If I Could Hear You Talking, It Would Sound Like This – Repost from Break Through: Lara Luzim Dance

Take a risk even if it doesn’t make practical sense. If you know and trust yourself, you can have everything you ever wanted. There is no time for regret, only gratitude. Life may not happen in a straight line, but its the winding road full of highs and lows that bring you to your ultimate truth. Enjoy the scenic route and don’t try to over think it…in love…in life…what we want and who we are can surprise us and you can’t always swim with the current. You may gamble and lose, get lost and confused, but if your insides seek to be awakened and alive you must keep rolling the dice. Don’t look to others’ life choices and think you should do the same. Happiness and fulfillment comes in different shapes and sizes, and even if the whole world disagrees with you, it doesn’t make what you want wrong. READ THE WHOLE ENTRY ON BREAKTHROUGH: LARA LUZIM DANCE

All Heart – Repost from Breakthrough: Lara Luzim Dance

The heart is a powerful icon. It breeds images of love, of passion, of throwing caution to the wind. Most people are afraid to trust their heart. So many of us have had our hearts broken, shattered, disappointed. We rarely believe it is a rational way to make important choices. I disagree…that’s a cop-out. The heart beats and blood flows and sends messages to our brain, our body without adornment or judgement. It is our minds that judge it…our bodies that shut down on it. Our heart has the capacity to hold all of our triumphs and failures. If we don’t open it, unthaw it, and feel the intensity of all its bliss and pain…if we choose not to listen to what it’s saying, we can easily end up in cliched situations and mediocre relationships. We love the wrong people, trust the wrong patterns, control the wrong outcomes just so we don’t have to feel what our heart truly wants. READ THE WHOLE ENTRY ON BREAKTHROUGH: LARA LUZIM DANCE

The Tortoise – By Lara Luzim

I feel like I’ve been running away from my past for too long
like sprinting from a bullet fresh out the trigger with my finger on the target
pushing forward into the sunset of my spotless mind
I keep trying to rewind time and recall the things I can’t remember
its just one or two memories I’ve convinced myself
no big deal…the question I answered knowingly
an agreement I made with lowered eyes full of shame and embarrassment
I took it on…the family secrets that molested my body and broke my heart
the gun is smoking and I’m choking from the long distance I’ve been running trying to endure and forget just to feel clean
there is a lump forming in my throat fighting to become my battle scream
like a phoenix rising from my perenium giving my soul a voice that has been silent for too long
I double take to catch my breath…in and out
I feel the pressure rise and fall
piercing my chest until I feel my unrest begin to freeze
I am paralyzed by the fear of not knowing if there is more to remember and allowing everyone else to forget that it ever happened
my body ravaged by all the amnesia…I’m standing still…
my feet barely able to move
how do I begin to forgive my past
how do I stop hiding from my truth
how do I integrate the fragments I’ve left behind
and give these pieces a home to feel safe in as I take in the scenery and notice the sunrise inside of me
rays of light sewing the punctured arteries back together
letting the blood flow…warming me…
I watch the bullet pass unable to out-fly its speed
feeling the buzz of its hum rushing by my ears
I hear it whisper
life is meant to be savored
enjoy the flavor
like a fairy without her wings
walking softly between the sky and the earth
I transform into the tortoise
slowly putting one foot in front of the other
carrying my home sweet home on my back
I feel weightless knowing all of me is right where is should be
I start to run this race for myself
no one else to keep up pace
giving myself forgiveness for my quickness is taking grace that I haven’t quite mastered
but I will not sequester its desire to tame me into my present self
I am beautiful
I am strong
I am worthy of this kind of wealth
and so are you…if you choose
to become the tortoise with me
we can shed the hare from our bodies and be naked with all our secrets to share
do you dare
become the champion of your own race
your own bullet that breaks the barriers of sound
so that every voice that was ever lost will be forever found

Revolver: Lara Luzim Dance

Choreographer Lara Luzim in the studio



I gotta find myself
I gotta find myself
I gotta find myself…words like whispers awaken the search
I…of Jewish breed conceived 1978, Cancun sunflower seed
Transplanted to South Florida suburban shores
Baby girl trying to find the world with her baby toes
Dug into the sand I learn to carry palm trees in my hand
willing them to dance
Fake crabgrass imbedded in my ass and salt water dripping
From my eyes I look to the painted sky and recognize
The Formula 411 information that reads like the divorce
From my memory learning to relate to my fragmented fate
Splitting prom dress…I become the seamstress of my own destiny
Notorious Aries, J.A.P. dances and chants. Bleeds, puffs,
Makes love, gets crocked.
I become the version mutated beyond manicured lawns
And cross the border into spiritual psalms
over and over I watch my community assimilate
only to worship money and status
glad their dads and moms became doctors and lawyers
so the hunt for the perfect lifestyle would become easy to obtain
Just follow the Formula and let the Rabbi explain
Except, no dream, no memory, no shadow remains
And I travel through vacant gated neighborhoods
Looking for signs of the earth and sky in the
eyes of other members of my tribe
I have seen Elijah hanging out once or
twice with Sarah and Lilith throwing
back forties and tokin blunts at my door step
Their voices wept with the same salt water in their eyes
same sand on their skin because we don’t
Come from green grass, we wander in deserts and cross
seas to find inner peace
To find myself I must run away from the fake religion
That plagues me.
This first born female of Jewish legacy
I gotta find myself like Talib Kwelil
His train of thought reminds me that Brooklyn
Is the place to be
That hip hop is the ingenuity, the creative beacon in the middle
of my sleepless night
I …light skin, blue eyes like clear skies, purple heart, black soul
hide dead sea scrolls rewritten by women in the herums of the Goddesss
That tell me to find the meshuguna B-girl that battles ambivalence
Like a saber toothed sorceress
I’ve gotta find myself in this poem
I melt into whispers of Kaddish, praying to remember
Living to forget.
I awaken only to partake in this grander scheme
And I find myself in between dreams
Beginning to find pieces
Of myself
In little things.

Morning, Awake

Poem by Lara Luzim

Ram guts into small bodies and smile
Big smiles for daddy
In me mommy retreats into pearly white melodies
Manipulating the very person I am trying to be
Like a version of a boot leg video recreating
Facial displays augmenting the visual that
Beats my body through mangled lips and
Static eyes tell stories that aren’t mine
How many people live the life that isn’t theirs
Rotating nightmares like it will never be me
Over and over turning tricks from past eras
Generational man slaughter, killing kids in
Pre-adolescence so that innocence becomes
The entertaining notion newscasters use to
Persuade you into believing it is you, it is you
that you need to hide from
and you run away from city streets
and outspoken pothole poets
into suburban landmines pre-destine to congest
in the arteries of each isolated family
And this becomes just another degree of separation
split into quiet corners of solitude that mirrors the
Very images you have already become
See grand and great, grand and great, great and grand
Notions of the person that was once me
but you can’t find it, and you can’t feel it strangled
by its predecessors sent to the corner over and over
until there are too many
fragments formulating full personalities inside
Desperately mocking each other trying to scratch
Their way to the surface
Each attempt defining a new purpose and you begin to burn
and the ashes become the smoke that’s clouded your eyes
and the static starts to subside
And you are left in your own shadows partially dead
But still very much alive and you realize you’ve crossed
Over to the other side, mirrors no longer splitting images
Unafraid to clearly see the predestined person that you’ve always been
No longer poisoned by genetic debris that has been screwing with
Your head since your were three
Say goodbye to my small body
now big pearly white shining star
enter me over and over
and this becomes the ritual
along with my morning coffee
This is the process: shower, shave, shit big smiles,
down drains and learn to contain the more authentic glare
Say it again and again, say it like it will never end
This is the version of self that I will forever mend