"What? Did you wake up one day and just decide to become a model?"
"Yup."
blue light illuminate my swagger
my shadow is what becomes-
flicker wink blink, stay present, stay
a little longer in the light
warm up to it
the idea of me
and now wake up
lean in closer
here we are...
you-
me-
we.
surround the sound of my voice with awareness
from the inside out, sense it, in your breath,
(breathe in)
in
(breathe out)
out
breathe in breathe out
in- out-
dare to get big
exhale- a profound release
let me control your heartbeat for one moment
what does that mean?
i asked , all i did was ask
what do i mean?
i mean love
what do you mean?
Like a poem. A dancer, a painter, an athlete, an actor, a singer, a writer, a model, a teacher. Free to play. Symphonic imagination. Monumental thought. Writing artfully. Reflection from great perspective. Convergence of insightful visions. To shift and seek. To reach and discover. To the city connecting those who are aware and listening. To inspire wholly. To redefine and consider. To enjoy. To participate. To emerge.
Friday, October 5, 2012
the void abroad
pageantries of moonlit reveries
cricket echos of my memory
city speaks with foreign pleasantries
'bonjour mon ami.'
'you mean me?'
all in the greeting, the fleeting meaning- was it just a greeting?
one of a kind salutation gratuity
the lover's plea, a good morning/good day blessing
after reading
truly seeing the paint is peeling
happiness is what we think we need
though the 'is' is the real seed
the application of happy is first, to 'be'
the quest may seem hollow, at first a cavity
though i know vulnerability is the key
we are enough as ourselves you see
time needn't seem less revealing
only lifting negations off unknown possibility
the chance for change is the sweetest tea
i might be hiding
lying in this apartment writing
like a kite's flight etching shapes into the sky's blue siding
sliced deep purple cabbage, my stomach inspiring
a hodgepodge of carrots, potatoes, healthy colors perspiring
in the pot of boiling water colliding
Paris has decided to refrain from concentrated rain
falling is not on the menu du jour today
the clouds inhibit my play
though i prefer to stay inside and relay these phrases
from my mind's voice to the tips of my fingers tapping rapidly in places
gracious with freedom of cases
i am not even looking where my fingers land
my memory reserves the sensation of correct placement
like a clock could ever forget to tick and tock
with it's gears complacent grinding adjacent
sputtering with oil, my tongue is tired of thinking in my head
the bed is too comfy with it's red spread
my lethargy is inspiring deep thinking of what is left unwed
'the void of common thought whilst along a shared road is the missing link to existing whole'
that's what i said just now in my bed.
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