HERE & NOW

What if I do know who you are?
And I do recognize your eternal eyes
Across eons of skies
Despite rains and ages
Golden memories and countless costume changes
What if I do know who you've been?
What you've seen
Tasted your essence
Does that matter now?
In this room
At this time
Frame of mind
This time round do you care
How we have danced and cried
Laughed and died
In each other's arms and eyes
Dozens of times around before
Or are you tired of seeing me in all these different lights
And endless nights
Can you escape me in your dreams?
You follow me to bed
And there you are all starlight and fantasy
And unafraid of the things
We create
When we are one
And I wake up drunk on hopes and delusions
With gems of forgotten words on my lips
Breathing you in from a distance
Filled with reminiscence
And fond wishes
Carefree touches are delicious
I feel your thoughts near me
Here by me
Inside me
Dreaming me into existence

Firestarter

Beat beat
Sunny rhythms
Climbing through my veins
And I want to start a fire
Birth a revolution.
We’ll name our new rituals
Christen them with the fertile soil
As we sit fireside, hypnotized;
And our souls must dance before our bodies can move
But in our eternity we’ve always known that.
Fire and ashes may seem humble offerings,
But the fates are on our side
And the Gods are touched by our sincerity,
And though we’re chasers of smoke and mirrors
At our core we are all drops seeking the ocean.
And now we have the festival of tonight
And the moon’s blessing
As the music calls us home
To a place these masks have never seen
And there we will beautifully burn until pure morning.

Death By Chocolate

I'm drinking the coffee of my dreams
In a room forged by the optimistic hopes of my youth
And the relative ignorance of my early adulthood.
Despite the dark that presses in
And my own inner storms that threaten electrical fire
The walls here explode with the colours that flowers had before they had names.
The people here appear to have never lost that lust that makes every midnight a fairy tale
And fills every flickering candle with a burnt out spirit breaking free.
Despite the crowd,
And the valiant armour of daydreams and whispered fantasies,
Not all questions can find their answers
And I wonder:
If we could touch the things we see through telescopes
If we would still feel their mystic pull
Or if they would fall in amongst our old toys,
Once loved and now forgotten.
Ignoring the arrogance of my Cynic,
My Realist takes the reins and calls 'em as she really sees 'em,
(Like a fresh breeze through the catacombs of my spirit)
And the truth is I want cake.
And I want to eat it too.
Not a couple of polite guilty bites,
But rather an empowered and decadent display,
Soulful tribute to sugary pastries...
But I get the impression it's all death by chocolate
And as sweet as that smells,
It still sounds like drowning to me.

In Waiting

My feet are blistered by a thousand miles
And few sights
Meaningful moments
That write themselves caught up in life's rhythm
The beat that's blooming now
Afresh
Anew
Hot sun
Clean slate
From here we can see forever
From here the world holds only pearls
Branches stretched out overhead
Across the rolling clouds
Blossoms the color of pure sun
And yet another puddle after so many years
The mud hasn't changed
And the world is still here
Nothing has fallen from my screams
And the fire of my sins is small
Here I wait
Impatient
Pensive
Breath held
And here I am ready for the sun to come

Hope

I hate not being
Whatever it is I'm here to be
The not knowing and the why
Be
All that you can be
Be a killing machine
Move on
Move out
Move up
Through the ranks
Through the crowds
Through the glass ceiling
On to
Something
Above and beyond
Nothing
I hope

Noxzema Girls

Noxzema girls get noticed on their knees at thirteen
'Cuz milk does a body good but they don't know what to do with it
And respect is just a song on mom's radio
Older than old school
Unworthy to download and uncool
Bad boys built Ford tough
Before they're two scoops high
And can you hear me now
Across the Gap parking lot
Your mini van parked in the trunk of your SUV
And maybe she's born with it
But she wasn't
And if you don't keep up
The Joneses will evict you
'Cuz if you're not doing it to someone then it's being done to you
In the second coming beatles will take over the world
And every boy's a pimp
And every girl's a thong song
And you can't pinch an inch
On my Ikea decor
But my soul is sinking like a rock
Email me ---
I'll meet you at Starbuck's.

Resolution '05

Okay, so promises are in the air. Everybody’s asking what everybody else’s resolution is, like they ask if it’s cold enough for ya. I tried to sum mine up as a vow to be more vital, more thirsty for life, more alive in the moment. Aside from how vague and potentially flaky that may sound, it also isn’t the how-to-for-dummies version I need it to be in the post holiday season, so I’ll break it down as best as I can, greeting the new year with simplicity. Admittedly I usually see this part of the year as the hibernation before the beginning that is spring, but we’ll go with convention on this one.

I vow to treat my own body as I treat Mother Earth; and I will treat Mother Earth as well as my own mother deserves.

I promise that when I choose to be decadent I will choose to do so with joy instead of guilt.

I swear to take a harder line on moderation.

I will be more grateful for my small steps.

I will only allow myself as much time for worrying as I do for rejoicing.

Reacting in anger leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I promise to think about that before reacting.

Quiet contemplation is an important task and deserves equal billing on my day’s To Do list. More unabashed time for that then!

I resolve with utmost conviction to put in more work, bust down more doors, and never give up the hope of seeing my work in print. You only deserve the fate you are willing to work for.

And I promise to update my blog more too. =)

May your year be bursting with flavour, and may that flavour be sweet.