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<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Next show:</title><id>http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/3/9/next-show.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/3/9/next-show.html"/><author><name>Jani Rose</name></author><published>2010-03-09T16:49:05Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:49:05Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 700px;" src="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/storage/firstfoot_fundraiser.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1268164432012" alt="" /></span></span>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;<a onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &quot;85d01f746a36416f05b97365258c95b2&quot;, event)" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.TheOmnitect.com/" target="_blank">http://www.TheOmnitect.com</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>the baby and the poem</title><id>http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/3/5/the-baby-and-the-poem.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/3/5/the-baby-and-the-poem.html"/><author><name>Jani Rose</name></author><published>2010-03-05T23:08:41Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:08:41Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>sweet little husky voice<br />bounds into the room&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;mama, mama!&rdquo;<br />as if hours have passed&nbsp;<br />when it&rsquo;s only been minutes<br />how delicious it is to have&nbsp;<br />someone who&rsquo;s always happy to see me<br />to my smile he reacts as if the light has been flicked on&nbsp;<br />and now he can see<br /><br />&ldquo;hi, mama!&rdquo;,&nbsp;<br />little peach hands grip thick comforter and pull<br />soft plump thighs scramble, feet push<br />he nestles and burrows into me<br />sweet momotaro body plopped warm on top of mine<br />we meld so nicely together,&nbsp;<br />are one, mother and son<br />warm, safe, perfect<br />this moment is eternal<br /><br />the want to record it creeps between us<br />i place him beside me<br />lift cool steel to my lap&nbsp;<br />he sits innocently staring<br />climbs off of the bed&nbsp;<br />runs to the livingroom<br />the moments is over<br />i miss it already</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Daughter</title><id>http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/3/5/daughter.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/3/5/daughter.html"/><author><name>Jani Rose</name></author><published>2010-03-05T21:46:32Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:46:32Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span><strong>Daughter</strong></span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>Shining Starr</span></p>
<p><span>I can see the twinkle in your green eyes</span></p>
<p><span>The heir to your mother's golden-brown hair</span></p>
<p><span>and your father's temper</span></p>
<p><span>Boricua blood</span></p>
<p><span>Half New York City&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>Half Coqui</span></p>
<p><span>You smell like Ponce breeze&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>and laugh like music en el Barrio</span></p>
<p><span>Your tiny hand can hardly grip my finger</span></p>
<p><span>But you're big enough for my heart to live in you</span></p>
<p><span>I can imagine the day when you ask,&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>"Papi, you love me?"</span></p>
<p><span>And I reply, "My baby, my love,</span></p>
<p><span>Papi loves you more than he can ever express</span></p>
<p><span>More than you will ever know"</span></p>
<p><span>I will protect you from the cuco in your closet</span></p>
<p><span>and the monstruo under your bed</span></p>
<p><span>I will be your Charlie Brown,</span></p>
<p><span>Elmo,</span></p>
<p><span>Backyardigan,</span></p>
<p><span>Big Bird</span></p>
<p><span>Your wikipedia&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>And your Google</span></p>
<p><span>Each night finds me holding you 5 minutes longer&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>against your mother's protests.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're spoiling her, Rob"</span></p>
<p><span>"You mean the way I spoil you?"</span></p>
<p><span>Your first words will sound like heaven</span></p>
<p><span>Your first steps will shake my foundation</span></p>
<p><span>Daddy's little girl will be Daddy's entire world</span></p>
<p><span>When you're older, mijita, I will keep you safe from the bad boys&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>and be tough on the good ones</span></p>
<p><span>I'll complain about each puppy love,</span></p>
<p><span>strangle each heartbreak</span></p>
<p><span>and beat the shit out of your first.</span></p>
<p><span>That's what Dad's are supposed to do, right?</span></p>
<p><span>Your grandmother will shout, "Ahora vas a pagar todo lo que hicistes conmigo."</span></p>
<p><span>My guitar, keyboard and drum playing princess</span></p>
<p><span>Salsa bomba plena barefoot dancing jibarita</span></p>
<p><span>Hip hop soul house hoop earring urban babydoll</span></p>
<p><span>Kisses before you sleep</span></p>
<p><span>Raspberries when you wake</span></p>
<p><span>I'll watch you splash in the tub</span></p>
<p><span>Help you make a mess</span></p>
<p><span>Play with Mami's makeup</span></p>
<p><span>2 feet tall tippy toe to the mirror</span></p>
<p><span>Lipstick smeared, pearl necklaces, a ring on each finger</span></p>
<p><span>Don't worry, I won't tell&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>Your brothers will teach you well</span></p>
<p><span>Jimmy to handle the art</span></p>
<p><span>ChuChu will cover the Beatles</span></p>
<p><span>Judah on the rules of the house</span></p>
<p><span>BenBen on how to break them</span></p>
<p><span>We will be a family of music</span></p>
<p><span>A family of laughter</span></p>
<p><span>A family that will not always eat together&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>but will always LIVE LIFE together</span></p>
<p><span>The youngest,</span></p>
<p><span>La mas chiquita,&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>La bebe</span></p>
<p><span>The center of attention</span></p>
<p><span>The one we will all guide</span></p>
<p><span>Educate&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>Comfort</span></p>
<p><span>Love</span></p>
<p><span>And empower</span></p>
<p><span>A strong and proud Boricua you will be</span></p>
<p><span>Although you're not here yet</span></p>
<p><span>I can smell your hair</span></p>
<p><span>Feel your babysmooth skin</span></p>
<p><span>And on that day</span></p>
<p><span>When we hear your petite cry&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>as you come from your mother's womb</span></p>
<p><span>Starr Iraida Irizarry-Perez</span></p>
<p><span>We will celebrate your birthday</span></p>
<p><span>And the day that I'm finally and utterly complete</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>Copyright &copy; 2010 by Roberto Irizarry</span></p>
<p><span>Saturday, February 20, 2010 at 4:38am</span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>for you:</title><id>http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/2/16/for-you.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/2/16/for-you.html"/><author><name>Jani Rose</name></author><published>2010-02-16T19:52:50Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:52:50Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/storage/Heart_by_Despotasula.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1266361453411" alt="" />how light and pure my heart is</span></span></span></p>
<p>i have always protected it</p>
<p>now i'll try something new</p>
<p><span>it's gifted to you to protect</span></p>
<p><span><br /></span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;freely</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>openly</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>completely</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Copyright &copy; 2010 by Jani Rosado</p>
<p><span>artwork by despotasula @deviantart.com &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>bohemian boricua nyc love</title><id>http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/2/2/bohemian-boricua-nyc-love.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/2/2/bohemian-boricua-nyc-love.html"/><author><name>Jani Rose</name></author><published>2010-02-02T22:24:49Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:24:49Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I.</p>
<p>buttery warm naan bread</p>
<p>nag champa kisses</p>
<p>revelations of mysteries</p>
<p>smiles glowing in the flickering light of someone else's television</p>
<p>poetizing by candle light until eyes roll back</p>
<p>beatles beaten skin</p>
<p>sighs and proclamations from 12-3am, tears at 4:30</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>II.</p>
<p>laughter on the F train</p>
<p>the D our first ride</p>
<p>the 4 our path to sanctuary</p>
<p>the 6 where we parted over and over again</p>
<p>new york city underground transports love stories</p>
<p>like veins pumping the lifeblood of our city</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>III.</p>
<p>you say i fill you with my love...</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>so full that you can hold no more</p>
<p>such that it pours back out from your mouth</p>
<p>an endless cascade of honey for me to drink in</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Copyright &copy; 2010 by Jani Rosado</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>ELLA</title><id>http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/2/2/ella.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/2/2/ella.html"/><author><name>Jani Rose</name></author><published>2010-02-02T20:10:26Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:10:26Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span><strong>J</strong>uego de corazones</span></p>
<p><span><strong>A</strong>trapados en un bosque de caricias</span></p>
<p><span><strong>N</strong>o me pesa amarte</span></p>
<p><span><strong>I</strong>sla de mi encanto, eres tu</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span><strong>B</strong>usco la manera de nunca</span></p>
<p><span><strong>O</strong>lvidar ningunos de nuestros besos</span></p>
<p><span><strong>M</strong>i candela, mi</span></p>
<p><span><strong>B</strong>ella, mi dentro, mi</span></p>
<p><span><strong>A</strong>fuera, paso el tiempo</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span><strong>R</strong>ecordandote en los colores del cielo</span></p>
<p><span><strong>O</strong>lvido todo dolor cuando bailo tu</span></p>
<p><span><strong>S</strong>alsa, me</span></p>
<p><span><strong>E</strong>mborracho con tu musica</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span><br /></span></p>
<p>Copyright &copy; 2010 by&nbsp;Roberto 'Plena' Irizarry</p>
<p><span class="full-image-inline ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/storage/19246_1346030537567_1435380065_30966987_4863431_n.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1265154295936" alt="" /></span></span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>moth bitten apples and friends</title><category term="Poetizing"/><category term="enemies"/><category term="frenemies"/><category term="friends"/><category term="loss"/><id>http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/2/1/moth-bitten-apples-and-friends.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/2/1/moth-bitten-apples-and-friends.html"/><author><name>Jani Rose</name></author><published>2010-02-01T21:11:50Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:11:50Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span>i feel so small</span></p>
<p><span>in the hot lamp light of the scrutiny from those</span></p>
<p><span>who nestled their chests up against my back</span></p>
<p><span>to feed off of the warmth&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>that they thought was my life</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>you dont know me</span></p>
<p><span>stranger who lied in the face of my certainty</span></p>
<p><span>who balked in the face of my bald open faced adoration</span></p>
<p><span>angered by the revelation, a lack of perfection i never claimed</span></p>
<p><span>disappointed by my humanity you discarded me&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>while i forgave you for being real</span></p>
<p><span>but i looked inside...past the refuse into the core</span></p>
<p><span>and saw lovely, fragile, broken...</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>i feel so small&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>after having given smiles sutured from the wooly sinews&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>that held my miserable heart together&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>rose up out of the mouths of the moths floating around in my belly</span></p>
<p><span>shaken with fear of not being good enough</span></p>
<p><span>for you</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>my arms, bags of blood,&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>wrapped around you pumping i love yous</span></p>
<p><span>because i know they heal</span></p>
<p><span>and you really really need it</span></p>
<p><span>and genuine emotion poured into little plastic cups&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>doled out dutifully to those who know that they don&rsquo;t really&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>give two fucks or shits</span></p>
<p><span>and i gave 3 or 4&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>like vitamins for your sallow soul,&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>for a little bit, for a little while, just a little hit</span></p>
<p><span>but they don&rsquo;t matter now</span></p>
<p><span>swallowed and gone</span></p>
<p><span>flushed like yesterday's digested morsels</span></p>
<p><span>you'd rather be rid of me now that i no longer serve&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>the purpose that i was intended to</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>bitter i can be biting into the apples handed to me</span></p>
<p><span>worm bitten moldy full of animosity</span></p>
<p><span>you ask me to share it with others</span></p>
<p><span>i am done - making excuses</span></p>
<p><span>trying to dig my way out from under the ugly truth</span></p>
<p><span>that&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>you dont&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>see me</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>didnt really</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>know me</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>no matter how much you think you understood</span></p>
<p><span>you saw only what your selfish mask allowed</span></p>
<p><span>as you walk through life with that filter cutting off the corners of your vision</span></p>
<p><span>please try to comprehend</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>remember...</span></p>
<p><span>i was genuine</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span>and now that the love is gone and your</span></p>
<p><span>friendship is no more an than an illusion</span></p>
<p><span>sitting here remembering makes me feel so small</span></p>
<p><span>&nbsp;</span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>...one of those days...</title><category term="Heart Sounds"/><category term="Love"/><category term="frustration"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="relax"/><category term="smile"/><id>http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/1/28/one-of-those-days.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/1/28/one-of-those-days.html"/><author><name>Jani Rose</name></author><published>2010-01-28T18:42:31Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:42:31Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>today was a heavy laden day</p>
<p>full of confused miscommunication</p>
<p>feeling like garbled rocks and marbles</p>
<p>in my mouth throat and ears</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>feeling like trying to drag a cardboard box&nbsp;</p>
<p>full of old familiar books, even adored ones,</p>
<p>dragging them words through the snow</p>
<p>in a cardboard box with a rope tied around it,</p>
<p>even though it would be easier to leave them there on the curb</p>
<p>it wouldn't be better, just easier.</p>
<p>so we pull</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>there's this awful oppressive feeling</p>
<p>like a wet blanket smothering flames hovering</p>
<p>between the lines</p>
<p>and i just want to say sweet things,&nbsp;</p>
<p>whisper i love yous and&nbsp;tell you that</p>
<p>your smile is the glowing crescent</p>
<p>rising over the horizon promising&nbsp;a golden day...&nbsp;</p>
<p>but you're not smiling right now</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>nope. at this point in the junction, i can't</p>
<p>because right now when i say "hello"</p>
<p>you say, "what?"</p>
<p>and when i say "goodbye"</p>
<p>there is silence</p>
<p>and i say, "hello?"</p>
<p>and you say "huh?"</p>
<p>and i say "goodbye"</p>
<p>and you say, "what?"</p>
<p>and now i'm just dizzy...</p>
<p>it's actually easier to stay on the line...</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>today was a heavy laden day...</p>
<p>until i saw you</p>
<p>handed you a bottle of white</p>
<p>listened to the tellings of your day</p>
<p>about work&nbsp;and self-control at level 10,</p>
<p>you did good inspite of corporate hand</p>
<p>around your throat...</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>as you spoke, the fact warmed into me...</p>
<p>i had known deep down that i was your refuge</p>
<p>that the crappy ass day of question marks</p>
<p>had nothing to do with me</p>
<p>that it was over and</p>
<p>i was part of the solution</p>
<p>so, why tangle myself into it</p>
<p>why fight?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>i'd rather hand you a glass of wine</p>
<p>and let this day melt away</p>
<p>give you a hug,&nbsp;rub your hair</p>
<p>and&nbsp;wait for that smile</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Love for Haiti from El Barrio</title><id>http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/1/26/love-for-haiti-from-el-barrio.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.musingsandscribbles.com/journal/2010/1/26/love-for-haiti-from-el-barrio.html"/><author><name>Jani Rose</name></author><published>2010-01-26T17:41:35Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:41:35Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p>
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