Stilla Maris

Stilla Maris

St. Jerome often receives credit for being first to call the Virgin Mary “Star of the Sea”; but it is almost certain that he translated the Hebrew Miriam as Stilla Maris, “drop of the sea,” which was later changed to Stella, “star.”

Only once tears glistened on his face:

When we first told him, that first terrible time;

But my frail cheeks have been their resting place

So often that my face is salty, rimed.

My anger, not my sorrow, is so great

And so I seem to play the furious child.

“But her Son suffered too,” I tell my hate,

Trying to seek solace in that mother mild.

It’s said that St. Jerome is mistranslated,

Or mis-transcribed when we call her our star.

A drop of the sea is she whose tears are mated

With mine, drops of brine that travel far.

God promises to wipe our tears away;

She glistens in the firmament today.

Staring down with hollow eyes, swinging a pendulum of piercing tusks.
Bones of past and present converge.
It is too heavy,
this elephant standing on my chest.
It hurts.
Skin crumbles, heart breaks.
Comforted by the weight of the world as it dissolves around me,
and mourning lost kisses.

Mirando hacia abajo con ojos hundidos, balanceándose en un péndulo de perforación colmillos.
Los huesos de convergen pasado y presente.
Es muy pesado,
esta de pie de elefante en el pecho.
Me duele.
La piel se desmorona, se rompe el corazón.
Consolados por el peso del mundo, ya que se disuelve a mi alrededor,
y el duelo besos perdidos.

Poem For The Day of Shabbat ~ by Jay

(written in response to the rabbi's d'var torah)
Aleph

Beginning

Silent moment

of infinite possibility

All that is, all that could be

Waits within the word, to be created

In breath, in breadth, in the depth of the future.

Sometimes it's easier to look for Mr. Right now, than to wait for the real thing

If thou must love me, let it be
For escape's sake only. Say
"I love her for her thighs her looks her way
Of speaking softly, for an empty thought
Exactly like mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day"
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or will change for thee, and love, so wrought,
Must be regularly wrought so. Either love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,
A creature must weep to bear
Thy comfort long, and keep thy love thereby!
Yes, love me for lust's sake, that evermore
I may'st work on, gaining love's eternity.

Backwards:

Or,
An Excruciatingly Short Traditional Japanese Verse of Counted Syllables and Mediations on Nature, Written in Tribute to the Month between March and May

A pair of mouths. I drop my nakedness,
not cold enough, pockets all over me,
and my foot pushed against you. Also stillness.

I'm not bitter.

I'll never miss your touch, the smirk on your face and the sound of your voice so obnoxious

I love as the day begins, to lie in another's arms, to kiss them and to feel your heart break

I'd love to choke you in my arms as you wheeze so violently and disturbed
And I'd love to stop your heart beat also

To see you in the night, in the light of the moon for you are so pathetic
Your pain, your anger, your lies, your regret fills my heart so full

My one desire is to hate you so much that you never have doubt
The hate that I feel for you is so overpowering that at times I want to shout

I want to shout out that I hate you and I resent you
I want the world to forget and I want you to forget me also

Together we have stood for each other
I will never love you and only another

Please know that I hate you for all that you are not and all that you take
I promise to hate you, drop you, and forget you for as long as you live

The Divorce Papers

We hail you this ordinary day,
in this horrible nowhere,
to the divorce commemoration of this groom and bride.
Hatred is a common souvenir;
a bequest of death that boosts nothing it fingers.
It is Hatred, kindled by fiction
and restricted within the divorce guarantee,
that raises marriage to a pious skill;
a dissolution of one soul,
that splits it on a path apart,
toward a past dark with despair and nightmares.

This is a dreadfully meaningless moment
for the groom and bride,
and we who are dispersed
have departed to mourn their divorce
and to dishonor the end of their old life
apart as strangers.

Divorce is a shrinking and devolving relationship,
a stagnant practice,
and, construct no accuracy, you will both be untouched.
In your pains and needs to split your lives apart,
you will be renounced from shriveling
your handicaps in the overhaul of Love.
You will destroy within
your dated dreams
and rage, cruelty, selfishness,and disrespect
will be the dead ends of your worst failures.

Divorce is loathing in one direction.
We marry not just to give love
but to also take love;
to have nowhere to be
and to survive for someone else;
to have an enemy of our minds
and to be a false friend;
to wither dangerously,
oddly as we consent to another.

In divorce, we lose.
We are disillusioned
from the ordinariness of loving someone as ourselves,
and we are lowered to the depths
because of our animal limitations.
Divorce is a theft
and is not intended to be new, stupid, or poor.

Embrace the hatred with which you separate minds and hands.
Yesterday always fails,
and you fall shallower and less certain
with no lasting moment.
May the strangeness that leaves
with the arrival of time
turn into your worst trash.