Sunday, February 27, 2011

Living for 200 years

What if you could?
What would you do differently today?

What would you learn,
Where would you travel,

What would you risk?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Highs and Lows

So what if they are only high because we allow them to be,
and what if they are only low, because we go low with them.

Would such variations in experience actually be defined
by the intermittent reactions of our own emotions?

Because really, there may be no high or low,
it's just how we individually perceive
the basic cadence of life.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Repercussion

I am sick of the echoes
of repercussions
for actions that weren't intended
to hurt

and annoyed by the traps I fall in
because I don't deserve
to always be punished
when am I rewarded?

Broken by my own flexibility
which was embraced with abandon
just days ago.

Wounded by perpetual passion
encouraged by those who temporarily desire it most

and magnetically always connected
to a continued flood of attention

until I am alone
because I actually need
something more.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Aching: A Haiku

My back is rigid
painful muscles ache and creak
rear ended car crash

So I Still Love You

A year ago
life changed

and in a waterfall
of cataclysmic effects
i realized that i love
you

and i have tried
to erase this
but it won't evaporate

and somehow
i will dissipate
this emotion

because there
are bigger
mountains to climb

and I am better
with you in tandem

even if under restrictions
together, we will climb.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Nope: A Haiku

Can't shrink even now
when I might feel weak and cold
because, I got this.

Friday, February 18, 2011

The Highs and Lows

A day of highs
every bit of energy released
for a purpose

and with success

is followed swiftly
by an inevitable crash

in the morning
a letter from a
defensive parent.

And I didn't ask you to write
And I don't want to fight
because you just bring me down

lower than I would already be
after that high.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I only wanted to get my feet wet again

She only wanted to get her feet wet again ~
struggling under the ocean's crest ~ 
she reluctantly swims to shore.


___________________
Now she must retract
because once again her heart has begun to
beat in rhythm with the motions of this
undulating wave.

Despite  best intentions, she could not stay away
from a tide that drew her in, capturing her passion
in its charismatic blue waves.

I only wanted to get my feet wet again.

But this time
was no different
and her highly attuned sensitive curving form,
when pulled unintentionally
into the depths of this tide

came with the responsibility of an
equally sensitive mind

because for one's body to be so purely magnetically passionate
so must her soul

and the inevitable entanglement of the seaweed
with her heart
though briefly forgotten at the height of the wave's crest

is a perpetually drowning truth

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Left

I left my house at 7:30 AM this morning
and I have nothing left.

Wandered through the adventure of friendship
attempted to create a new home

amongst new friends and
blended old traditions

and 18 hours later
i am alone, exhausted

and I have nothing left.

But tomorrow, I will try again.

Friday, February 4, 2011

At the end of her day

She sits back inhaling the quiet fumes from her end of evening scotch and remembers a day that involved a beach hike, writing a script, singing karaoke, compiling a paper on the entrepreneurial misgivings of the dot com era, balance sheets and cash flow practice, coordinating a production, and realizes - sometimes life is fairly confusing on any given day, but without this polarity, she would quickly grow bored.

So she settles in with 1925-1970 Pablo Neruda Poetry: Bilingual Edition and expects that again tomorrow she will set forth on a varied journey.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Shoes

600 dollar shoes
make sense
when you wear them
on the best day
you've had lately,

twice.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

On Hold: He lived a lifetime one night while waiting on hold to book a ticket to New York

There's a movie in here somewhere, about a guy who's life changes entirely while he's on hold.

Maybe it's a love story.
Maybe it's a comedy.
Maybe it's the beginning of a new tale.

Maybe it's a Pineapple Express raunchy comedy action movie with a side of meets-the-girl-of-his-dreams, Knocked Up style, in between conversations with operators from Fargo who can't check his miles balance without putting him on hold for ten to fifteen minutes in between,

but somewhere between the hours of 8:04 PM and 9:47 PM last night,

the lives of characters on-hold.....changed.