Tuesday, April 27, 2010



By DanaLynne

I need to shout,

To proclaim my talent,

Exclaim my innocence,

Celebrate my knowledge

Of words

And punctuation,

Break silences regularly,

Be it with the lark

Or the owl,

Sunrise or


More than blood,

I have stories,

I have songs,

Pulsing through

My busy veins..

Life is a story--

Life is a song--

I must tell--

I must sing! ! !

Saturday, April 24, 2010



By DanaLynne

Breathe in oxygen,

Breathe out dust of angels.

The task of spreading heaven

Over the surface of the earth

Is given to spirits

Who inhabit vessels

Known as bodies.

Breathe in nitrogen

Breathe out angel’s dust

To cover us all with a fine film

Of protection

Against evil,

Against deception

Breathe in helium,

Exhale angel’s traces

The breaths are limited,

A certain unknown number

Somewhere between two

And five billion cycles.

Until the task is finished.

Inhale in H2O,

Exhale memory of heaven

Breath grows faster,

The exchange of bad

For good,

Drains the body,

Draws the container.

Breathe in air,

In exchange for shedding

The errors,

The mistakes,

Hard emotions--

Like hard water

In preparation.

Breathe in heaven,

Breathe out detritus.

The spirit preparing

To vacate the vessel

And return to heaven,

Task accomplished


Monday, April 12, 2010


Have you ever had a thought,

And had it ripped from you

When someone else speaks up

With your idea, your dream,

Your contribution in a conversation?

“So close,” some say,

“how he knows what she

Will say before she does.”

It comes with the years.

It comes with the fears--

Anticipating responses to prevent

Progress in a conversation.

I know, because I’ve listened.

She knows, because she paid attention.

We zig/I zag

And words go unsaid.

Nobody notices.

But we know. We--


Years of stories,




Time after time.

The days’ routines



Day after month

After year, after decade

Until we know--

We know all there is to know--

We think--and so, this shorthand

Of stepping on words,

Trampling sentences

To interject,

Participate in the storytelling.

“And she said--”

“No, I think she said--”

“And She did--”

“Can you believe what he did?

It blew me away.”

But I interject,

And she shakes her head.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010



Hold that thought--

Don’t squeeze too tightly--

Let it breathe,

Let it grow.

When it’s too large for your hand,

Find a quiet corner of the mind

Where it will bob to the surface

From time to time,

Keeping you on track

To attain your dream.

Prepare to defend

The nascent dream

When it migrates

From the mind

To the heart:

Do not expose your 8x10 dream

To those who see the world as 3x5--

It won’t fit,

They won’t understand.

They never will.

The dream--

A child, perhaps,

A journey yet to come.

I want to be a fire-walker.

I want to see the Amazon River.

I want to bring something new,

Something never seen before,

Never heard before, into being.

Minutes become hours

Become days, weeks, years.

Time doesn’t matter when you dream:

You get up each day to serve the dream,

Taking one more step,

Make one more decision

Draw one more breath.

A day links to another,

And the chain grows stronger

For the time when it will lift

The finished dream

Upward into the light.

Hold that thought

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