balls, balls, balls

the charming soccer player

a charming soccer player looking at me. a victorious smile upon his face. thoughts of past and future play coming my way.

the goalkeeper

the sportman played strong. he slid. he flew.

he blocked til the ball dropped--

outside the goal.

with his good luck charm on the sidelines--

cheering him on with constant song.

he didn't stop.

the rain, the wind, the cold--

couldn't dampen his play.

winning was the only way.

three ties and one win.

he made it to the end--victorious!

goodbye to my friend

i said a final farewell to my friend from the deep, dirty south. a city girl with big ideas and bigger dreams working out her life puzzle. A true friend from the moment we met--she brought peace to this crazy city, logic when insanity was about to win and laughter again and again when the only other option was to cry. this sweet talking honey showed me the heart this city attracts and the simple pleasures it begs to share.

today i shed invisible tears but tonight i jump with outward joy for the adventure she begins. a kindred spirit--in art, work, life--her physical presence i'll undoubtedly miss. a beautiful soul--strong, sincere, true--her friendship will last forever.

good luck, kelly girl. my invisible tears--that will surely fall again--are only full of hope.

in preparation.

i bought towels and they were rejected. what will be next.

music on the train

sometimes there is music in my heart and sometimes there is music in my train. today there was definitely music in my train but not so much music in my heart. louis armstrong joined me on a joyride to midtown...making the song in my heart go shut up, shut up, shut up...then stp brought me home. i couldn't help but smiling, with my don't apologize for your art friend across the aisle, as the twitching boy high on music, high on life, surely high on crack sang and swayed for the benefit of the crown heights crew. slightly afraid his song would do more than just sing, i tried mental telepathy to get my artist friend to fill the empty seat next to me. but lucky for me, the fear was unfounded and the telepathy unneeded because franklin avenue brought this song to an end and finally made my smiling heart sing loud.

paris in the springtime

clouds mask the sun's rays,
embellishing the tower,
bronze set off by blue.

people walk the seine,
peer at towering greatness,
fall in love again.

forbidden contact
in the city of lights, lust
illuminated.

french words kissed my ears,
building desire within,
your france touched my soul.

at the top, we sit.
in discovery, our smiles
share secrets of the heart.

large hands calm my soul,
french memories--old and new,
deliver peace, hope.

the s mission--part two

preparing for a violent death
but a peaceful resurrection.
a moment that will transcend heavy heart,
broken voice--to regenerate,
come together, pieces at a time,
more powerful than before,
prepared to begin again, anew--
in a place of integrity,
building strength--step by step.
past flashes present
remembrances of love, anger,
simple pleasures long forgotten,
memories of seemingly inconsequential
happenstance, meetings that brought me here--
a spot filled with disillusionment.
disdain for all words that emit
recognizable sounds of lies, deceit--
the heat simmers. bubbles rise
to the surface, intensifying the rage,
frustration blacking out the light
of clarity, hope. time to stop this madness.

the s mission

i stand. sit. saunter across the setting sun. simply saying i will survive tomorrow. so tired. so anxious. surrendering myself to a submissive state, i prepare myself for the s mission.

mountain man

wind whispers,
tells stories of adventure,
greatness under
blankets of blue.
penetrating heat of the sun god--
warms the earth,
lights the world below,
guides the adventurer.
meter by meter he trapses,
climbs, conquers the silent
call of nature.
he strives to engage,
be enlightened--further the plight
of tree and boulder,
bird and four-legged beast.
oh, mountain man,
with strong-willed mind
and limber body,
you move forward.
each step taking you
closer to the heavens,
closer to the rocks, soil--
pure peace created
by a million years
of shifting change.
continue your quest,
find the earth's soul,
share it with me--
my mountain man.

all smiles

a girl following pasta, chocolate and a conversation on men. sweet happiness has returned.

desires of a little girl

is it okay to say that i don't want this to end. that i want it to go on forever and ever and ever like a little girl lost in a never-ending, happy-filled fairy tale. i want the knight in shining armor to want me--the princess primped in pinks and blues,draped in a flag of the republique--to want me and want me more. his horse to be my friend and his shining armor my protection from wicked witches and demonic beasts of the dark forest in my head. to fan the flames of my warm embrace with soft kisses and succulent words of sweet admiration. oh, to fondle my lips with tongue and tassle, building the fervent fire that burns deep inside.

this is what the blue-eyed orbs of the little girl see so clearly as the vodka drip goes into her veins and the insane imaginings of the unknown adult world enter in and out of her consciousness. where is her beautiful reality when she so badly needs it.

signs from 11 days in paris

two signs signal two strangers, identity
unknown, seeking hospitality for free
insane, inane we feel--j o h n--red
k a t e--blue, highlight discovery
of possibility. walk, roll, hurried stroll--
waiting, announcing his guest--me--with lined lines
of alphabet, lone cowboy rests against wall,
wrapped warmly to welcome blue bobbled blond girl
smiling, inviting forward, instant fancy
train chugs away, leaving this paris for me--
sweet jesus, off limits resounds more clearly.

golden...

if only i'd have thought of the talking penis...

ooh la la

ooh la la...the latest book of choice.

my pen wishes to lay down the law, the legitimate law of lapping, licking and luxurious lovemaking. erotic moments of creative inspiration derived from fascinating tales, unsolicited daydreams and phenomonal imagination. to dally in the deliverance of satisfaction and hone in on the karmatic sutratic nature of that thing called erotica.

my homework in process. research underway. inspired pen in hand. the process has begun. ooh la la.

running to escape

i run in circles. debating turnoffs, steps, breathing. not wondering if, but when. action builds momentum. energy expands scope--vision clears. i see the horizon. closer it comes, shadows of new spaces, time. compete with tangible targets. move forward--muscles support. action builds structure. solid. decisions escape, i push ahead.

favorite lines...part one

baby! je pense a toi! je suis sur que demain sera parfait! bisous doux xxx

116 flights of stairs, 150 crunches, 4 minutes of butt lifts. and of course now it decides to stop raining. xxx

it's gonna be some fireworks!! xxx

let's buy a house in charleston! ;p xxx

merde!!! xxx

j'adore ton francais! xxx

the night is great here except that i don't have my poupee. xxx

i know, i know...the french made us so great. xxx
you start then i meet you somewhere...azores islands or anywhere! xxx

fear of fragrant

fragrant detergent. the bane of my existence. redness stains my face. pins prick my skin. bumps rise to attention. i can't help the waterworks that fall, slowly soothing the pain but aggravating the swollen mass--my face. soft hands pet and strong arms calm the chaotic episode--momentarily a voice of reason. but insanity manages to win the upper hand and a discourse on the anxiety of reactions becomes today's main meal.

sisters

sisterhood. the beauty of shared blood, memories. chaotic episodes washed away. distance of time and space. new bonds, circumstances fill the air. connections. conversations. new beginnings.