Thursday, April 28, 2011

"Privacy Fence"

Yes it's slotted, so hows it private? It's a tease
It's tall too, but so is the treasure it protects
Very preventive, if I want it to be
See you'd have to go around if you don't have the key
I'd have to literally open it for you
Sorta LET you in
You know the password
You have what it takes to bypass the code
You can't use trickery
You can't break or tear it down
Yes, you can use skill
No you can't have a clue
If you can hop THAT fence
You can hop THIS fence...

Monday, April 25, 2011


  • OK
  • SURE
  • UH HUH
  • YEA
  • FINE
  • YEP

Monday, April 18, 2011

Delicate Ambiguities



Saturday, April 16, 2011

Do you see what eye see

Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder. The same holds true for the consumer when they know what they're looking at.

If you've ever visited an art museum, you may have questioned the birth of a "piece", puzzled by it's focus. What was the artist thinking. What was on their mind as they whittled or sketched away so eagerly. Once you're able to dissect art, you've seen magic. It unfolds within you as if you're witnessing it's direction, and it visually comes to life.

You can't just look at it, you have to look in it. It may not make sense to you at first, but if you really want to feel what the artist felt, you'll find it. Or maybe not. And that's OK too. All art is beautiful and meaningful to me, I have the gift of reading it. When seeing a formation of colors, directions, dimensions and elevations, it's literally breath taking to me.

I'm thoroughly interested in reading, even if there aren't any words. Art is to be read, it's our visual braille per Se, I get it.

What Did You Do Last Night - Dizzy Lady

I like how you looked, when I looked at you, while you were
looking at me last night

I love how you smiled when I smiled at you, while you were smiling
at me last night

Yea Yea Yea...

I dig what you said when I talked to you, while you were talking
to me, last night

I thought that you were thinking of me, while I was thinking of
you last night

I dreamed that you were dreaming of me...

blah blah blah...

I hope you didn't see me, when I seen you last night

I hope that chick I saw you with, won't be with you all night

You're leaving here this evening, please don't be gone all night

I'll wake you in the morning, or maybe late tonight

If you're mad that I'm mad at you, for what you did last night

Just think of how I feel here without you every night

Don't start...

I like that you were crying when I cried for you last night
I hate that you were leaving, when you left here last night
You promised you wouldn't fight me, when we fought last night
I knew that you were lying when you lied to me last night


Will you be back tonight
Or in the morning

Friday, April 15, 2011


Hi, the self protectant part of me could only make it this far. The loving compassionate part of me is the reason I'm up placing it here at 4:15 am, in hopes it meets your eyes someday.

To recognize that you haVe been one of the most necessary, beneficial to growth people I have ever met. There were times when at my lowest point, you were there to comfort and assure me.
My first/last auto wreck, you were second to 911 becAuse as I said you have a calming effect. My dad was ailing til passing and I chose you to hear the ugly crY, because I knew you didn't care how I sounded as I released. You consistently embraced my sadness and sootheD it with your kind words and understandings.
On the days when I got in my own way, fumbled around and just couldn't get right, there you were to correct my steps. For everyday of our season, and for every reason why God placed us, you need to know I genuinely Appreciate and thank you for fulfilling your role.
The biggest part of me will always love you!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Art Of Schooling

Perfect teaching

Is nothing other than Sharing with
the knowledge that we claim as our
 My heart is teaching me
How to be pure.

My soul is teaching

How to be happy.
I am
teaching you

That no one is Perfect.

That we all can be taught

To be and do

Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Ultimate Transfer

There's gotta be another way there.

For about 6 years now, I've been trying to get to a higher, happier, healthier destination. Yet I've relied on the same mode of transportation. A similar vehicle per Se to replace another and although I gain some knowledge of where I'm headed, I consistently arrive at the same hazardous familiar avenue. 
It's like I've been waiting on a train in a station that's long since been condemned. The train is never coming, I'm taking the wrong approach. Sitting here year after year hoping just one day the road will open and I can finally board.

As I gather my "things" to move on, I'm not bitter. I grasp mental notes and occurrences of passer by's and things I've seen, shared and allowed to exist while I sat. A waste of time yes to some degree, but the quality of the time spent was frequently warm and welcoming. Disguising itself as valuable.

Almost as if I were destined to sit there to wait, learn and find "stuff" to grow on so that I may go on.

The single most lesson I learned was to pay attention to the signs. Just because the doors are open, doesn't necessarily mean the "place" is fully functional.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Getting TOO Personal

One of my issues of communication, is that I am "some timey" I will admit that, and have. You may catch me on a good day and I am all talk. A little flirty and overly informational. I am however, honest. And will not hold back on what must be stressed and or addressed. If at any time I don't respond, I'm either unavailable, or you have caught me at an inopportune time.

The one thing that I have grown to despise is that freakin IM (Instant Messenger). That thing can be a gateway to all things personal. It is one of the first things "some men" ask for in an initial conversation. Yea it makes for quicker communication. But once you give that ID out, your privacy is often invaded unless you are "ghost" which I often am, I'll admit. By the way, I always tell someone at first, "I'm hardly ever on there and am really not into using it". Nor and especially that darn web cam. My main use of the "msngr" is to be alerted of anticipated mail.

Lately I've shut it off all together. One reason being that I have to now respect my "family" time. I have no problem exchanging an occasional hello, or a note or so between web sites in which I frequent. I may even make or respond to a flirty comment. But hey, it's just a time passer. Please don't take it so serious. I can be a pretty good associate, I won't call it friend, because that term/meaning is way bigger than the word.

If you'd rather call me a tease. A mood buster. A seasonal flirt. A louse. What ever your choice of words consist of, I'm cool with it. I've already admitted and warned of my moodiness. So be it what it may. We'll all get over it right? Or maybe not. Either way, "IM" gonna continue to be me.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

The Seven Day Commitment

For seven straight days and nights
It's just you and me
We'll learn one another
I'll teach you of me
I'll further understand you
No one in
No one out
No phones No PC(arrrgg, very tough)
This is yours
That is mine
Ours is what we come up with
Selfish at first
Strange and new
The entire 7
Balanced Emotions
Familiar Equations
Settling and Accepting
Wanting more each day
Sharing time and space
We were fun
We done it now what
Who are we
Did we commit to become us
I hope so
It's day 8
I like you just as much as you like me
Yes I still do
More Please