the moon betrayed you. out at the farm, under the moon. i see the child in your face.

i disagree with your methods. they are unnecessary. please please please please stop.

Katharina:

Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.

only love is real

i dreamt of you, one night. i think of it now and i get a blurry vision of the back of you walking down a lane....it's foggy. a while later, i saw you for the first time. it took me until you were in front of me, at a distance (like in the dream) in the classroom for proper recognition. i felt it- completely, wholly. "there he is." i waited for you to come to me, and we have been together ever since. i love you. beyond time. beyond distance. above space. around energy. you are a part of me. i love you, ever, always.

the hokey pokey!

forget time. tuh tuh tuh time. NOW! now! remember now. think: N-o-W. NOW. now.

pray.

heartsongs. heartstrings. who pulls them? what song do you sing?

love love love love

she shaves her eyebrows and paints them high on her forehead.
she carries the kindling in to the house.
she speaks few words.
her hands are always busy.
she hasn't a phone.
smoke, flowers, light.
there is a constant flow. you can feel it.
she is learned of proper sound and MAKES USE OF IT.
she breathes free and easy.
repetition. repetition. for repetition's sake.

deference.

deference.

deference.

deference.