Aida Rends

let’s not sit this one out

fuck are you talking about
lotsa shit is carried out against us 

on a daily bases like hey batter swing
three strikes we’re outside again 
hopefully soon cuz time is essentially
out of grasp i feel a new one comin 

let’s not sit this one out 
i hate the american in me 
whose metaphors is she
using? 

let’s not sit this one out
an end is a begins etc. 
never mind me i’m stuck
again but i can recover 

let’s not sit this one out
and say we did if you want
but put our foots down 
sooner rather than later

Poems by Medieval Visionaries

THE POETRY PLACE

“Though Love appears far off,
you will move into its depth.”

Hadewijch of Brabant (13th c.)

from The Mirror of Simple Souls

She is alone in love, the Phoenix alone.
The soul is solitary in love,
the soul has all and has nothing,
she knows all and knows nothing,
yet she swims in the sea of joy,
swims in the sea of delights flowing and streaming
down from the Godhead.
The soul feels no joy
for she is joy
swimming and floating in joy.
She lives in joy. Joy lives in her.

Marguerite Porete (13-14th c.)

“You can make blossom in me
flowers of fire.”

Huang O (1498-1569)

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terms and contradictions


you can do anything you want 
if you don’t believe in yourself 
i accidentally tripped on purpose 
until i was divided by my other half

kick it to me one more twice
how u don’t luv me and you’re so nice
i fell into the up above 
from a push that was a shove

i died laughing from how sad life was
the way you made me believe in nothing 
i thought the effect could have no cause
i wasn’t hungry couldn’t stop munching

perfect

i love when you step into your ideals
god you’re such the picture perfect citizen
we’ve all been waiting so long for you
lost track of the time sipping coffee
wishing for a totally immaculate love affair
and not knowing how to get there no place
and in a hurry to forget how it happened
with washing machines rusting in the back
it wasn’t a secret that i loved you it wasn’t 
a secret that wasn’t a secret was a truth
convenient to ignore and bring it up later
as if it wasn’t easy to forget anyway what
with the world falling down twice a day
and me so far away and out of sight 
don’t mind if you do and don’t mind 
if you don’t think so and even so light
on honesty and backwards ass though 
true at times and exaggerated at others
the fabric of life is turning into dough 
cooked and selling out our mothers 
over and over and over and over