Entries By Laura Mary
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Once I was a perfect rendering of an artist. I slaved and struggled, I batted away demons in the night. My heart bled for my work and I was ragged and torn by rejection and time. Now I am nothing more than a human woman- I write and I sing and I am wife to a husband. There are ways in and out of everything, there are methods to our art just as there are to our madness. We are not bound by superstitious addiction to one route only-Posted By Laura Mary On 12.10.2012 @ 7:04 am
Half a life ago I was a child. We were running through grass, barefoot and free. We were not bothered by the rain- the smell of wet wool lingered in the hall long after we shed our thick coats. I did homework and stayed up too late under blankets with flashlights reading stories. I had a best friend- you- and a favorite food and you and me, well we never planned to grow apart.Posted By Laura Mary On 12.05.2012 @ 3:37 pm
There are boxes Boxcars, Railroad memories and dreams to sleep on-
Someone told me once, That they were a hobo and I was a princess, A princess riding home On a boxcar Stuck in my square domain
Long hair flying out the cracks Chasing the stars as we ride on to freedomPosted By Laura Mary On 11.23.2012 @ 3:12 pm
With the onslaught of frost the darkening of afternoon skies With your sharp icy tongue and my reluctance to retreat How can one hope to meet the need? How can one pray for love that connects the dots, that holds the hearts is rips from their cages- That will satisfy the hunger within?Posted By Laura Mary On 11.19.2012 @ 3:23 pm
We can’t hold the heart that hurts us Long enough to heal it so it doesn’t strike again-
When somebody takes you breaks you and then sets you free, cracked open to the howling wind They know not what they do
The too tender brokenness from their last somebody Is still echoing in their bloody cracksPosted By Laura Mary On 11.12.2012 @ 12:59 pm
We continually pride ourselves on our advancements in technology and innovation- what we have always failed to recognize in our ethnocentric imperialistic view is that the cultures that remain close to nature and connected to the interconnectedness of it all, would out live and outlast us all if power stations failed and we were left to rely on our senses.Posted By Laura Mary On 10.17.2012 @ 7:24 am
They took them to feel free They took them to uplift They took them to fall off and test human flight
They were down under the shoes of the hopeless Then they were on top of your greatest triumph
They told no one They walked among you They were up and you were sleepingPosted By Laura Mary On 10.15.2012 @ 6:29 am
Walking into walls Revert back Begin again You are hopeless Says the jagged mind There’s another one Start it up Revert back You are angles You are not free But here Up and down Maybe yes Revert back And walk out Walk out of the walled place Who said you had to live there?Posted By Laura Mary On 10.05.2012 @ 5:20 am
When we traverse the various dimensions of life we come to realize that there is no one way. When we can fall humbly and relish the divinity of the moment and be awed by the immensity of the life force within us, trivial dramas and anxieties melt away. There is a gift, it is called Now.Posted By Laura Mary On 10.04.2012 @ 11:08 am
They are everywhere. When you drove to me and told me that you didn’t hit one red light the whole way- I knew we needed to meet. When Granddad died and a tornado hit the lake kicking up a big storm, I knew the passage had opened for his soul to slip through- though I was thousands of miles away. When you followed me down that alleyway and completely disarmed me with your openness to my magic- I knew you were mine.Posted By Laura Mary On 10.02.2012 @ 4:08 am
When I agreed to move to the United States to marry and live with my American husband, I never expected to feel political. I am Canadian and I never knew what that meant until now- an election approaches and because I will not surrender my citizenship to Canada and Great Britain, as long as I live in this country I will never be allowed to vote. But I feel impassioned- I am about to bring a child into this world, into this country… so for God’s sake- if you can… VOTE!Posted By Laura Mary On 09.30.2012 @ 8:17 pm
He lit the end of the cigar and puffed lightly- a sweet musty kiss to the sky as he exhaled the expensive breath. The dots on the sonar appeared to be getting closer- and with each perceived mile, the captain sucked back harder and harder trying to blanket his fears in the thick smoke.Posted By Laura Mary On 07.17.2012 @ 2:44 pm
She sat at the end of the pier waiting for the lights to flicker on behind her. The darkness was suffocating. One, two, three, four- she counted. A night alone in the country dark- it was unlike another other blackness. The generator hummed and then kicked into gear, the radio started singing something from the sixties and then back lit she was- saved from the pitch dark.Posted By Laura Mary On 02.28.2012 @ 2:18 pm
She came to the end of the line, a riff that no trumpeter dare stretch to reach. She was deserving, the ego and the soul merging to receive the earned applause. Her talent bowed in humility for the work she knew lay ahead in order to improve on this momentous song.Posted By Laura Mary On 07.15.2011 @ 2:12 am
The plague came in the night. The wind blew it in from across the lake. These summer currents were known for such carried strength.
Suddenly the people began to wake from their beds. One by one they took to the floor, writhing and moving in an ecstatic escape of the mind. As the disease spread they took on more and more of the present moment. And then I spoke truth, and you spoke truth and we were all recognised by one another.
This is the plague I pray for.Posted By Laura Mary On 07.12.2011 @ 11:07 pm
Sodden clothes lay strewn across the bathroom floor, remnants of a night not soon forgotten. Hand prints on the mirror suggesting poses and positions rarely ventured; muddy footprints littering the shower floor displaying immediate need. These wild lightening flashes of connection illuminate the carnal warrior within. The basic need to feel catapults us to create chaos and lose ourselves in the fervor of moment to moment pleasure.Posted By Laura Mary On 06.22.2011 @ 5:09 pm
They hurried us in, pack rats chased into gutter graves. We belonged to them now, slaves of utilitarian hopelessness. This place was for no soul. No light could live here; grey slabs stacking to house the forgotten hues that once merged to form a community. We would breathe here but not live. We would dwell and survive but no longer be free to feel anything but the darkness that built this sullen place.Posted By Laura Mary On 06.21.2011 @ 9:05 pm
Her face stood out in the crowded park, she was a warrior ready for battle, as she waited for the suitors to come calling.
These are my eyes, my lips, my cheeks. They are painted in this way to remind you to pay homage to my beauty. Approach me slowly and provide an offering at the seat of my power, and if it so pleases me, my black rimmed eyes will tell you I am yours.Posted By Laura Mary On 06.07.2011 @ 2:31 am
She grabbed her orange backpack and ran down the stairs two at a time, tasting the rough road she knew lay ahead. It was an adventure of hands and heart; this journey would test her ability to tap into inner resources she had only ever seen in other people.
The night was cold and pricked with silver stars and as she slipped away down the path following the flirtatious moonlight she knew she was bound for somewhere warm and unfamiliar.Posted By Laura Mary On 06.02.2011 @ 2:32 am
Let me tickle you, Awaken you, Soothe you with fresh delight.
Let me give your toes Pins and needles of cool comfort And clear your nose With my potent vitality.
Let me be the brew Poured from on high In some ancient ritual Of friendship.
Let me give confidence To the new lover As he leans in on the doorstep.Posted By Laura Mary On 05.28.2011 @ 6:15 am
Holy moley…. the circus is in town and there’s a kissing booth over by the Freak Show tent. She looks longingly at every passer by. Will she at me? Oh man, she caught my eye… $1 buys me lips but no tongue: oh, what the heck!? I need to feel that reptilian connection.
I thrown down five bucks and pucker up. My eyes are closed but I smell her bordello scent as she leans in… her lips are soft, oh man, I’m in trouble. But wait, her cheek is rough… she is not a she.Posted By Laura Mary On 05.24.2011 @ 3:14 pm
They stole the scent that rises from my soul when my hands are rough and raw from the work of giving. But there is an effervescent reward only seen by one who gives freely that is the karmic compensation for this exhaustive way of life. The psychic vampires feed on the spoils of their thievery but find no lasting sustenance while their victims continue to ascend: for their is no depletion of resources in the mine of a heart connected to the source of strength.Posted By Laura Mary On 05.23.2011 @ 1:33 pm
Happily we strolled along. Unaware of the domestic dangers ahead, we proceeded without caution, enjoying our day and relishing in sunshine. All of a sudden we are put upon by the family requests that weigh us down and force us to make guilt based decisions. This is the wrath of the decided.Posted By Laura Mary On 05.21.2011 @ 6:09 pm
Someone told me once that to be a good wife you only needed to be good in one room of the house… but still, I wonder what matters after 10 years? 20? 57?
My friend’s divorced father said the other day: “Be careful out there, you may be excited about him, but it might not be all it cracked up to be… people can still be strangers after 20 years.” Was that his cynicism speaking or is it possible that even after all the kitchen sink drama of marriage, children and the full catastrophe, can you still look at the person you built it all with and ask “Who are you?”.Posted By Laura Mary On 05.20.2011 @ 2:29 pm
She glanced at her reflection in the bus window. She was pulling away, being pulled towards the thing she felt writhing in her gut. How many more miles to satiate the beast? She licked her lips and tied up her copper locks as the telephone poles clipped by, one by one teasing the pulse that quickened in her pierced navel.Posted By Laura Mary On 05.17.2011 @ 11:24 am
Taken to the top of the teetering tower she looked out aghast at the view below. It was like the wreckage of some nasty roadside nightmare yet she couldn’t avert those wide green eyes. So many colours, so many shapes and sounds. Who were they and why were they gathered in the square on today of all days?Posted By Laura Mary On 05.16.2011 @ 3:21 pm
She knocked it back and with every swig tasted more and more of her mistake. There was lipstick streaked through her hair and a sticky brown liquid on her shoes. Some man was hanging around and she was wising up to the fact that she must have given him some indication she was interested… and what was that on his neck? That shade of lipstick looked far too familiar…Posted By Laura Mary On 05.15.2011 @ 10:25 am