Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
What is today like
Saturday, December 19, 2009
What are we doing today?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The Perfect Process
Where i do not know what to write, where my tears speak for ages past, where my tears want to sweep away. i only need to be near you. When the only things i think of are 2 letters when you come closer to this, where we get closer to this, where i don’t know what to say, where there is only 1 reason for everything i do, where i don’t want to add a thing or take a thing or do something and want the closeness and want the floors you step on and want the places you sit and need the life you know in me with you and when you say my heart hurts i want some time stolen and when you threaten me i will not look away and when my heart is full i want more. And can i overflow and never suffice and can i never be enough or give enough and when you take a lot and think i'm no good can i continue trying. i love you. yes ma'am. i am your wife.
©US!!!!! 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
What the Economy can be Sayin' about Health
PS... DRINK A LOT OF WATER! TAP WATER? BOTTLED WATER? FILTERED WATER? IT DOESN'T MATTER JUST KEEP YOUR CELLS IN TACT! DRINK WATER!
Monday, October 6, 2008
It's almost afternoon!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
VP Candidates on "The Issues"
Biden & Palin Debating Styles (NYTimes.com)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Bait of the Bailout a no-go!
So now I wonder what is going to happen, overall - during and after this - how are things going to change? Please correct me if my senses here are not... sensible, but this is not solely about A.I.G., Lynch, Citigroup, Lehman Brothers, or even Goldman Sachs riding the rough road. This is a national issue beginning with investments which will effect the smallest $1 price hike on every item you consume! And I am being quite generous considering my paycheck will not be enough to get me through next year how it did these past 9+ months.
I'm considering simply living a smarter life. I'm thinking live smarter so I disparage less, have less stress, see more money, buy more things, plan more trips, take longer breaks, and smile more often. So, for the sake of living smarter here is my toast! This is in the name of every American who has fought long and hard to reach peace, fulfillment, and happiness. There is no use in the time allotted for what could have been, should have been, would have been. We only move in a forward motion, therefore we look both ways, we cross the street, we get to the other side, and we live to tell all about it! God Bless US!!!!!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Economy at 1:29 AM on a Saturday morning!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
some history - more time
addressed your smile
made the wrong pass
wondered
Sure I hold up drinks
yes, I add to the same toast
no, I prefer those between
how many
you say
now
then
Where I prefer them all
Where I want yours
close to mine
not my feet
well those at times
depends
what place
this place
this time
the next
what’s next
every time
You know when you say it best
wipe my forehead
feel my sweat
shake it up
sometimes out
you tell me where to go
i follow
i brush
i wash
i feel
i never think i know
i try holding on
at times i slip and fall
when the reigns are tight
when you take me down
when you leave it all alone
never trying what you call too near
try again
and i come right back.
Stay far far far away
keep me tight
knock me down
leave it alone
touch just close enough
those feet
some space
some time
next time
here and now
then
When i care
don’t touch
some thought
come to see for yourself -
nice
clean
soft
sweet
tender -
move back
no steps
no stepping up close
my last name
my first letter
its consistency
its texture
what i saw
how i felt
how hard it feels
how sweet this taste
now on what’s next
now rounds me out with nowhere to go
now tells me some story
now lets me watch
now in darkness i stare
now under this light i do
you prefer it when i shuffle
YES MA’AM
BOSS
YES
MA’AM
BOSS
trying to unwind -
i know.
More time.
Take it long
make it
FOREVER.
© Lillian Moya 2008
Chapter 1
It’s our focus on a story
Wear dinner theatre.
Something regional.
Let me cut it
At the waist
Having sex
Being breathless
Then feeling that lacking touch
Fill me
To where I tumble
Down every side
No inns
No outs
Hot metal
With her name then
What I call her today
Same now – sometimes
Two
Cut-throat conversations
This
Cut-throat battle of raw attempt
Gone heavenly
A size up
To stiff shots
Where i…
Please help yourself
‘til it’s all
Give me.
Please.
More than enough.
© Lillian Moya 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
"Disputing My Analog Space?"
Take my quarter and run!
Miles
Days
to me
for US!
Strip down all that jazz
And ile go where you say
I speak when you want
Your demand
At my command
This is your command
Prevalent in my conduct
Right then and there
Right here and now
Birth certificate
Nothing too illicit
I swear
Same cry
Some murmur
My groans
When I whimper the wimpy wimp meow
All that research aside
All that reference
For some other day
We keep it submitted:
Stamped, pressed, sent out,
Sparked -
Parked -
Right there
In my Western system
With my Eastern stance
Where the South is hot
This is US symboled
Symbol of US - totalled
Self.
© Lillian Moya 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Thy Information ala #411 of My Independent Presse
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Cuisine Non-Stop: Introduction to the French Nouvelle Generation
This must be one of the better albums to hear in a very long time. We don't necessarily follow what plays on the radio - sometimes? Maybe? My point is, we absolutely adore this! I'm thinking not many have heard it, maybe because it's more on the Avant-garde side of things, but really, the music is splendid! It was produced by David Byrne... you know, the Talking Heads, now installation artist in NYC, where he converted a skyscraper into a musical instrument. I bare to differ that the choice of artists would not be a great one. So... all in all, this is what my wife and I like. Enjoy! Sunday, August 31, 2008
disreligious
Let's live well!
Let's share the Universe!
Let's do what we can!
Let's bend some lines
and burn some bridges!
Let's make things permanent!
Let's smile all the way!
Let's laugh hearty!
Let's eat at fancy restaurants!
Let's make them talk,
watch,
love,
listen,
wonder,
and come back for seconds!
Let me love you!
Hold me tight!
Don't let me fall!
© Lillian Moya 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Community Poetry
or seem thin
or sound thin
or you begin to imagine they're too thin
Community Poetry begins.
It's the come one, come all.
It's the single thought
what occurred
what occurs
what i see
what i sometimes think
what someone else told me
what someone else told them
what i refuse to believe
what comes between US
and this
This is Community Poetry
When i began i stayed a while
When i decided it was
too good
i picked up and left
and now
now i
now I'm
now
Now i am willing and able
Now I want to see you more
Now i want to feel within
Now you think i may be - maybe?
something else.
So
So when you asked to see some water
Maybe falling
Maybe some sound
Maybe some thrashing noise
Maybe some sort
some something
some nothing
some constant everything
Where should i take you
and why can't you follow
and why spell out the changes
when you spell best yourself
because something someone one time somewhere
may have told you - tell me - say that nothing
makes much difference when what matters -
least what i think - to your walk
best left right left
at your own cord
at the beat of your own drum.
And so Community Poetry begins
And some Community Poetry may stay
While my Community Poetry may be
at the right range
where no rolled over revolver
reads a darn sign
Community Poetry stays.
Community Poetry remains.
Community Poetry said this.
Community Poetry looks to you.
Community Poetry needs US most!
Community Poetry for the sake of
all ages.
Community Poetry for some laughter sending
some sign.
Community Poetry will stay.
Community Poetry stayed best.
Community Poetry wears out.
Community Poetry stayed too long.
Community Poetry knows home.
Community Poetry sleeps in late.
Community Poetry drinks hard and lays the law down low.
Community Poetry
Community Poetry came again.
Community Poetry
Community Poetry tomorrow at 10.
© Lillian Moya 2008
