March 2012 ⋆

Ask, & You Shall NOT

Posted on March 17, 2012 by Kelli Jae BaeliDecember 13, 2015

Excerpt from Supernatural Hypocrisy: The Cognitive Dissonance of a God Cosmology “Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day; teach a man to fish and he will eat for a lifetime; give a man religion and he will die praying for a fish.” ~author unknown* *addition to this quote: “Or he’ll kill because another guy has a fish he wants.” In seeking that rational approach to the question of God, and humanity’s patently blind belief in him, I considered many things. Among them, mental illness of some sort, like epilepsy or Dissociative Identity Disorder, or even … Continue reading →

Plugging In (poem)

Posted on March 10, 2012 by Kelli Jae BaeliAugust 26, 2015

I hear your voice breathless and urgent making your request. I feel my heart, thumping, jumping dancing in my chest. I cup your face, pressing into you– slow, slow– You pull me in, gasping, your lips releasing endearments into my ear. … Continue reading →

The Extended Metaphor of Us

Posted on March 7, 2012 by Kelli Jae BaeliMarch 7, 2012

She flew in under my radar. buzzed my ivory tower, until I noticed her there, gracing the sky with her beauty, like an elegant, fragile bird. When I stopped searching the sky for Harpies and pterodactyls, I saw her…strong in her weaknesses, swooping and ascending, wings white as snow, reflecting the sunlight of hope. And when she landed, and I looked into her azure eyes, I saw her soul, her damaged but still strong wings, and I stroked her, felt the softness of her feathers, smelled the scent of wind and rain, heard the beauty of her song. And I … Continue reading →

To Sleep, Perchance To Dream (poem)

Posted on March 1, 2012 by Kelli Jae BaeliMarch 1, 2012

What magic what survived the holocaust of the bitter edged sword, its flailing sparks upon the stone of US, is drawing a last breath. Seeking peace, I closed my drying eyes, and fell into the netherworld of unreal things, wished real‑ And you, with your lofty, oblivious loyalty, bent to kiss my lonely lips, And for that sharp moment all was as it had been THEN. My brain uninformed, drowsy‑ reality a stone’s throw away, but pale beside the stronger images of THEN‑ Shrouded and sealed in that trustplace, Sleep. from … Continue reading →