this poem is called, "in memory of the nine brave, corageous peace activists whose lives were stolen by murderous war criminals who spin lies, black out independent media, violate international law repeatedly!" repeatedly! yes, this is for them...in memory of the nine brave, courageous peace activists who were murdered by Israeli soldiers, in the name of TRUTH"

as long as the israeli lunatics
float down to deck
guns blazing like a bad scene in a low budget spaghetti western
or a disney kids' movie

as long as conventions and international laws
mean no more than the toilet paper i use every morning

for as long as democracy rhymes with hypocracy

and for as long as i wonder as i tuck my own children in,
'how many babies are crying for their mama's arms tonight?'

and how many momas are crying for their babies?

for as long as it takes for the tears to stop
for as long as it takes

with my palestinian sisters and brothers
i will dance
i will write
i will laugh
and i will love

with my palestinian brothers and sisters
i will stand
i will walk
i will march
i will speak truth
and i will sail

i will do this every day
until the collective consciousness of humanity
until this truth
is heard

if not me, then who?
if not us, then who?

-wendy goldsmith
june 2010

2011

vomit the leftovers
and shit out the violent
purge

no other way to begin



every pick
of every orfice
is under
intense
observation

midterm checkin
the first chapter is complete

the officer put away his erection
and took out his notebook
and decided not to charge anybody
there was an auditory sigh as helen,
pulled a drag on her smoke

helen's daughter held court
as if a thousand times

she was tired of this bullshit
drama queen mama
had hit the jackpot
and the reward was playing in silver

broken cars and lonely women
fall
splat
in the face of love
and
we dance
and dance
and dance
and dance

sitting atop
this silent mountain
the eagle my companion
i watch her soar

towards
the mysteries of the cosmos
dancing forth
from my soul

the call of spirit echoes
in the majesty of intuition
evolution, change

bound only by earthly body
pulsing at the core
as a baby boy demands milk
from the earth
impossible to ignore

my eagle sister, my divine love
commands the sky

drawing my eyes upward
far beyond the wild tales of the clouds

listening for stories not yet told
whispering, guiding
toward what lays beyond

deep in my heart

deep in the truth
of the goddess

high
on condor's wing
atop
a wistful crescent moon
cascading stars shoot
across the milky way
soaring beyond tomorrow
drops of yesterday
complete the mystic sky
in moments of desire
in
solitude
contradictions in
deep longings

longing to soar
longing to heal
to be seen
to be loved
to be set free

beginnings and endings
the gift of the great bird
commander, creator
destroyer
messenger to the gods
carry our prayers
teach us the ancient mysteries
of life and death
and then

come home
to rest

at the crossroads
with feet of lead
and heart of stone
i sit
silently willing
the choice to be made for me
skies shift and animals who know nothing
of human love go about the business of life
as my paralyzed heart finds a new rhythm
louder now that i am forced to hear
laughter of children that my brain doesn't compute
gentle december breeze only vapour on my skin
captured in a moment of eternity
from which i long release
what is this crazy love
what is this crazy life
the answer for me is always in the sky
the answer or more questions
i can never tell the difference

December 2009

i am standing in this river
bent over wash
replaying the rhythym
She sends
space emerges along the bank
and the conversations echo
on my heart
sinking into wild jasmine
and raising my fists
the contradiction
simmers
beside the soup

and on the subject of love
my heart expands at the sound
of her name
letting go letting go letting go