when two violins are placed in a room
if a chord on one violin is struck
the other violin will sound the note
if this is your definition of hope
this is for you
the ones who know how powerful we are
who know we can sound the music in the people around us
simply by playing our own strings
for the ones who sing life into broken wings
open their chests and offer their breath
as wind on a still day when nothing seems to be moving
spare those intent on proving God is dead
for you when your fingers are red
from clutching your heart
so it will beat faster
for the time you mastered the art of giving yourself for the sake of someone else
for the ones who have felt what it is to crush the lies
and lift truth so high the steeples bow to the sky
this is for you
this is also for the people who wake early to watch flowers bloom
who notice the moon at noon on a day when the world
has slapped them in the face with its lack of light
for the mothers who feed their children first
and thirst for nothing when they’re full...
Showing posts with label Andrea Gibson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrea Gibson. Show all posts
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Say Yes!
BY Andrea Gibson
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
And All they Know of Hate...
"And all they know of hate was that it couldn't beat the love out of me."
::sigh:: This poem...wow!
Andrea doesn't mention Don't Ask, Don't Tell. She doesn’t have to...this poem is about everything that is so much bigger than that.
Ashes
BY Andrea Gibson
::sigh:: This poem...wow!
Andrea doesn't mention Don't Ask, Don't Tell. She doesn’t have to...this poem is about everything that is so much bigger than that.
Ashes
BY Andrea Gibson
"When they bring their children to my funeral
to scream faggot at my dust
tell them I was born into their casket."
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Friday, September 24, 2010
love isn't always magic
This poem popped up on my ipod the other day and I cried. I'm over it now, but I can't tease out the exact word or thought or emotion that set off the waterworks. All I know is that this poem touched my heart in some way...maybe I need you...
Maybe I Need You
BY Andrea Gibson
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Maybe I Need You
BY Andrea Gibson
"But I know now it doesn't matter how well I say grace
if I am sitting at a table where I am offering no bread to eat
So this is my wheat field
you can have every acre love
this is my garden song
this is my fist fight
with that bitter frost
tonight I begged another stage light to become that back alley street lamp that we danced beneath
the night your warm mouth fell on my timid cheek
as i sang "maybe i need you"
off key
but in tune
"maybe i need you" the way that big moon needs that open sea
maybe i didn't even know i was here til i saw you holding me
give me one room to come home to
give me the palm of your hand
every strand of my hair is a kite string
and I have been blue in the face with your sky
crying a flood over iowa so you mother will wake to venice
lover I smashed my glass slipper to build a stained glass window for every wall inside my chest
now my heart is a pressed flower and a tattered bible
it is the one verse you can trust
so I'm putting all of my words in the collection plate
I am setting the table with bread and grace
my knees are bent
like the corner of a page
I am saving your place"
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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Love is Like Sunshine

The first CD that I have ever purchased twice is the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. Seriously, that CD is the truth...and, when I discovered that it was missing for good, I marched my little hiney to the store to correct the matter. That has been the only CD that has so moved me that I couldn't tolerate its absence, even for a day. That was nearly 6 years ago.
Now, the same feeling has waved over me again. I accidentally loaned out my new Andrea Gibson Yellowbird album to a boy I no longer see. Rookie Move!! (as my bf likes to say...haha)
Anyway...after kicking myself for forgetting to burn it to my computer, I decided to suck it up and order a new one. This chick is just that goooooood!!! Thanks to the beautiful people at CDBaby, I was able to download this mug instantly. Gotta love technology:)
And, since I'm in an Andrea mood, check out this beautiful piece below. It's from her 2006 CD When the Bough Breaks.
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean
During a lightening storm
Because I would rather be left for dead
Than left wondering what thunder sounds like
I'm not looking for someone who can save me
Life rafts might keep you afloat
But they rarely get you anywhere
And I've got places I want to go
....
Love is like sunshine
Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there
I wanna know that I'm here
::sigh:: Simply beautiful!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Andrea Gibson

So, what do you get when you mix my two loves ==> love poems + andrea gibson??? Awesomeness, of course:-) This poem is from her newest cd Yellowbird and has the most unforgettable lines!! I actually just ordered it on cd baby. Can't wait to get it. Please expect a full review when I do.
Enjoy!
Pole Dancer
BY Andrea Gibson
"lover, this is not just another love poem
this is my god damn revolution!!"
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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Blue Blanket

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still
there are days
when there is no way
not even a chance
that i'd dare for even a second
glance at the reflection of my body in the mirror
and she knows why
like i know why
she
only cries
when she feels like she's about to lose control
she knows how much control is worth
knows what a woman can lose
when her power to move
is taken away
by a grip so thick with hate
it could clip the wings of god
leave the next eight generations of your blood shaking
and tonight something inside me is breaking
my heart beating so deep beneath the sheets of her pain
i could give every tear she's crying
a year---a name
and a face i'd forever erase from her mind if i could
just like she would
for me
or you
but how much closer to free would any of us be
if even a few of us forgot
what too many women in this world cannot
and i'm thinking
what the hell would you tell your daughter
your someday daughter
when you'd have to hold her beautiful face
to the beat up face of this place
that hasn't learned the meaning of
stop
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