, and a comfy, quiet place to zone out for a few hours. premium wine/alcohol will cost you… hey Mu, might be one of the tips for your travel space.

okay. so that’s it.

well, and i’ll explain the title. just a bit.

getting on that plane tomorrow is amazing. there have been difficult times and yet, somehow, ej and i managed to hold onto to each other. over the phone. one-line e-mails. packages filled with small fetish items. a sense of humor. and well, we just get along. whenever i’m with him, by heart rate slows (unless you know…), i become very at ease. i smile a lot. i’m actually funny when i’m relaxed and not thinking about George Bush et al.

i sleep really well when i sleep with him. and when we get up, he has this funny little fresh face, squinty eyes and he’s smiling. maybe he looks a little like a baby bird or something. but it touches my heart. and it inspires me to get up and make coffee and cook breakfast.

we hold hands. we like the way each other smells. we think it’s funny when strangers fall down or break something in a store (but we don’t really want anybody to be really hurt). we love to go to museums. or find secret gardens. we like to wander in cities and towns. oh. and we both love madly medieval cathedrals and churches.

he likes to cook. i like to eat. he likes to complain. i like to sit, cross-legged, and listen and laugh at him and how he, in a very animated fashion, counts off each absurdity with his fingers.

i tell him everything has a shelf life. if we’re lucky, we’ll just die together, around 99 years old, in a plane crash or car accident. because i always see us together, old and beautiful. and i just know i’ll love him even more then… the two of us always walking, looking at the world together, my hand in the pocket of his old jacket.

this is one of those moments. when love wins.

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Ribs

Mixed Media

A song and a dance

words caressed

by the music

of memory

Colored pixels

dancing

a future

that never was

Words  

from an emotional place

words of pain and sorrow

of disappointment

of heartache

and also proclaiming

what can be

Graphics added

to set the mood

or perhaps

illuminate

those words

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–May 28, 2008

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