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Monday, October 31, 2005

POETRY - What does depression look like?

Heavy Thoughts

Words, like boulders
Laid heavy on my mind
Tried as I might
To lift them
& drop them on the page
I couldn’t
There were too many
Too close together
Forming a mountain of thoughts
Too high
For my spirit to climb
And although I was weak
I began the ascent
and took on the insurmountable task
Of breaking it down
‘till I laid my heavy head down
And the images began to build
bit by bit
like sands through an hourglass
they filled my mind
& when I could not hold
one more thought
my eyelids closed
and I crashed to the bottom
in despair

©Aida Correa 2004

Thursday, October 27, 2005

POETRY - Soul Satisfying Sex

Soul Satisfying Sex

Sex can satisfy the body...but what of the soul?

Sex with someone you love
That loves you
Is soul satisfying…

Soul satisfying sex
Satisfies your body and soul
Souls satisfying sex lingers
It stays inside of you
Its satisfies
Even when it’s over
Its there
Even when you’re apart
The memory of it
Bring you both back to together
And you recall
The ecstasy
That is soul satisfying sex
Flesh satisfying sex
Leaves you wanting more
Like Chinese food
30 minutes later
And you’re still hungry
When your soul is satisfied
You can still imagine your lover
Surrounding you with his/her essence
You can feel their breath
You can “see” them
Looking into your eyes
You can “hear” them whisper
I love you
And you can “feel” their release
As you say
I love you, too

©Aida Correa 2005

Friday, October 21, 2005

ART - Wounded Woman Series III

She is saying "I am a delicate flower" - there is laughter in the background...

©copyright 2004 Aida Correa

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

POETRY - Star Crossed Lovers

Star Crossed Lovers

You and I were not meant to be
Two star-crossed lovers
Hoping for the chance at real love
The emotions are there
& I believe they are real
or, at least,
as real as they can be

We don’t share the same interests
And we don’t talk…really
Yea we joke and kid around
But honestly
I have plenty of friends for that

As many times as I try to tell you
Let’s be friends
You tell me you want more
But I’m afraid
That more with me
Will be too much for you

‘Cause you see
I want a man
That puts me first in his life
I don’t want to be
the “Afterthought”
You kno,
The thing you think about doing
after you do everything else

And you can say
As many times as you’d like
In as many ways as you’d like
That you don’t feel that way about me

But your actions speak louder
Than any words
That could ever
Leave your lips

©Aida Correa 2000

Monday, October 17, 2005

POETRY - Wanna Play?

Cat & Mouse

I share with you
Deep thoughts and profound wisdom
But the sound

Is too much
For you little ears to handle...
So you run
Like a scared little mouse
Into your private hole
Making sure not to come around
While the cats still out

©Aida Correa 2004

Friday, October 14, 2005

POETRY - A Sea of Thoughts...

Thoughts flood my mind
Like rushing waters
Of white water rapids
Thrashing inside my brain
Faster and faster
Never ending
Bringing me to the point
of mental exhaustion
I shake
Like a crack fiend looking for a hit
Looking for anything to escape this ride
Maybe I can walk it off
Maybe I can dance it off
Can I scream off!!?
Make them stop
They keep coming
Wave upon wave
One no sooner finishes
Before the next one comes
Can’t anyone see this?
Don’t you see me?
Save me!
I'm about to go under
And drown
…In my own thoughts

©Aida Correa 2003

Thursday, October 13, 2005

POETRY -The Poem That Never Ends...

Life is a circle without a point,
but everyone looks for a point
but there is no point
Life is a circle without a point...

©Aida Marie Correa 2002

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

POETRY - Daydream ..


When was the last time
I laid out on a carpet of grass
To inhale the fresh breeze
or to stop and look up at the clouds?


Stopping to stare up at the clouds
doesn’t come as easy as it used to
too many distractions on the earth
to take the time to look at the sky

the “mommy can you”s
and the “honey will you”s
distract me from my daydreams
then there’s the bosses lists
the grocery lists

the laundry piles
and the don’t forget this
and then all of the cooking and the cleaning
oh and don’t forget the bills!

But once…
Just as I was running to catch a train
God caught me instead

Because there before me was the most beautiful sky
I had ever seen
And I had no choice
But to stop
And stare
And daydream…

©Aida Correa 1993

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Monday, October 10, 2005

Poetry - A Gift - For the Love of Love & Salsa

**the following was a gift from a talented poet and writer...
Thank you..wherever you are

that is why I love to dance...

it forces two strangers
to face each other at close quarters
and at least on the level of motion
become one without instruction
without words
she is lead by subtle changes in my grasp of her hand
by the direction and flow of my body
hers is the most difficult role to learn
she receives direction from someone she has never met
and his is less difficult
he can impulsively guide her to where he wants her to be
but before he can be rewarded for that captainship
he has to learn the responsibility that comes with it
she is looking over his shoulder
and he over hers
facing each other
he must see what is behind her
and since he is the leader
must protect them both from collision
by guiding her into a safe space
and she must trust him to do that
and the result is
beauty and harmony in motion

Saturday, October 08, 2005

POETRY - On The Stealing of Poems...

To Copyright or not...

"On the stealing of Poems"

Understand that a poem
Is baby borne to the poet

(each one is sacred)
And just like a baby -
It is a part of the mother/father whole

(like God’s creation this makes them sacred)
Some poems are born between the lips & their life force flows out

(energy is scared)
Some are born between the fingers , through the writers pen -
Their life force sticking solidly to paper

(the written word is sacred)
Some are born with out pain

(& yet they are sacred)
Some are born from days months - Even years of strife

(but still they were given life, which makes them sacred)
Some will become stars
& some
will slip silently into obscurity

(but all are sacred)

So understand
That when a poet shares with you
This is a part of themselves
They give it freely
It is a gift
No need to steal
And that my friend

…is sacred

©Aida Correa 2003

Friday, October 07, 2005

POETRY - The Next level

I did It

I did it
Yes its done
Scratch off yet another one
Call it a test
Or just another task
But somehow
I made it past
The undeniable fears
I thought would last

I’m stronger now
Than I was b4
And now I know
I can do even more
Because I did it
Now its done
Scratch off yet another one

©Aida Correa 2004

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

POETRY - "Go Boldly Forth"

Go Boldly Forth

There comes a time
When another self- help book
Will be inept
When positive affirmations
From feel-good gurus
Will have no effect
When another
“you can do it”
Just won’t do
Because now its time
For you
To do for YOU
Take the advice
You have gleaned
through the years
and the experience
you have gathered
beyond the tears
and GO Boldly Forth!!
Just do your thing
Raise yourself up
Let them hear YOU sing!
GO Boldly Forth, now!!
Don’t be shy
It’s Your time, now
DO or Die!
No more sleeping
Time passed while you slept
But reality promises
Your dreams are kept
Go Boldly forth now
It’s your time to shine
You’ve got the power
And it’s about time!!

©Aida Correa 2001

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

POETRY - Silence Kills


Chokin on my silence
I just smoke it all away
Thoughts try to overtake me
But I just blow them all away
Seems too much to handle
So I’ll just leave it 4 another day
Choking on my silence
I just smoke it all away

©Aida Correa 2004

Monday, October 03, 2005

POETRY - A Poetry Reading

In honor of my first Poetry Reading
…First Thursday at the Ritz…

I was inspired as
Poem after poem
Became Instantaneous Creations
simultaneous explosions
of Twisted words
forming in my head

nouns and verbs
Spontaneously undulating
Shaping & forming

into creative expressions
of rhythmic flow

They moved so fast…
I could hardly catch them
And put them on paper

They cried as I freed each one

they cried as each one released its expression

Freedom!! Their war cry!!
Freedom!! Their Destiny!!

They were finally Free!

Freed to the world
Freed to the universe
And they finally ...Freed me

©Aida Correa 2005