Liquid Glacial Table

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The Process

So, coming off another brand new break up. I found myself rummaging through my old notes and poetry, in an attempt to create the illusion of some type of creative organization. And I found this poem that I had written after the end of another relationship. I originally had no title for it, but as I re-read it, I realized that it was able to depict the emotions I went through in my most recent break up. The player and circumstances may have been different, but the concept and emotions were pretty similar. Hence the title 'The Process' was born! This one reads as a 'spoken word'. Aggressive, expressive and has a sense of finality. I think I am truly able to appreciate it more now for what it is. Emotion.

Hope you enjoy.

The Process

Find myself thinkin' bout you,

trippin' bout you.

Wondering what it is about you.

Can't seem to fuckin' shake you.

Cupids got me stressin' bout you,

achin' for you.

Wanting nothing but to be naked with you,

To be totally and utterly consumed by you.

Just wish I could recognize you,

understand you.

Wishing I didn't analyze you,

start to doubt you.

Time has passed, now I'm angry at you,

so fuckin' ballistic-style mad at you!

Can't remember when last I saw you.

Don't want to WANT to see you.

Now my tears have done flowing over you,

crying out for you.

Dust myself off, time to forget about you.

Make myself happy without you.

Cause THIS, ain't even about you,

And ME, I don't got nothin' to do with you.

END.

Life's Love Day.

So, come the eve of Valentine's day, I'll be pulling an over-nighter at work and with any luck I'll be dragging myself into bed by 10am Valentine's morning. Either way I'll be alone. Curled up in my blankets, completely unaware of the passing events of the actual day itself.

Which is why I'm making this blog today.

Needless to say, I initially dreaded the upcoming 'day of love' and all the connotations that come with it. I found myself viewing the day with uncharacteristically severe cynicism and disdain. And leaning towards the belief that Valentine's day was just a day for chocolate and card companies to take advantage of all the 'happy hearts' out there and at the same time make the members of the lonely hearts' club feel like absolute crap.

But the real truth of the matter was this. I was just feeling bummed myself...as I knew that I was a member of the lonely hearts' club this year. And it sucked. I was all too aware of the fact that my chocolate and card would never be given and that I would be forced to realize that my poor little heart was as much broken as it was lonely.

So! After a much needed glass of JD, I came to the realization that the best thing to do was to put an end to my pity party and acknowledge all the truly positive aspects of my life and of myself. (Yes. I had an epiphany... of sorts.) And this is what I came up with:

LOVE is best recognized with truth.

Yes, sometimes it's painful, sometimes it's bliss and sometimes it's just completely incomprehensible. But, the ability to have had been able to discover all of that; makes the value of love immeasurable.

Whether or not we want to admit it, love gives meaning. It gives meaning to life, to passion, to wisdom, to art, to sex, to music, to 'touch'.

It wraps us up, flies us high, throws us down and then picks us up and does it all over again! And we relish it because it makes us feel alive, makes our heart pump. It gives us a pulse.

So although we may not always have the 'type' of love we want, when we want it. We should take the time to appreciate the love we have been privileged to have, both in the past and more importantly , in the present. Right here, right now.

Valentine's day shouldn't be the one day we choose to place emphasis on the value of love, but rather, if anything, it should be the time of year we use to get our momentum going.

Love should be shared as often as possible, whenever possible; because we all know that when we get caught up in the day to day b***s**t of existing, we forget the importance of the simple things. Like giving a hug, sharing a smile, drying someone's tears and saying "I love you".

So may this Valentine's day be the beginning of your re-discovery of love. May ythis Valentine's day inspire you to do a big gesture based on a small act of kindness. May your passions match your cynicism and may your hopes feed your dreams, your inspiration and most importantly your heart.

And with all that said, I wish for for you a Happy Valentine's day and a fearless and awe-inspiring year of Love.

Peace.

Dreamer's Reality

This is a new work in progress for me. Yes I was feeling a bit dark and a wee bit pensive... hope you get it.


Dreamer's Reality

There are day's I sit and wonder,
Is this really all there is?...
With love and sex and pain and life...
Is this all there really is?...

I once thought I had found love, wrapped up
as a lovely gift.
But alas, it belonged to someone else,
... and so it always will.

I once thought I found wisdom floating through
the amber sky,
So brilliant and decadent... I stared
and I went blind.

I once thought I had found pleasure,
filled with fantasy and 'why'
But then it was a puppet masquerading as a ... lie.

I once felt so accomplished, so feral and so verbose.
But then I was forced to wake up and realize...
I was alone.

And so the tides of question continue to capsize
...and obliterate our optimism our fate and our dull smiles.

But for each moment of darkness,
there needs to be some light.
For without the insistence of balance,
... the scales would have no plight...

END.

Mental Seduction

I'm huge on mental seduction. It's all pretty simple actually, make me see in my mind what you ... have in mind... and the possibilities are infinite.

So here is a poem I wrote awhile back. Titled: MENTAL CASE.

MENTAL CASE

Take my mind and warp it with delicious thoughts and fragrant promiseS.
Make me cum with the mere hum of your tantalizing voice, sending me telepathic orgasms
filled with sinful foreplay and images of screwing.

Tickle my inner lobes, make them throb with heart wrenching desire.
Picturing you in your emotional nakedness and fierce subconscious fire.

Finger me with your tongue and grope me with your intoxicating laughter.
Touch my innermost parts with your aching eyes and expressive articulation.

Tell me your secrets, demonstrate your desires...
Speak each word with need that makes me perspire.

Caress my mind with smooth heated words.
Explore my soul with your erotic quicksilver tongue.

Penetrate me to my core with your descriptions of ecstasy, through passionate intellect
and perverse fantasy.

Take me and melt me as you wish.
Breathe your provocative incantations directly to my beating chest.

Make me wet with your edible knowledge,
Drive me to the edge with one verbal touch.

Watch me dissolve to significant nothingness,
as you take me and make me explode from
phrenic-type lust.

End.

Twitter me this...Twitter me that...

It is beyond my comprehension just how I happened to become apart of the Twitter community. And the worst part is, I have invited, nay! ENCOURAGED friends to join me in yet another emerging NetCult ( let us have a moment of silence as we pay homage to My space, Face book, hi5 etc).

Logically, one would think that after joining one or four of these things, it would be enough. But no. 'Net' logic doesn't work that way. It actually works in the opposite way. It's like a tattoo or piercing. Once your hooked, once is never enough.

So here I sat on my high and mighty horse declaring myself a non-twitter-er. Perhaps I was a bit skeptical about the very name of the thing, as the short version of the word Twitter is simply 'TWIT'. Now, I'm not sure about anyone else. But back in the day, being called a Twit was never a good thing... but as the wise folks say "The times are a' changing my friend".
So, I guess it's like eggs. My reference comes from the mere fact that eggs were initially thought to be good for you, then they were thought to be bad for you, then they were good for you again. Presently, I believe it's anyone's gamble. If you like the damn thing, then eat it. If you have a cholesterol problem, go without the yolk.
So back to twitter.
I can safely say that this is all John Mayer's fault as he got me curious about the thing, then Neil Gaiman had to go and join forces with the Twitter community and I knew I was doomed. What else could I have done??? I mean really? It's Neil.... and John... *sigh*. So I got suckered into it and so far...no complaints! I like-me-the-twittering. So maybe I am a Twit, but at least I'm in EXCELLENT company! :P .....


I wonder if Johnny Depp is on Twitter? Hmmm...definitely something to think about....


Over and Out.
'twit addict'

Reality Amplified

Weird. It's bleaky as heck outside, yet I am in one of my more stellar moods today (I say this with absolutely no sarcasm). But it is quite strange, as the past week has had me in a bit of a fog. I was definitely feeling out of it. Didn't want to be around anyone, or do anything. But today... today is different and I am ever so grateful. Truthfully, it's just plain ole' exhausting being depressed. It definitely involves more work and thus, generates more fatigue. But alas! In life, one is forced to roll with the blasted punches.

I saw Coraline on Tuesday afternoon. I was not disappointed. It was wonderful in all it's 3D-Brilliance! Neil Gaiman is a fantastic storyteller and Tim Burton is able to depict his sincere appreciation for the types of stories Neil has a talent for creating, with such exuberance, that one is left with no other option but to be awed.

So it should be no surprise that Mr.Gaiman has somehow managed to resurrect my value for the art of writing. I am seriously considering Creative Writing classes. My only fear is that it might take all the fun out of it. Anything that becomes too 'theorized' tends to be a lot less fun that it used to be...

I am slowly realizing that I have an appreciation for Reality "Amplified". Let me explain myself as best as is possible to do so.
Initially I felt that I was purely a fictional fan or is that a fan of fiction?? Whatever. But with time and awareness (Awareness is a mutha') it dawned on me that my tastes truly encompasses reality with a touch of absurdity (otherwise known as fantasy). I like the thought of something totally 'normal' and 'simplistic-seeming', being so much more than it appears. Take for instance a snow globe. Now, on the outside it may seem like a a decorative ornament that usually symbolizes sentiment or souvenir or both. Some people might even view it as a weapon (think Richard Gere in Unfaithful). Now as for me, I view it as a story piece. The Snow globe now becomes a fable about a house, on a hill, that has but a sole occupant, named Gilder. And so the story continues. It has many chapters and many twists and I tell you, Gilder does exist....somewhere. Maybe his name is Bob and he lives in a trailer park and he doesn't have magic powers, but damnit at the very least he has 11 toes! The snow globe, being real, has managed to possess within it, a world of tiny people that live and breathe in their own spectrum, their own world. Hence, Reality Amplified. Truthfully, it just makes things more interesting.

I've found that not only is it difficult for me to NOT think like a storyteller, but it also disturbs me to think imagination is limited to a selected few in Adult- Land. I have this one friend (yes...just one friend) who seems almost terrified of the prospect of someone not living just in reality. It is inconceivable to him as to why someone would even be remotely interested in something that is fantasy related. Harry Potter seems to be a particular sore point for him. Truthfully his attitude irritated the hell out of me... at first. But now, I've come to accept, that in all honesty, 'to each his own'. He can't convince me to NOT appreciate fantasy, anymore than I can convince him TO appreciate it. In the end, none of us are wrong or right. Because it is all so subjective and personalized. It's a personal choice.
So when he gets pissy about it, I allow him to rant and to rave. To huff and to puff and eventually blow his house of logic down. (That thought just made me laugh) - Like really...

Good Tidings' Ya'll.
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