her lofty ambitions often held her back,Continue reading “perfidy, lofty, dedication aka procrastination”
was it the lack of dedication
to follow through and make them true.
She was tired of trying
and denying it was the problem.
If only they knew…
her beast was back, closing in fast
just as she was rediscovering trust,
but the deliberate perfidy by
some friends was too much to handle,
seriously am not ready for the scandal.
Welcome stormy weather,
let me light a candle.
recorded on 8/13/20. Tonight I share two untitled poems, one that is kind of about prince charming and another about a break-up. I also show off Garbo, who does not want to be on camera. Oh cats, but I love him so. 😻
The question of the night is about how we approach practicing and what is our mindset about it.Continue reading “2 poems and a cameo by Garbo video”
descriptors didn't enamor her so why was she enchanted by this charlatan's words. for a brief second: he was the guy The mojo this charlatan possessed often left her feeling blessed Aw sweetie, anything for you she would reply with a coy sparkle in her eye and a spring in her step magical moments that lasted seconds before he became a bore and spoke out of hand causing her to fall back to earth. Oh, he could’ve been the guy… but remember she wasn't enamored by descriptors zaftig? really? Is that what you see? In her body dysmorphic mind she was unable to embrace her curves and could only equate that word with the worst She missed the body she used to know The body she had before age come and took hold
85 degrees in February!Continue reading “reprobate, acquire, awning”
Oh LA and your endless summers.
Barely any need for sweaters,
only in December.
I look up
only to have those blues skies remind me
that I need to acquire an awning.
It has been a couple of years
the Santa Anas have taken their toll,
the current tarps had to go.
After next week's paycheck,
must make a trip to Home Depot,
then look for a reliable friend,
before those wicked winds come back again.
I had someone in mind,
our interactions have so far
been founded on trust,
but maybe he's not up to the task.
We'll see, I’ve yet to ask.
My favorite mornings are the onesContinue reading “my favorite mornings”
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum
Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here
grateful for another chance
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed,
ready to regret a choice
I'm about to make
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.
Oh my god she gasped silently. What did he do, now? She shrunk back into her shell and turned away. If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge his actions with a reaction… did it happen? Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, far from it, but she giggled as if it was. I mean the respect was reciprocal, but this spectacle he made of himself had little to do with her and more with the frustration so many others had. We were trapped without a visible way out. Sometimes one had to shout, get loud then do somersaults to explain the rationale. However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.
I tried my best to put on a congenial facade, but the patron’s persistance that we had matcha was wearing me down. How many times could I repeat ‘No, we don’t.’
How many times could I list the teas we had in stock. I reminded her again that we weren’t a Starbucks or a cozy corner coffee shop. Still she persisted and insisted that she got one last week. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was on the verge of revealing my darker side. I wanted to walk away, instead I said ‘whatever you say’ and dropped the plain green tea bag in the hot water. Handed it to her, told her to have a nice day and mouthed under my mask please go away.
A noise behind the closed door startled his senses, with a jolt he shot up like a bolt. It was a crash bang clang, a signal that a new disturbance had entered the atmosphere He was tempted to call out "Hello, who's there?" but then he had a flashback to the last time he asked that and blindly opened the door, the last time he attempted to investigate and his world imploded and he crashed through the crack in the cryosphere and found himself here. Inside a dark cell dedicated to his devotions, a place to play out his premonitions undaunted, untethered by outside criticisms. He was not prepared nor ready for this intrusion on his solitude.
I re-read my words
and try to remember the time
but ultimately I remember the mood
that goes with every rhyme.
In some I smile and bask in the joy
that comes from when the writing is done.
In others I relive the darkness
that had enveloped me
as it encroached on my soul
but as I wrote those words
I was finally able to let it go.
I don't know what people
what they will read
what they will eventually
believe of me.
But if they could identify
and know those moments
inhabit us all…
Then I did my duty
and it was worth it all.
My words can be obtuse, I felt I
need to explain myself further
and ended up repeating and repeating
all the time. came across like a bully
because of misunderstanding. I never
meant to hector, didn't mean to
lecture. I was passing on some
information, a codicil, if you
will, something like that.