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Feb 18
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Away. From it all. From that space.
place.
Wear and tear-
where the patter and pitter was once
shared.
and she got a ticket to
there.
one way.
to figure it all out.
that place. between. now and then.
so many
so many
so many
so many
steps. frets. regrets.
moments passed.
wheels rolled.
wings cut air.
repeatedly.
unable to slow down,
paper nearly unseen for months.
with out ink,
lost in the place of flux
sitting on a bench of repents.
cruise control.
auto pilot.
caffeine and speed.
back and forth.
sinking.
thinking.
faces. spaces.
wonderment and search.
Spared the details,
so much to say.
so much seen.
more than some in a life time.
time of one's life.
once the moment has past..
i am left
chasing
tales.
what is it
about the rain
that gives us a flower?
and so it is.
much in between it all.
the first press
in the city of roses.
overly overdue.
Saturday, 19 February 2011
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
my face peel Aug 3
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Aug 3 2010
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peeL thy skin.
spill of citrus.
rejuvenation.
hydration.
experimentation.
cruelty free
arguable. gel-like.
spread on my face.
dried.
like concrete.
face like plastic. I had to laugh and couldn't.
sOO tight and sooo shiny...
skiN.
to peel it off-
Like glue on my palms when I was a child. Teachers didn't like that.
I loved it.
peeling my face was even better.
oh the excitement.
As I peel oranges and the like.. I tried to get my face peel off in one piece.
My forehead stood alone.
Face peel, endless fun.
documented.
Aug 4::violet petal::
AUg 1 2010::me through his eyes::
a boy who forgot his age drew me today:
.... and a girl about 5 yrs old, (when I asked), told me if she could be any animal in the whole world she would be a flamingo. I asked if this was because they stand on one leg, and she said yes.. she hopped away...
and I was left to smile. I have asked this question of children and adults for years. Nobody has ever responded with flamingo.
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
be_AmUsemEnts
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AUg 2 2020
through connection with a friend.. on the way to work i paid notice to beauty..
to s h a r e . across the seas.
a record of beauty kept.
questioned.
when is beauty amusement? what classifies beauty?
do i really think this is beautiful, or is it simply seeing that is the beauty in itself?
noticing?
paying kind attention to what catches my eye and creates an emotional response within my chambers?
a glimpse inside...
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the list:
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a.m. :
It's hard to see beauty on a bus in a temperament that is far from relaxed. Being late, as usual.. B R E A T H E... but still..
ahh.. there are so many things...
1.earlier at home: My long warm-toned, brightly striped sock was longer beyond my toes.. hanging off as if i had an extra long foot this morning. It reminded me of those bendy crawling tubes kids used to have when I was a child. I remembered always wanting one-even though they hurt my knees. I remember my mom never buying one. She probably told me to use my imagination.
and i am glAd shE did.
-beauty in a sock.. and the cognitive web manifested.
2. a bicycle helmet/cap like a horse jockey would wear.. the cyclist is smiling big, despite the early morning hour.
3.sign: HAND CAR wash. What is a Hand Car anyway?(insert imagination: giant hands on wheels moving around town)
4. a coiled plastic pipe (yellow like the cameraman's chucks earlier) in a BIG/HUGE hoop leaning against a wall. .. a HOOLA hoop for a GIANT!!
5.A bus announcement: Jewell Road...my imagination zOOOms away..
6.Cupcake for breakfast. Bleached blonde three year old..devouring..she was eating the paper too.
7.The reflection of the movement behind me in a patent leather bag across from me.. like a blurry movie screen.
8.Paint scuffs on white rubber toes. I see red. Yellow. Black.
9.The thought of this white space finishing and the lovely mysterious interior of this envelope awaiting me.
10.A blue headphone cord.
11. Two hard nipples, then two steps later, two white spray painted X's on the footpath.
12.Abundance of pink today. various hues. Including: a woman's toes, 2/10 pink. That's 1/5.
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pm:
1.Barely able to control laughter when I walked upstairs to a completely full upper deck and was greeted by sOo many eyes.
2.Tearing this envelope and white powder puffing out of the tear..
(hope it's not anthrax)
3.Seeing into 2nd story windows-broken windows, no windows, rust, fire, spraypaint.space, openness..
4. A shop called Mehboob Travels.
5.Seeing the same two old people sitting on the same green picnic bench in the same spot along the same road.
6.An all yellow display of fruit.
7. Bright. Bright bricks.. like vibrant rust color.
8. A woman dressed in all one color-chewed up mint gum.. (that veRRy pale green).
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seeing is beauty.
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AUg 2 2020
through connection with a friend.. on the way to work i paid notice to beauty..
to s h a r e . across the seas.
a record of beauty kept.
questioned.
when is beauty amusement? what classifies beauty?
do i really think this is beautiful, or is it simply seeing that is the beauty in itself?
noticing?
paying kind attention to what catches my eye and creates an emotional response within my chambers?
a glimpse inside...
-----------
the list:
-----------
a.m. :
It's hard to see beauty on a bus in a temperament that is far from relaxed. Being late, as usual.. B R E A T H E... but still..
ahh.. there are so many things...
1.earlier at home: My long warm-toned, brightly striped sock was longer beyond my toes.. hanging off as if i had an extra long foot this morning. It reminded me of those bendy crawling tubes kids used to have when I was a child. I remembered always wanting one-even though they hurt my knees. I remember my mom never buying one. She probably told me to use my imagination.
and i am glAd shE did.
-beauty in a sock.. and the cognitive web manifested.
2. a bicycle helmet/cap like a horse jockey would wear.. the cyclist is smiling big, despite the early morning hour.
3.sign: HAND CAR wash. What is a Hand Car anyway?(insert imagination: giant hands on wheels moving around town)
4. a coiled plastic pipe (yellow like the cameraman's chucks earlier) in a BIG/HUGE hoop leaning against a wall. .. a HOOLA hoop for a GIANT!!
5.A bus announcement: Jewell Road...my imagination zOOOms away..
6.Cupcake for breakfast. Bleached blonde three year old..devouring..she was eating the paper too.
7.The reflection of the movement behind me in a patent leather bag across from me.. like a blurry movie screen.
8.Paint scuffs on white rubber toes. I see red. Yellow. Black.
9.The thought of this white space finishing and the lovely mysterious interior of this envelope awaiting me.
10.A blue headphone cord.
11. Two hard nipples, then two steps later, two white spray painted X's on the footpath.
12.Abundance of pink today. various hues. Including: a woman's toes, 2/10 pink. That's 1/5.
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pm:
1.Barely able to control laughter when I walked upstairs to a completely full upper deck and was greeted by sOo many eyes.
2.Tearing this envelope and white powder puffing out of the tear..
(hope it's not anthrax)
3.Seeing into 2nd story windows-broken windows, no windows, rust, fire, spraypaint.space, openness..
4. A shop called Mehboob Travels.
5.Seeing the same two old people sitting on the same green picnic bench in the same spot along the same road.
6.An all yellow display of fruit.
7. Bright. Bright bricks.. like vibrant rust color.
8. A woman dressed in all one color-chewed up mint gum.. (that veRRy pale green).
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seeing is beauty.
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Friday, 11 June 2010
lenses
It's sunny outside onLY with these glasses.
One to nine on newsprint with his glasses.
No glasses-
prevalent
pain.
in pupils and iris. Iris.
I hope for her belated spring bloom.
Room.
He's slept on petals of roses.
Pedal down and through. Pen down.
Thrust out
with lenses
of magic filters
and a bodily disposition to match.
One to nine on newsprint with his glasses.
No glasses-
prevalent
pain.
in pupils and iris. Iris.
I hope for her belated spring bloom.
Room.
He's slept on petals of roses.
Pedal down and through. Pen down.
Thrust out
with lenses
of magic filters
and a bodily disposition to match.
There's something about••
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10-6-10
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There's something about that crispness-
especially around the edges.
almost burnt from touch light and life-
exposed grains from a n o t h e r t i m e
type-
nearly like braille with audible soul.
There's something about the aroma
dEEP in the folds.
bound. binding.
s e w n in ways the Redman could explain.
Like bread toasted golden, sight and scent
f l o a t i n g through-
predicted to be-
impermeable-
but-
- t i m e t r a v e l s -
penetrated.
There's something about the simultaneous mystery-
the understanding that thumbs and eyes have been before...
the slight grit of sand
paper
a n d
thin hEAvineSS.
almost see through-
transparent tissue.
There's something about the way light shines through.
past-
within-
g l o w i n g-
each
visible upon the turn.
There's something about the rectangles.
crisp-
i n b e t w e e n-
the brown . yellow . 18 carat hue-
like peanut brittle on doilies around grandmother's house...
tempting-
it stays in your teeth.
like a fresh baked pie that's been waiting.
There's something about that man, head down.
viewing intently.
Orthopedic Strategy.
There's something about the illustrations.
the way things used to be
and f o r e v e r w i l l -
the way of writing.
There's something about the pulling desire for me to ask him
to smELL his...
to taste his...
to feel his...
There's something about an old book.
10-6-10
-----------
There's something about that crispness-
especially around the edges.
almost burnt from touch light and life-
exposed grains from a n o t h e r t i m e
type-
nearly like braille with audible soul.
There's something about the aroma
dEEP in the folds.
bound. binding.
s e w n in ways the Redman could explain.
Like bread toasted golden, sight and scent
f l o a t i n g through-
predicted to be-
impermeable-
but-
- t i m e t r a v e l s -
penetrated.
There's something about the simultaneous mystery-
the understanding that thumbs and eyes have been before...
the slight grit of sand
paper
a n d
thin hEAvineSS.
almost see through-
transparent tissue.
There's something about the way light shines through.
past-
within-
g l o w i n g-
each
visible upon the turn.
There's something about the rectangles.
crisp-
i n b e t w e e n-
the brown . yellow . 18 carat hue-
like peanut brittle on doilies around grandmother's house...
tempting-
it stays in your teeth.
like a fresh baked pie that's been waiting.
There's something about that man, head down.
viewing intently.
Orthopedic Strategy.
There's something about the illustrations.
the way things used to be
and f o r e v e r w i l l -
the way of writing.
There's something about the pulling desire for me to ask him
to smELL his...
to taste his...
to feel his...
There's something about an old book.
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
8-6-10-TODAY!
even in the morning RAIN.
patty whackers SPLASH
and sludge.
foot slips BENEATH
his box shoulders
and WADDLE.
wide step-
suspicion of swollen
test_ ing testing, one, two..
owner looks like dogs-
dogs look like owner.
companions.
aLL swOllen and starched up.
it never ceases my smile.
astonishment.
how does it happen?
glee interrupted by walker with one unnecessary over exaggerated, footpath manipulating arm swing. a half 360ยบ rotation.
i imagine her dog doing the same.
patty whackers SPLASH
and sludge.
foot slips BENEATH
his box shoulders
and WADDLE.
wide step-
suspicion of swollen
test_ ing testing, one, two..
owner looks like dogs-
dogs look like owner.
companions.
aLL swOllen and starched up.
it never ceases my smile.
astonishment.
how does it happen?
glee interrupted by walker with one unnecessary over exaggerated, footpath manipulating arm swing. a half 360ยบ rotation.
i imagine her dog doing the same.
7-6-10
forgotten.
lost.
again.
withing
this
mOnday mAze.
droPped and propped
with a smile and splash.
under covers.
pink.
umbrella upside down.
new paint in silver,
misspelled.
misplaced.
lace.
red.
bricks.
brown.
shit stained pave,
mint-
hint at upset.
feathers and fingers-
the past few tender-
winks.
stomping concrete to end
where i started.
repeat..
read the paragraph again..
mind_full.
and
mindful
(reluctantly)
momentarily.
until the next distraction.
until i can find the exit.
strapped in
a maze_ment.
again.
lost.
again.
withing
this
mOnday mAze.
droPped and propped
with a smile and splash.
under covers.
pink.
umbrella upside down.
new paint in silver,
misspelled.
misplaced.
lace.
red.
bricks.
brown.
shit stained pave,
mint-
hint at upset.
feathers and fingers-
the past few tender-
winks.
stomping concrete to end
where i started.
repeat..
read the paragraph again..
mind_full.
and
mindful
(reluctantly)
momentarily.
until the next distraction.
until i can find the exit.
strapped in
a maze_ment.
again.
10-5-10 again.
wobbly tin and tram-
a crinkle packet.
a whistle off tune.
another crinkle.
a leaking pen.
again.
emptily annoyed
i am baren.
i am torn
and
wordlessly distraught.
with apple skin between my teeth..
and grit..
nothing much matters.
triangles are everywhere
at this moment
my mind is nothing but
a yellow balloon.
my hand is black,
such as the ill described clouds
and the bags of my eyes..
so i simply drift away.
so i simply drift away...
a crinkle packet.
a whistle off tune.
another crinkle.
a leaking pen.
again.
emptily annoyed
i am baren.
i am torn
and
wordlessly distraught.
with apple skin between my teeth..
and grit..
nothing much matters.
triangles are everywhere
at this moment
my mind is nothing but
a yellow balloon.
my hand is black,
such as the ill described clouds
and the bags of my eyes..
so i simply drift away.
so i simply drift away...
6-5-10 suNglASSes
another morning
sweat-
another scrap
ripped-
borrowed along my
vamOOse..-
another smile
initiated
with an unknown.
reciprocate.
recipricol.
under-NO-
over
one-
we-
are
WHOLE numbers.
dance past with handless hands.
he, a camouflaged
roadrunner.
yes,
like deers.
familiar
sky.
cry.
me,
an aeroplane
on the footpath.
room for one pASSenger.
a forgotten please,
a remembered thank you.
4-5-10
LIKE A VOLCaNO-
cycles melting unlike before
amongst carved glow of flame
and blame
of the ChAse and follow-
a sandwich made of marshmallow-
suds and streams.
salt taste and rainsticks..
laughter with the water's pull...
the yesterdays like a LiteBrite
pLUgged
in
with glory.
cycles melting unlike before
amongst carved glow of flame
and blame
of the ChAse and follow-
a sandwich made of marshmallow-
suds and streams.
salt taste and rainsticks..
laughter with the water's pull...
the yesterdays like a LiteBrite
pLUgged
in
with glory.
2-5-10 chAngE
CHANGE
... the sonG scREamINgggggg...
to not be afraid
of it.
of what?
mind and mouth closed for the time of sins and arrows-
the every way stride. strut-
wet mut
wandering stick
squares
like me, (but),
i evolved to only
walk on tWo.
A new two. Nearly.
Big eyes like the moons stare
jumping and rolling under
the
thick
grey
sky.
Canopy.
and as i sit
as a screen,
only mesh-
I am chilled to the core.
(today eaten)
but
with change.
with a hint of pain.
... the sonG scREamINgggggg...
to not be afraid
of it.
of what?
mind and mouth closed for the time of sins and arrows-
the every way stride. strut-
wet mut
wandering stick
squares
like me, (but),
i evolved to only
walk on tWo.
A new two. Nearly.
Big eyes like the moons stare
jumping and rolling under
the
thick
grey
sky.
Canopy.
and as i sit
as a screen,
only mesh-
I am chilled to the core.
(today eaten)
but
with change.
with a hint of pain.
liNed pAper, wide rULed. scHOOL
while they worked_ i wrote.
----
a few weeks ago
or so
i say
----
sitting like a seagull perched
between passion, persistence pencils
and pULsE,
rubbers distraught,
temples tic.
knees bounce,
pages turn.
a new life with a blink-a-breath,
equations wait.
weigh the odds.
silence piercing
ringing
scREAmINg
like her inner r a g e.
Tids. eyes. heavy.
as are our shoulders.
i was once she.
her.
as me.
doubt in the grain.
led
astray.
----
a few weeks ago
or so
i say
----
sitting like a seagull perched
between passion, persistence pencils
and pULsE,
rubbers distraught,
temples tic.
knees bounce,
pages turn.
a new life with a blink-a-breath,
equations wait.
weigh the odds.
silence piercing
ringing
scREAmINg
like her inner r a g e.
Tids. eyes. heavy.
as are our shoulders.
i was once she.
her.
as me.
doubt in the grain.
led
astray.
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