Friday, March 31, 2006

Feel the sun on your toes and the wind between them.
It will feed you and you will be amazed.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Life Line

I have been blessed
Goddess given the key to my destiny
No map to my path though
No X to mark my spot
In a world where we are taught
To never pass a buck we can keep for ourselves
To chase logos and coins and put our souls on a shelf
But I have been placed here
Made my way to this domain
To maintain
My sanity
Keep joy flowing in my brain
Because I spend my daylight hours chained to someone else's purse strings
A payoff that demeans my dreams
And leaves me wishing my precious moments away
Trapped in the computer buzz silence even though I have so much to say
I'm old world in my simplicity
In that I demand to be
Only who I am and want to be
And I won't give that up in the name of falsified maturity
Or misconstrued responsibility
In my own mind
I'm living out something sublime
And I know that to redeem my life
This birth
This breath
I must put pen to paper
Document the course of my ever winding caper
Share the universe
Through these eyes
This life
This cycle
No time to trifle
With new and improved packaging
It's time to let your heart sing
Satisfaction is only garunteed
If you know what feeds your soul
Despite the high gloss candy pink money train
And 24/7 ad campaign
LIFE STARTS NOW
Operators are standing by

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Without

Without over personalizing
The highly intimate
I can say
That at times
Even I am caught blind sided
By the hoaxes hindrances and helpers
Trying to pass me in this fog
And though the marshmallow blanket view from here
Reminds me of something distant
A memory ever so persistent
This is a new season
Recreation
Regeneration
Take a picture
Of this future postcard memory

Without over sentimentalizing
My carnal knowledge
I know that some people kiss
Like they mean it
And some people
Get lost with you in a kiss
And they're the ones who really mean it
So few and far between
Like a sweet and rare recurring dream
And all I can do
Is reconstruct the scene
To lure in new ghosts

Without obliviously stating the obvious
The lessons we need most
Are the ones we only comprehend
After they're done and said
And we never saw them coming
Or knew there was the need
But it got us to the here in the now
To this
Yet-another-rest-stop
Reference point in our pending memories

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Riddle Me This

So my best e-bud asked me a really good question:

Why do we have a name for nightmares, but not for really good dreams?

Well dude, that's a damn good question. I think it's because we don't take happy things seriously. Happy stuff is flaky, superficial, and it's assumed that people are happy because they're too stupid to know they ought to be miserable.

(My Bubby always said: Smile. But don't smile too much or people will think you're dumb.)

We interperet things through or language, so let's give good dreams a name. We'll dub them, define them, and one day be able to tell our friends and lovers of the great dreams we had with ease.

I know there are a lot of proverbial flies on the walls of this proverbial room, but I want input! We must name these! Please slip your brilliant and less than brilliant ideas into the suggestion box marked "comment" and let's get this cerebral party started, shall we?

My suggestions, for what they are worth, include "nightopias" and "nightblisses", but you can do better, right? ;)

Friday, March 10, 2006

Dan's AbFab Photos

Thanks Dan! xoxoxox

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Me (as only Princess Dan can do)



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Underground Radio God: Reverend Elliot Pure (a.k.a The Pirate)
Today is the first true day of spring and it feels divine.
The fields are melting like global warming glaciers streaming onto the sidewalks.
Today even the dead muddy grass littered with empties is a beautiful sight.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Rain, rain...

I'm standing outside your window
In the rain
Or maybe that's just me
And maybe there is no ice water running down my hair
And maybe I am not standing in a puddle
And maybe that is not your shadow
Gliding softly
Through the warm, dry, dimly lit
Room of your own
Maybe it is in my damp head that you half look at the window
As though you feel me there
Or near
But you can't see me through the rain
Streetlights playing disco ball across your window pane
And you see nothing
But feel like part of you
Is out
And in
That rain
Or maybe
That's just me

4U

My beautiful princess,
I am sending you love
Hugs
Flowers
Grape flavored candy
And all the wintermint tea in the world
So please smile and know that even if this moment sucks, better ones are on their way

Friday, March 03, 2006

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Freeze Frame

We were here
Before it was frozen.
We were something different then,
Walking this ground under that sky,
One double instead of two separates;
But it's colder now
These days,
In so many ways.
It looks different under ice:
The pigeons more hungry,
The statue more lonely.
Our words hang frosty in the air
As we walk far apart
And then closer again
Like well worn tracks
With slow progress through winter.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

65 Days Till Tam Tams

You'll notice that I've added some fun links to maximize your viewing pleasure. This page is of course in a state of perpetual evolution as I figure stuff out, which is to say more honestly, thanx to my tech guy PG. Where on the web would I be without you?

I've been receiving a lot of feedback personally on my l'il blog, and I appreciate it immensely. Based on that, I can also say that readership is up, which also rawks, but I want to encourage people to post comments here too. And not just ads for your own page (though if it's honestly related, do it). If there are comments, there can be discussion and community. We can build a little Dawn-ville and grasp at the intangibles and unspeakables the universe has to offer together.

On a separate and damn cold note, real Montreal winter has finally and unfortunately kicked in. I, like so many, am starting to have a hard time keeping my chin up. A stiff upper lip is no fun, especially when it's frozen that way. In my search for cyber sunshine I've been finding a daily dose at this Tam Tams site. It's got a daily countdown to assure you that the good times will roll again, and over 300 pics that can bring summer to you, even from here. People who aren't from Montreal who would like to know where our island keeps its soul, should definitely take a peek and join us in spirit.

Since I've been in such a Hug-The-Mountain mood, I stumbled onto this site which has the history of the mountain and a bunch of neat stuff most Montrealers don't know. It may be a bit nerdy, but I enjoyed thoroughly...

Keep warm: only 65 days left... ;)

In Passing

I am passing the steeple
Attached to the church
Where you walked into a memory
And I fell deeper into you.
We took pictures as the iron and stone
Cast its crosshairs on the bulging moon
And film or no film
For me the image is etched here
Even now as I walk alone
Our moment erased
Our space filled with light.