Now we go to my dwelling
Come Corn Flower
Many Moons lay upon our horizon
May Suns shine warm all our days
May Wind dance upon curl and face
May Waters deafness fill our souls with harmony
Lay with me now until tomorrow's long shadows cover prairie and pine
Friday, January 29, 2016
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Are you a...
...Boulderite forever?
That's where 18 or so months began!
7minutes from getting up from that couch and she pulled him close.
Fast they moved...he loved her kindness, he loved her non negative way of living, he loved her "in search of/grounded relationship thinking" process, he loved her desire to always reach for his hand and more.
If the loves could have only covered up the...
If she only would have not mis-led and have been committed as he was? Trust never did show face and it was over before it began. So close a couple times, so close to taking it to the next level but he gave and then she gave. Lots learned.
Sometime ya gotta ask yourself...
...Are you a?
That's where 18 or so months began!
7minutes from getting up from that couch and she pulled him close.
Fast they moved...he loved her kindness, he loved her non negative way of living, he loved her "in search of/grounded relationship thinking" process, he loved her desire to always reach for his hand and more.
If the loves could have only covered up the...
If she only would have not mis-led and have been committed as he was? Trust never did show face and it was over before it began. So close a couple times, so close to taking it to the next level but he gave and then she gave. Lots learned.
Sometime ya gotta ask yourself...
...Are you a?
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Virtue of...
...Blue, a hue which indeed can imbue.
Language has made blue something that can happen on cue.
Deep from emotion, memory, loss and many more.
Of which there's no time to delve intue.
Language has made blue something that can happen on cue.
Deep from emotion, memory, loss and many more.
Of which there's no time to delve intue.
There truly...
...Can't B a lack in any of us because if we're all alone, that's what we have, iz just our person and we do wut we do w/ that person.
So adding to our person simply brings accentuation.
The challenge in reality may simply B wut our interpretation iz of said accentuation's and finding a balance for each person?
So adding to our person simply brings accentuation.
The challenge in reality may simply B wut our interpretation iz of said accentuation's and finding a balance for each person?
Monday, April 28, 2014
If he was here...
Near 300 mile between his hand and her hair
West young man...where cougar makes lair
Optimist, realist, idealist
Different takes...real big lake
Making lists, trying t' figure out the jist
Adrift perhaps in an ancient mystery
Reckon not, neuros and dorphins power such a rift
Modern jargon describes as chemistry
He goes, she goes...neither really knows
Days and nights pass...and her wonder is
What would life be like...
...if he was here
West young man...where cougar makes lair
Optimist, realist, idealist
Different takes...real big lake
Making lists, trying t' figure out the jist
Adrift perhaps in an ancient mystery
Reckon not, neuros and dorphins power such a rift
Modern jargon describes as chemistry
He goes, she goes...neither really knows
Days and nights pass...and her wonder is
What would life be like...
...if he was here
Monday, February 10, 2014
Women are like cars...
...there's so many and so little time!
But in the end, there's only one I desire...
She's a natural beauty with intoxicating curves
Purrs like a kitten and sometimes roars
Puts a smile on yer face and is sexy clean or dirty
Soak up her aroma, caress her gently and...
...she'll take you on a ride you'll never forget
The car's a 1957 Jaguar XKSS
And your name is __________ ___________
But in the end, there's only one I desire...
She's a natural beauty with intoxicating curves
Purrs like a kitten and sometimes roars
Puts a smile on yer face and is sexy clean or dirty
Soak up her aroma, caress her gently and...
...she'll take you on a ride you'll never forget
The car's a 1957 Jaguar XKSS
And your name is __________ ___________
Thursday, March 7, 2013
If I was a rat...
...I would eat an orange
I would use my tight-rope skills and scamper that electric wire, right down into the orange trees center
Look around I would, quick left then right
There it is, the one I saw last night
Down the branch I'd go
Gotta hurry though, daylight is breaking, no time for slow
Off the branch, now down to twig, go go, no time for slow
Twig is bending and bending, looks just like a bow
Why do oranges only grow at end of twig
I have to hold on so tight, veins popping big
Oh, my orange, I love you so
Your smell, your taste, your color, look how you glow
Hurry, hurry daylight's breaking
Hanging low in my bow, I bite and bite, this orange is so freaking...
Oh, my orange, I love you so.
I would use my tight-rope skills and scamper that electric wire, right down into the orange trees center
Look around I would, quick left then right
There it is, the one I saw last night
Down the branch I'd go
Gotta hurry though, daylight is breaking, no time for slow
Off the branch, now down to twig, go go, no time for slow
Twig is bending and bending, looks just like a bow
Why do oranges only grow at end of twig
I have to hold on so tight, veins popping big
Oh, my orange, I love you so
Your smell, your taste, your color, look how you glow
Hurry, hurry daylight's breaking
Hanging low in my bow, I bite and bite, this orange is so freaking...
Oh, my orange, I love you so.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Provoke
Thy web may drip and tangle...
...thoughts, they do dangle...
...focus, be curious...miff the strangle.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Never met...
The woman who delayed our day
Was she on bicycle
Was she mother or grand
Sun shone bright
Ocean danced of boards and kite
As our tonnage pressed tracks to ties
Thinking, was she, this her final high
Laugh, did she loud
Vista clear, not a cloud
Aroma sweet...was she
Who mourns thee...
...woman never met
Was she on bicycle
Was she mother or grand
Sun shone bright
Ocean danced of boards and kite
As our tonnage pressed tracks to ties
Thinking, was she, this her final high
Laugh, did she loud
Vista clear, not a cloud
Aroma sweet...was she
Who mourns thee...
...woman never met
Monday, May 28, 2012
That's first...
I suppose...
...twenty feet closes to two, thence zero
locked eyes loose focus, hip bones touch, quads press to bureau
cheeks slightly roll, breath heard, she inhales
right hand firmly into small, his energy impales
Sense rushes, stimuli wail, both begin to swell about
her squeeze tightens, his fingertips deeper yet, firing throughout,
breath from deep within rolls off her ear. She takes it no more
lashing out, mouth opens, ear lobe bitten...declares war
Cotton expands, doused in fluid
her husband looks on, eyes connect, brain shoots a burst
forcefully she pushes away...of course, introductions...
...that's first
...twenty feet closes to two, thence zero
locked eyes loose focus, hip bones touch, quads press to bureau
cheeks slightly roll, breath heard, she inhales
right hand firmly into small, his energy impales
Sense rushes, stimuli wail, both begin to swell about
her squeeze tightens, his fingertips deeper yet, firing throughout,
breath from deep within rolls off her ear. She takes it no more
lashing out, mouth opens, ear lobe bitten...declares war
Cotton expands, doused in fluid
her husband looks on, eyes connect, brain shoots a burst
forcefully she pushes away...of course, introductions...
...that's first
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Mesa of the Desert
Eyes Clouded...
...to an opal blue pearl hue
Sweetness to all she did imbue
Hearing gone but your vibrations she always felt
Hey they're here, her bark belt
You know way back they took this and did that...made her afraid
But her last few years...making lots of friends
They were the best, her Mom, like a beautiful serenade
Your loss is my loss, fortunate to pain so deep
Breath inside flows, life you still reap
Venture on my friend without...
...Eyes clouded
...to an opal blue pearl hue
Sweetness to all she did imbue
Hearing gone but your vibrations she always felt
Hey they're here, her bark belt
You know way back they took this and did that...made her afraid
But her last few years...making lots of friends
They were the best, her Mom, like a beautiful serenade
Your loss is my loss, fortunate to pain so deep
Breath inside flows, life you still reap
Venture on my friend without...
...Eyes clouded
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Slightly cordial...
...to infuriated in 2 seconds.
68 degrees today and pissed w/ rain near all yesterday, so down to the beach i go.
guy heading across crosswalk and approaches me at corner.
"Hey, ya got a dollar so I can get a meal?"...this was the slightly cordial portion
"No."...politely i replied
"You're goin to prison motherfucker!"...his eyes attempting to split my skull in half
"When?"...inquisitively asked
"Very soon motherfucker!"
"Wow."
"You like to get 'em high, then watch 'em fall asleep and rub yourself all over those little girls don't you!"...his intensity and adrenalin spewing out his fingertips
no more words to come from my mouth...just started walking
"You like to get 'em high, then watch 'em fall asleep and rub yourself all over those little girls don't you!"...this he repeated over and over while i walked North
how much of what he spoke had he experienced personally?
68 degrees today and pissed w/ rain near all yesterday, so down to the beach i go.
guy heading across crosswalk and approaches me at corner.
"Hey, ya got a dollar so I can get a meal?"...this was the slightly cordial portion
"No."...politely i replied
"You're goin to prison motherfucker!"...his eyes attempting to split my skull in half
"When?"...inquisitively asked
"Very soon motherfucker!"
"Wow."
"You like to get 'em high, then watch 'em fall asleep and rub yourself all over those little girls don't you!"...his intensity and adrenalin spewing out his fingertips
no more words to come from my mouth...just started walking
"You like to get 'em high, then watch 'em fall asleep and rub yourself all over those little girls don't you!"...this he repeated over and over while i walked North
how much of what he spoke had he experienced personally?
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Twas scrawled...
...Happiness is best when shared
been shared...
...Companionship is missed most
...The best things in Life are free
How do we complicate "survival" in such ways
Desire I reckon stands tall
been shared...
...Companionship is missed most
...The best things in Life are free
How do we complicate "survival" in such ways
Desire I reckon stands tall
Monday, December 26, 2011
Willet Hot Springs Christmas
Thought I was headed to Sespe Hot Springs, however my out of practice body was aching enough, so Willet was quite a delight!
...realized I'm good for about 5 miles/day. More than that and too much is missed.
...so on day hikes, go for 2.5 miles one way.
...don't forget the bugspray
...only one piece of footwear, Keens only? Perhaps?
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Wishing...
...so here.
Arriving inspired and in-tune.
Several hours traversed...miles be unknown.
Sought was not a grove perfectly growin.
Rather Aspens connected to Wind sister...creating slight quiver.
The kind, deep in the woods, ones evoking delightful shiver.
Move I did, a branch or two, this spot is right.
Slowly now, up goes crisp tent of white.
Last stake, lashed to ground.
Lay carefully, vermilion red carpet all around.
And days, yes it did take.
No matter, mortise and tenons now take shape.
Soon, this four post feathery bed will engulf her nape.
Fire roars, so close, its heat we do taste.
Our wet earth perimeter does still seep.
Whilst wild flowers past full bloom...faintly weep.
Us wearing all black, barefoot and uncombed.
Before I undress you and heighten other senses.
You yearn to be blindfold throned.
Abandon the grove, we do.
Prior to next path trod...thy mind begins to hone.
Precisely as her beauty and depth compares.
Kemala, I name her...my brilliant stone.
Fire gone a lass.
Sitting, brushing hair of Kemala, time does pass.
So here...
...Wishing
Arriving inspired and in-tune.
Several hours traversed...miles be unknown.
Sought was not a grove perfectly growin.
Rather Aspens connected to Wind sister...creating slight quiver.
The kind, deep in the woods, ones evoking delightful shiver.
Move I did, a branch or two, this spot is right.
Slowly now, up goes crisp tent of white.
Last stake, lashed to ground.
Lay carefully, vermilion red carpet all around.
And days, yes it did take.
No matter, mortise and tenons now take shape.
Soon, this four post feathery bed will engulf her nape.
Fire roars, so close, its heat we do taste.
Our wet earth perimeter does still seep.
Whilst wild flowers past full bloom...faintly weep.
Us wearing all black, barefoot and uncombed.
Before I undress you and heighten other senses.
You yearn to be blindfold throned.
Abandon the grove, we do.
Prior to next path trod...thy mind begins to hone.
Precisely as her beauty and depth compares.
Kemala, I name her...my brilliant stone.
Fire gone a lass.
Sitting, brushing hair of Kemala, time does pass.
So here...
...Wishing
Monday, November 28, 2011
Horrible business...
...plan!
Realized two days back that I signed w/ my Commercial/Print agent 5 months back and was/am grateful for such event. So 12 auditions later or 2.4/months and have not booked one, which is not good however is typical from what I understand. People have shared stories of going 2 years or someone going on 30-4o auditions before booking one?
The thing I realized is...this is stupid! I'm not even being exposed to the SAG jobs, I'm paying my dues by auditioning for non-union jobs which typically only pay $500-750/day, maybe you'll get a $1000 to 3000 or even 5000 on the rare occasion? So here's the deal, you generally only get 24 hours notice of an audition and so you are forced to take some type of crappy job that allows you the flexibility to be available/on call on short notice and all of this is on the hope of looking the right way on the right day and giving them what they want.
Now I know I haven't booked yet, but I also know I haven't embarrassed my agency either.
The numbers don't add up! It wouldn't matter if the economy was going gang busters right now, the theory business model is ridiculous.
Time for some change?
Realized two days back that I signed w/ my Commercial/Print agent 5 months back and was/am grateful for such event. So 12 auditions later or 2.4/months and have not booked one, which is not good however is typical from what I understand. People have shared stories of going 2 years or someone going on 30-4o auditions before booking one?
The thing I realized is...this is stupid! I'm not even being exposed to the SAG jobs, I'm paying my dues by auditioning for non-union jobs which typically only pay $500-750/day, maybe you'll get a $1000 to 3000 or even 5000 on the rare occasion? So here's the deal, you generally only get 24 hours notice of an audition and so you are forced to take some type of crappy job that allows you the flexibility to be available/on call on short notice and all of this is on the hope of looking the right way on the right day and giving them what they want.
Now I know I haven't booked yet, but I also know I haven't embarrassed my agency either.
The numbers don't add up! It wouldn't matter if the economy was going gang busters right now, the theory business model is ridiculous.
Time for some change?
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Ignoramice...
...moron of a driver! i'm heading South on Fairfax and me and another motorbiker are cutting traffic, i'm up front, i'm forced to stop due to not enuf space to squeeze between cars waiting a stoplite. the car to my left who i'm actually in front of but to the right side of his front bumper...clearly visible, the biker behind me is basically in his passenger windo??? lite changes and i begin to go and dipshit to my left decides he can go also, what happened to space between you and the guy up front...anyways his right front bumper tags my left rear pannard just enuf to wipe me out going 1-2 mph??? rush hour traffic and my bike is laying on its side.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Try t'...
...make sense
It's all so apprehense
I walk these planks az far az they'll take me
Az far az I can, that's how far I go
Why duz the day have to come
My darkness, my hollow keeps the numb
She's around me, to each venture I jaunt
Bloody hell, it's lyke the double window Amity haunt
Spiraled and catapulted, boulders crash as I crawl
Seeking an end to this bath of a brawl
Down this Moon shone lane of shame
She leads such dance, cowardly I throw blame
I walk these planks az far az they'll take me
Az far az I can that's how far I go
It's all so apprehense
Try t' make sense
It's all so apprehense
I walk these planks az far az they'll take me
Az far az I can, that's how far I go
Why duz the day have to come
My darkness, my hollow keeps the numb
She's around me, to each venture I jaunt
Bloody hell, it's lyke the double window Amity haunt
Spiraled and catapulted, boulders crash as I crawl
Seeking an end to this bath of a brawl
Down this Moon shone lane of shame
She leads such dance, cowardly I throw blame
I walk these planks az far az they'll take me
Az far az I can that's how far I go
It's all so apprehense
Try t' make sense
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thoreau...
...warns us to...
"beware of any activity that requires the purchase of new clothes,"
reminding us simplicity is the way we open to everyday wonder.
"beware of any activity that requires the purchase of new clothes,"
reminding us simplicity is the way we open to everyday wonder.
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