Life’s fluid oozes out gently,
as if unwilling to part from the sweet haven
of moist, comforting veins that have been
Rudely sliced with a
steel rimmed blade.
Is this how death arrives…
Undignified, sprawled in a musty barn,
Where the feeble, last sighs,
mingle with the dusty earth.
Monday, July 27, 2009
the rationale behind it all...
What’s more difficult than writing trash…- writing Complete trash…
But I’ve fairly mastered the Art, for Art it is.
Anything that takes up so many sheets of paper – double sided – and fills the dust bin so many times, and eats through over a dozen pencils is crying out for an Art label.
Mind you, I make no mention of the amount of hair and wrinkles, lost and gained respectively – in a superhuman, butt-clenching effort to churn out one, pithy, masterpiece of an insipid sentence.
Yup! Complete trash – that’s my forte.
But I’ve fairly mastered the Art, for Art it is.
Anything that takes up so many sheets of paper – double sided – and fills the dust bin so many times, and eats through over a dozen pencils is crying out for an Art label.
Mind you, I make no mention of the amount of hair and wrinkles, lost and gained respectively – in a superhuman, butt-clenching effort to churn out one, pithy, masterpiece of an insipid sentence.
Yup! Complete trash – that’s my forte.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Let me be the one you come home to…
I wish I were the moonlight,
streaming in and bathing you
in a radiance that is as bright,
As my love for you is true.
I wish I were your favorite song,
Oh! It would be such bliss,
to be touched (all day long),
by the caress of your lips.
I wish I were the flower,
that you so gently took,
and carried around for an hour,
then gently saved in a book.
But most of all I wish to be,
the one you come home to,
the one who makes you happy,
the one who’s loved by you…
streaming in and bathing you
in a radiance that is as bright,
As my love for you is true.
I wish I were your favorite song,
Oh! It would be such bliss,
to be touched (all day long),
by the caress of your lips.
I wish I were the flower,
that you so gently took,
and carried around for an hour,
then gently saved in a book.
But most of all I wish to be,
the one you come home to,
the one who makes you happy,
the one who’s loved by you…
Monday, June 11, 2007
k...beyond jobless! :)
| You Are 92% Tortured Genius |
 You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood. Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island. |
| The Keys to Your Heart |
 You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you. You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore. In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now. |
| You Are 80% Misanthropic |
 Here's the truth: Most people suck. You are just lucky enough to know it. You're not ready to go live alone in a cave - but you're getting there. |
You Are 72% Feminine, 28% Masculine |
 You are in touch with your feminine side. Sensitive, intuitive, and caring are all words that describe you. And you're just masculine enough to relate to both men and women. |
| You True Love Will Maybe Find You |
 But it's going to be tough! You're not really around to find. You really need to get yourself out there if you're expecting to find love. Go somewhere (anywhere!) new from time to time. Or if you're really shy - at least join a dating site. |
| Your Sloth Quotient: 80% |
 You're a pretty lazy person, and you relish in your own sloth. While being lazy does feel good, you're missing out on the really good parts of life that take a little work. |
| You Are Best Described By... |
 Impression, Sunrise By Claude Monet |
| You are 60% Taurus |
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even more jobless!
| Your Career Personality: Flexible, Good-Natured, and Energetic |
 Your Ideal Careers: Actor Dog walker Elementary school teacher Fashion designer Interior decorator Fundraiser Musician Personal shopper Veterinarian Wedding planner |
| You Belong in Paris |
 Stylish and expressive, you were meant for Paris. The art, the fashion, the wine! Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park... You'll love living in the most chic place on earth. |
| Your Vocabulary Score: A |
 Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary! You must be quite an erudite person. |
| You Should Get An All Over Tattoo |
 Outrageous and funky Because you should never have to choose just one tattoo |
| You Are From Venus |
 You love all forms of beauty. You love dressing up and anything luxurious. A social butterfly, you're incredibly popular and a great host. You're known for your fairness and affection. And as a frind to all. Careful though! You're desire to please may make you too willing to conform. Be yourself. Focus on what matters to you. You'll be all the more popular for it. |
| You Belong in 1964 |
 You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. |
| You are Agnostic |
 You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care. For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine. You rather focus on what you can control - your own life. And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you. |
jobless - or rather - ungainfully employed!
| Your Career Type: Artistic |
 You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary. |
| Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Gone With The Wind |
 "Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar." |
| Your Mind is 95% Cluttered |
 Your mind is incredibly cluttered. You have so much going on in there, it's hard to think straight. Consider talking to a therapist. It's a good idea to sort through your thoughts, if only to see which ones are worth hanging on to. |
Saturday, June 9, 2007
random rant – and a tribute to dylan
what’s the point of Life
and who said there had to be a point
Life is a series of gloomy episodes
juxtaposed with brief glimpses of sunshine
I wonder what we are so busy trying to achieve
fame, notoriety, pleasure, affluence, happiness
when these are but transitory phases, at best mediocre
and always counterfeit
for every pinnacle of joy you conquer, there is an even higher peak of sadness
then why this mad urge to go on? And on and on
why are we so carefully preserving ourselves
when these hour-glass figures and macho muscles
will one day be ashes to ashes and dust to dust
and who said there had to be a point
Life is a series of gloomy episodes
juxtaposed with brief glimpses of sunshine
I wonder what we are so busy trying to achieve
fame, notoriety, pleasure, affluence, happiness
when these are but transitory phases, at best mediocre
and always counterfeit
for every pinnacle of joy you conquer, there is an even higher peak of sadness
then why this mad urge to go on? And on and on
why are we so carefully preserving ourselves
when these hour-glass figures and macho muscles
will one day be ashes to ashes and dust to dust
at least if one could live with honesty, dignity
this miserable existence would somehow make sense,
to one who is so desperately trying to grasp a shard of clarity
in this miasma of hopelessness
I meet hypocrisy at every turn, in every face
a testimony to the futility of the ‘human cause’
judging by the way we treat animals, I know all is lost
but this random rant is neither here nor there
in this world of changing affiliations
where your heart becomes the biggest villain,
perhaps the only real hero is bob dylan
this miserable existence would somehow make sense,
to one who is so desperately trying to grasp a shard of clarity
in this miasma of hopelessness
I meet hypocrisy at every turn, in every face
a testimony to the futility of the ‘human cause’
judging by the way we treat animals, I know all is lost
but this random rant is neither here nor there
in this world of changing affiliations
where your heart becomes the biggest villain,
perhaps the only real hero is bob dylan
somewhere i have never traveled - e.e. cummings (umm...nice...)
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
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