Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Naked with Chanel No 5: I can not control all fairy tales.

We are all but players in each other's stories and tonight - more so than ever, of this - I am aware.

There is a villain in my story, a tall and cold selfish villain of a man who stole from me and gave nothing in return who found a vicious witch upon my demise. She took, she crooked, she broke what I crafted and lovingly scripted. She destroyed with one lethal kiss a story I'd spent a decade building and painfully lost. She took from me all grace.

I am the intrepid princess, determined to do right over wrong and give without remorse and create without restraint, I am my own hero. Because in my story - what else might I be?

And yet - in their eyes, I am the villain. The cold, the aggressive, the ungiving. The one who rejected Prince Charming and dismayed his righteous journey. To him, I am flawed, dramatic and unworthy of his triumph. To her - the burden he had to bear on his journey into her arms. He was trapped and she freed him. No matter my story, it is theirs which prevails. I am their villain.

And she, the conniving and ungraceful villain of my story, is simply a princess who after a long journey of lonely pain has finally found the prince charming of her own fairy tale.

So to this I shall resign my own art of words. Two tales of three villains, two princesses, and one prince. It is simply the mirror through which we look to find the story's reflection.

To recognize the characters we play in the story of others is essential, but most importantly to be pleased with the character we play in our own, is the only happily ever after.



Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thanksgiving for Friendship

I am grateful for friendship
in all its evolutions,
and believing that tomorrow
might be better than today.

Yet if it is not
and today is all I’ve got
then thank you for the times we have had.

Thank you for the loves I’ve loved
and the life I’ve lived,
the stories I’ve heard,
the adventures you've shared,
and the tales we have told.

I am honored.

Thank you to all
who have laid the cobblestones
upon the road I’ve journeyed,
and mortared the bricks in my creative foundation.

 It is this richness and strength
that you have brought to my wanderings
for which I am most grateful.


Monday, November 21, 2011

I don't know platonic

There are words in my vocabulary, that I've never really understood.

Yesterday, I spent a few minutes, a gas station re-fill in the chilly rain, wrapped up platonically - cold but arms wrapped, held - sweet. Two hearts inches apart, and yes - just friends. Like you imagine.

But let's be honest.

Without connection, there is no reason to spend time in tandem.

With connection, I am simply not platonic
because for a moment, you saw me
and nobody else ever actually does.

And perhaps I am not lucid, or you might think I am a bit batty - and I've never asked

What's your version of this? What do you imagine might not be awkward?

Because I've never asked. What do you expect?

What do we do the next time we cross paths?

And how do you understand this word

platonic?

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Naked with Chanel No: 5 - On friendship

You found me inspiring
ok
That's what I saw in you

You found me amazing
ok
I was amazed by you

You seek my friendship
ok
I want more

And simply put
after hours of thought
there's nothing less
that works for me.

Grateful for my caring nature
respectful of my honesty,
at ease,
and trusting.

Those kindnesses don't grow with 
just my friendship.
It is not for all to acquire.
They are not offered in the instance of mere 
acquaintances.

They come from more
and I want more
and with less 
we are limited.

To you
I cannot expend
the emotion.

I have been here before.

And for that,
I am
on this occasion
infinitely strong.

Sunday, November 6, 2011