Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year Through The Storm (a song)

Men have set fire to ropes of danger
Trapped behind doors, burned to the core
But I got you to keep me true
Through the storm

Let the planet rock on, at the request of the dawn
Transfigured and removed for the sake of a groove
But I got you baby for ever and a day
Throughout the year

Toils and shadows
Hate unbridled
Baby, it won't do
It won't keep me from you

Fear and sorrow
Can rain in tomorrow
It won't change the forecast
Our love will still last_______

Babe don't you worry or get in a hurry
Love is your bankroll, heat when you're cold
but I'm not anything
Throughout this year_______

I want to be everything through the storm

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Thanksgiving Countdown

One week from right now, we'll be sitting back talking about how good the stuffing and the pumpkin pie was this year. "But the turkey was so dry!" Somebody will be overheard saying. And at least one of you will forget to take that giblet bag out before popping that bird in the oven. Ahhhh that sweet reaction of tryptophan swirling around in our body and making us sleepy from eating too much turkey. Don't get too comfy on that couch though -- Black Friday starts at 9pm.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Fruitless (Oh Lord Make Me A Compass)

(Oh Lord Make Me A Compass)

O Lord make me a compass
Deal bountifully with me
Don't let my words be crass
Plant me by the water like a tree

Point me in the direction where faith's abound
Show me my daily bread THIS day
So that I may eat it on earth's firm ground
And sing praises how your compass led the way

For I am fruitless, barren... a deciduous tree
But I am strong and hold great knowledge for someone
So let my steadfast strength glorify thee
As a compass by the shore when looked upon

Saturday, November 03, 2012


A happy-go-lucky kind of spirit
Much better than his sister
For she was rancid as acid
Folks around town called her bitter

Like spit on a fire, quite impossible
she was a wave of destruction
He invented lazy days and sunshine
Bold versus subdued. Ink versus intuition.

A bombastic coverlet, indeed superficial
A fairy tale, believable, yet fake
Quite magnanimous, of infinate proportions
Like a thief in the night takes the cake

Sunday, October 07, 2012

One Lonely Appliance

Jubith Sential, the woman who talked to appliances, did a complete 180 today and began talking to her dog instead. This completely confused the canine because he thought she'd been talking to him all this time.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Dr. Dick Shawn walked in to see his next patient, a writer named Hans.

"Doctor," said Hans. "I'm all blocked. I haven't done nothin' in weeks."

The doctor went to a cabinet in the room and pulled out a box with a hole in the top.

"What's this?" asked Hans, sticking his hand into the box.

"Take two quotations and call me in the morning."

Thursday, August 16, 2012

He's so over you.

How do you get over a guy who is so over you? You need a replacement and I don't mean another man! Start thinking about YOU for a change. Pamper yourself: hair, nails, new outfit, new attitude. Take up a new hobby or do something you've always wanted to do. It's the wrong time to go on the hunt for a new man. Relax on that, take it slow. If a new man is in your future, he'll come your way. That's because he'll be attracted to the new confident you.

Monday, June 11, 2012


the television’s loud
repeating weather report
It’s hot

92 degrees
A rusty gun metal fan
dark mahogany desk
the crumpled brown paper bag
blows across the floor
and dances against the wall
a gorgeous skirt whistles
while lifting composure

a brilliant opportunity
as gold bullion
toasts sweet perfume
where a standing position
gets you your
cantaloupe haze
dangling earrings
a matching necklace

the door unlocks
and swings open
It’s murder

© 2012 Mari

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Remember My Melody

I've been motivated lately to play...
play music that is
Music is our saving grace
Without it we would drift away
into the darkness...
into the abyss
The sweet melodies lost,
the recordings of the greats
silenced. This is why I play...
I don't want to be forgotten

Sunday, April 29, 2012

To Be Human

We found him at the corner of Crabhead & Dead
a mere mortal
pretending to be something he's not:

Forget the disheveled look,
the aloof stare,
quality scars seemingly showing

He just did not look
He would be spotted
a mile away
and would not make it past the
Alzores and surly not past
the graveyard

we took him with us
risking life and limb
His of course

Saturday, April 21, 2012


Separate yourself from distractions that prohibit you from getting your job done.

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

The Mutilated Mind

What happens to the mutilated mind?
What will we find?

Is it like a sundried flower
A hint of fragrance, no power?

Easily blown by the sweetest wind
Tossed by nature, crushed by men?

Or is it a shell more shattered than most
An unfulfilled dream, an empty host?

It spoke to me directly one fine day
In a small voice, this is what it had to say:

I know you think I am damaged beyond repair
Not settling on one thought, going here and there

I'm not a vessel that appears to be lost
I am a hidden sundry but valuable in cost

Tucked away in the lining of a skeletal purse
I don't need a doctor, I don't need a nurse

What I need is to be consoled; I need love
Grace, compassion and strength from above

Then out of creative darkness, you will see
I am mutilated no more, I am free

Friday, March 23, 2012


Even if the only rose you can find is one springing from concrete, don't pass it by without admiring its beauty.

It's all right there! If you see the world with open eyes, it becomes your paintbrush and your mind is the canvas. That's how creativity works.

The sadder the smile the deeper the sorrow.

Happiness is meant for all.

Stupidity: An idiot doesn't know any better.

Let bygones be bygones unless your bygone is in the future. Then I suggest you try to catch it. But I'm not gonna kid ya, it will be most difficult. Got a time machine handy?

We are stronger and more vulnerable in the middle.

The heart is eternal and so is my love.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Saturday Morning Parade

"Beat! Beat! Beat!" said the drum
"Tap! Tap! Tap!" said the foot
This is for excitement, just for fun
Otherwise, it is all for moot.

Ting! Ting! Ting! went the bell
Clap! Clap! Clap! went the crowd
Sunshine and good times we will sell
Popcorn... bubblegum, our parade is loud!


Then, there's a quietness, a lull
A tiny tot, a sweet little dear
Suddenly, she CRASHES her cymbals
The audience belts out a cheer!

"YES! YES! YES!" shout the townspeople
Dance! Dance! Dance! in the street
The Saturday Parade marches uphill
A weekend musical treat!

copyright ©2011 Mari

Sunday, March 04, 2012

The Fall

The fall was not bad
The ambiance divine
But the lingering... oh the lingering
O death, you're fine as wine!

Elevate me to your plateau
Take me to your shore
I can't stand the lingering
Asleep forever more!

Friday, March 02, 2012

Leatlu's Journey

I yawn and my stomach churns as I sit in Nonfiction Literature class today. The drone of Professor Cabb’s voice as he reads this passage from the textbook is getting the best of me. My mind is gone. Instead, I’m at the post office picking up another care package sent to me by my “Mamo”, a little love name I call my adopted mother. I smile as I think about the positive warmth her handmade treasures bring me while I study here at Knoxfork.

“Blue ice stretched to the horizon, fading into the blinding rays of another waning winter sun,” he reads. “She shivered violently as the shifting mass groaned under her feet. She instinctively glanced down, looking for cracks under the transparent sheen. Suddenly, she tensed, dropped to her knees and desperately clawed at the ice. She screamed, cursing the ground for not readily giving up the treasure she needed so badly."

He shifted in his seat then continued reading.

"Many hours later in the mist of the dawn, a group of Evenothes, government workers who travelled daily through the northern plateau, found her rigid and slumped on the ice. The Evenothes cackled like happy hyenas at the sight. They taunted her corpse and called her a Kaachi rathmos, a silly girl, who should have been home with her mother. They were even amused at how her bloodied fingers had become fused with the icy earth…”

I hear a scoff coming from behind me somewhere in the classroom. The professor hears it as well and abruptly stops reading. Straining over his gold wire spectacles at the drowsy and dreary eyes staring back at him, he helps gravity close the book. The echo could be heard throughout the classroom, probably reverberating in the halls and maybe even outside.

“You think this is funny?” he asks. “You think the untimely death of a young woman set forth on a journey along the dismal icy northern Cazola plains in subzero temperatures amusing?”

Quite often, we had been privy to Dr. Cabb’s outlandish tirades about various literary pieces. Just when Dr. Cabb was about to let us have it, some brave soul asks a million dollar question.

“Why did she die?”

Dr. Cabb slowly ascends from behind his desk and begins pacing the front of the classroom, his Brutinis drumming a methodical beat.

“Leatlu was only 15 when she became pregnant in her small oppressed village. We do not know the specifics of her pregnancy; whether it was from the beatings and rape she had endured many times from the guards or from a romantic tryst. All we know is that Leatlu, with the help of her mother Blesinga, hid the pregnancy. That summer by the time the snow melted, she had a baby girl. All was right with the world Leatlu thought. She finally had someone to call her own. She thought finally the great sky God had smiled on her. Then the winter came. It was the harshest winter the eldest of the elders could ever remember. Everything had frozen. The family’s harvest combined with the rations of the government were running out. On top of that, Leatlu’s baby was sick. Her cough grew worse."

Dr. Cabb left the front of the classroom and is now pacing the narrow aisles that separate our desks. Uneasiness again arose within me as I listen to him talk but this time it did not seem to derive from hunger. "I've read this before. I've read this before," I found myself saying over and over in my head. I began to quietly flip pages in the textbook, trying to locate the source of his increasingly intriguing recitation.

"The old village Shaman told Leatlu of a yellow farfara flower that grows wild in the south country that stops coughs and brings great healing. Leatlu thought maybe she should go look for this flower but her mother did not want her to go. It was so cold but the baby’s condition gradually got worse. So one night, Leatlu put on her warmest of gekti, sheep’s wool, and reindeer hide. With the Shaman’s blessing, Leatlu set out on her journey to save her baby girl. But Leatlu had never traveled so far from her village before and at a crossroad, she turned the wrong way. Tired, cold and now walking on shifting ice away from the tall evergreens, Leatlu knew she was lost. But something miraculous happened. Leatlu saw something brilliant beneath her feet through the ice. It was a farfara flower! Leatlu tried to dig through the ice as long as she could. The government workers found her the next morning. They returned her body to her village. Her mother, stricken with grief, prepared to bury her daughter. As she folded the clothing Leatlu wore on her journey, a yellow farfara flower fell to the floor from the gekti pocket. Her mother smiles and praises her sky God. She also thanks Leatlu for completing her journey. The baby coughing and crying in the background was saved.”

I hear the halt of the professor's pacing right in front of my desk.

“And that is why she died.”

I can’t look up, I won’t look up. I was scared, stunned and had tears in my eyes. It suddenly is all clear to me now. My adopted mother has made me beautiful headbands as long as I can remember. And on each headband, she always includes at least one small yellow flower. A farfara flower. I am Leatlu’s daughter! But... how did he know?

Friday, February 17, 2012

I Wish I Had Time In A Bottle

I do wish I had Time in a bottle
I would let him out every now and then
to redo the things I messed up on
There would never be words like 'the end'

I know it's a selfish thing to do
keeping Time locked up for my use
But precious things leave when unattended
That is what happens when Time is loose

Friday, February 03, 2012

Dear Don Cornelius, You brought me great great joy in my living room with your show that came on each Saturday when I was a kid. I would dance the whole hour. Because of your show, I was blown away with the leader of the Jackson 5 one day when I saw him do the robot to Dancing Machine. We would tune in to your show to not only see the entertainment but to check out the latest funky fashions, dances and hairstyles. That next Monday, we would always talk about what we had seen on your show and where we were going to get those pants that the long haired Asian chick or Jody Whatley had on. You were the hippest trip in America. Love, Peace and Soul. RIP

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


The most important time in your life: The one beween birth and death.

Parents: Don't be afraid to give your advice and opinion to your kids... no matter how much they hate it.

The blessing is not in thinking about yourself but in thinking about others.

"People are nutz." ~Mr Peanut

You got four wishes. >>>> an unconventional genie

We all need a little sunshine in our lives.

Move the day. Conquer the night.

You don't give yourself enough credit. You know more than you think you do.

Don't be a wallflower. Leave that to framed artwork, the murals and the wallpaper.

If your ego is bigger than your pants, everyone is eventually going to see it.

Do your own thing. And be creative about it.

The heavens is involved in everything we know.

Here's a brush. Paint your words with style.

A word of appreciation goes a long way.

To the soul, be a light, a beacon like a lighthouse is to ships.

I'm not the expert but I'm her apprentice.

Posted at a campground: It may be a tent but it's home.

Your window to the future: It looks like just the sky but it's the UNIVERSE.

On a neverending quest to bring worldwide cheer? Start at home.

Dare to soar. Make life a winged adventure.

I want to fall among the stars and be caught by the heavens.

The will to do something is more powerful than anybody telling you that you can't.

Love that is painful may not be worth having.

Be cool. She's not worth it.

You are brilliant, refreshing and uplifting.

Sometimes success is not $5000, sometimes it's $50. It's all in how you look at it. #patience

So many to thank. You better get started.

Don't give up your good energy. Rearrange something in your life.

Friday, January 06, 2012

50 Years Old

The old grandma cried
then lied
about her age
thus making a better wage
in the land
of younger people and man


God gave us curiosity & conflict; the ability to love, enjoy sex & imagination. Have fun using all these things.

You leave me no choice but to love you.

Think of death & dying as something you have to do... later. Much later.

Move the day. Conquer the night.

Sunday, January 01, 2012

Happy New Year! It's 2012. Let's start over.