Wednesday, March 27, 2013

It seems...

You love me.
...You love me...
I think I...

Butterflies again... Eyes seeking each other out...
After the light and the music dies...
What a hit we make...

The words spoken in silence...
The urgency of now...
Two souls entwined

The jazz of you...
I'm in magic

Secrets unfolding
This truth
Of you...of me...

I feel safe
I feel warm
I feel that I could melt

The me I see in your eyes is perfect
She floats, she jives, she flies
...with you...
A creature of the wind and wild

I am free
I am bare
I am you.

It seems...

I love you

Friday, August 26, 2011

Jesus take the wheel

It's very hard to wax poetic about the mundane

... to compose symphonies about the everyday
or write haikus about non-events

To talk about something you're not even sure of...

I feel as though I'm spinning around a bit and the
universe is completely still...And silent.
...I'd like a crystal ball and Joshua Radin's
album to help me sift through...

It seems I care...

Trying to be so understanding of a situation I do
not actually understand...
Keeping silent to prove a point... Then realizing
it's not a point I should have to proove
Having to be "mature" about things

I bloody HATE it

In the process of long-distance and constant
compromise what gets inside the pie chart and
what's left out cold on the white un-lined paper?

Nobody said it was easy...
But nobody said it was this hard

But then when I juxtapose d confusion with the
moments of akward perfection... Your kooky ears and
non-rhythmic dance... Your jokes that sometimes
aren't funny to anyone but you... Your kind spirit,
How you always want to make everything alright...
Your ability to just "be".

The meals that you believe you can make...
Moments of great take-out...
The fact that I get to "be"

Sunshine... Warm breezes and sandals...
Joy & Story & Character & Honesty

Who understands the gander?
The goose

It is possible to be part of something
yet outside looking in on it?
Is it possible to not know everything there
is to know about a person yet feel a part of their core?
Is it possible to participate minimally but
be invested maximally? Or the reverse?
Or create a median of the two?
Is it possible to make time move backwards,
then forward and just stop suddenly.
Then make it pick up again and start
spinning against its own axis?
Is it possible to confuse yourself even
further when writing to make sense of things?

Your certainty unnerves me...
So I'm leaving this one to the universe, Sia & time.

Jesus take the wheel.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

You won't like December

I've been before... But I'm gonna go again...
I'd like to eat super-cheesy pizza in nondescript little cafes and have sucos de la ranga in mini-jugs...
I'd like to wake up at 9am to have breakfast and watch tv in a language neither of us understands...
I'd like to braid my hair at night while you listen to Freddie Jackson and discuss his videos that I don't bother pretending to care about...
I'd like to drink cheap red wine with really expensive glasses and discuss things that don't affect us from CNN
I'd like to hear you sing along with me to "besa"
I'd like to take a walk and buy bananas and coloured nail polish and juice I'd never drink
I'd like to see the look on your face at the airport... It never gets old
Brace yourself... You won't like December.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

i love you

Not in the way that I should or in d way that I could

Beyond reasonable doubt and in a way I can't explain

I miss you when ur not around

I remember your laughter... And your tears and your smile

You are special and beautiful and perfect.

I wish... I wish... I wish...

But I can't... I'm sorry

I love you though... Really.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


People are people
They live for their own...

People are people
They lie...

People are people
They dissapoint...

People are people
You still love them.

Friday, December 31, 2010

It's almost a new year...

... And I'm grateful for my blessings...
For 2010... The good the great and the inbetween...
My family... My friends...
For love and laughter...

I'm grateful for what has been, what is... And what will be
I'm grateful that I still am.

God is love... And has been so beautiful to me.

I pray for more beauty and perfection and protection from now and in years to come for me and all who surround me.

Happy new year All...

Thursday, November 11, 2010


I miss you... and I hope this message finds you well.
I'm worried that you found what you went looking for... and worried that you might not have found it.

I miss you... and I hope that you had dinner...and a nice bath and got to wear Kiton Black.
I know in my spirit that you are lost... and don't know how to reach out for directions.
I'm here... and will ALWAYS be your friend.

I just found out Seal made a video for our song... My angels will play it for you if and when they intercept you and tuck you to sleep.

Yeah I'm fine... just worried for you... and the person you keep hoping to be... but don't realize you already are.