Thursday, September 23, 2010

Dive (past tense)


Jolted Spirits
Shaking Crowns

Feeding Fate
Partial Thoughts

Skin Deep
Tailored Ways

Mapping Out
Sorted In

Umbilical Cord
Cut Seeping

Vengeance Blooming
Soiled Sank

Filmed Crevice
Told Sacrifice

Dedicate Over
Sounded Drained

Affliction Here
Waterfall Her

Scars Permanent
Chosen Scars

Sector 12
Chapter 7

Polished Dimly
Orange Peel

Staring Wide
Footprint Forever

Cutting Ropes
Sailing Leaves

Moment Collapse
Story Led

Told Kind
Holding Result

Perfect Evolve
Ended Resolve

Taken Literals
Trashed Peripheral

End Of
Find Fall

Behind Call
Total Mental



photo by: T.Albor

Friday, September 10, 2010

Morning to Night Through Eyes and Heart

I have a lover who comes and goes. He comes into our house and wonders around for a day to get his bearings. Once he gets the updates and understands how the house is running he usually stays for a stint. After getting his first day's dose of a home cooked meal and computer fun overload he smiles. It takes the entire first day, but eventually he lets go and smiles.

Some people wait their entire life for a time when they can speak in poetics. Usually in books and movies it's after the main character has traveled through a larger chunk of their life going through trials and tribulations. Only after failing at the most important task at a crucial point in the character's life do you see all the moments peel back into a moment or series of moments in complete clarity.

I live in what some people would call a "suburban" surrounding. The surroundings dissipate when he comes home, and when he's gone it's just a series of houses outside the window staring back at me. He leaves because he carries the burden of many responsibilities on his shoulders and he is completely aware. Right now he knows he's the bread winner and dreams of a day that I can stand on my own again, financially, to provide for not the both of us but for a greater dream we share.

There's a feeling of hope that emanates from everything of his that surrounds me in this house. This is a temporary shell to hold our 'things'. We live here in harmony until the next move or challenge. He has bad luck and sometimes only I know the remedy, and I hold that power on reserve. There are many flaws in this man who leaves me often, but for the greater good, and I undoubtedly love him.

So the next time you come home to the person in your life or next time that someone comes back into yours try to remember how precious the time is. Try to remember the little things. Try to remember where they come from, what they've been through in their day, week, month, and if they don't open up ask them how they are. Nurture is a strong word, but a powerful action and sometimes we forget to use it. Try to stay within a poetic realm so that you can always say and do what you need to. Let things flow and let them know.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Subconscious Slumber and Pale Mood


I am waiting for the fall.

I am waiting for it all to come down on me.

The heavy drops & unpleasant cold air.

I need the weather to suite my mood.

I need it as much as I wear this diamond ring.

I am patient and full of pain.

I am worried and full of fear.

Wash it all away with the water.

Open up the clouds for a shower that might cleanse me.

File away these emotions once more.

Let tranquility set it, numbness once more, for my sanity.

I am waiting for it to fall.

I am waiting for it all to come down on me.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Odd Movies, Crazy Concepts

Currently I am sitting in front of my television watching Jane Eyre, a terrible mini-series of 18Th century turmoil and misconceptions. This is not the popular version of 2006, but the 1983 version that is fuzzy on the TV and full of terrible camera angles. For some reason I'm still watching and if I know myself well I will be watching the rest of the episodes without hesitation.

Then there is another film that I tried to watch but only got about 15 minutes into, 'Time Bandits', a complete let down. I admit that I had assumptions about this film and that the imagery might be worth the torture, but not so much. I will say that the film's special effects were not sub-par but if you decide to check out the film do not get your hopes up.

Recently I finally had the privilege of watching 'The Road'. I read the book over a year ago. It's not a long book but it took me over three months to read. Post apocalyptic is the setting of the book and movie, but the underlining symbolism, metaphors, and character are still confusing, maybe even lost. There is a lot to read into. There are underlining themes of religion and yet even more going against it. Reading into things is easier for me than my husband and this film could not have aggravated him more. I remember a similar feeling at the ending of the book, an open ended ending, and still in the movie it leaves you unanswered in thought. Not a bad film by any means, but I still recommend reading the book first.

Last, but not least, is the documentary I've also recently watched, Cocaine Cowboys. You will learn a lot from this documentary and it's almost overly informative direction. Starting in the late 1970s and into the early 90s it explores a decade of corruption, fierce social debauchery, and the insecurities of a society running free. Setting in Miami during those years and exposing the links from city to city during the explosion of cocaine use in the U.S. it tells us about Miami's major roll during that period of time. From New York mobsters to Colombian drug Lords the documentary explores an explosion of money linked to some of the most major drug operations ever pulled off in the U.S.

Enjoy the links and please don't judge me by my strange choices in films and such. I have pretty horrible taste in movies from time to time, but never the less exploring any medium will wake up your senses and maybe even help your creative juices flow.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

For COWBOY...

This is your fucking nightmare

This rope that hangs from my neck

I strung it up myself and gently close my eyes

There you are
BELOW me.

My hands do not sweat

My mouth not dry

My nerves completely calm

There you are
BELOW me.

I am a man

A man who has triumphed

An individual with nothing to loose

There you are
BELOW me.

No unexpected tears or scheduled screams

No thoughtful act

Clear of mind

There you are
BELOW me.

You want this

I want this

This is the moment

There you are
BELOW me.

It's all felt in one quick drop

Never forget the gut drop

No dummy here

There you are
BELOW me.

Foot Forward

Momentum Met

Rope Tight

There you are
BELOW me.

Look close

My eyes are open

As you look up

There you are
BELOW me.

Snake in the Grass

S.
S.
S.

On you...

S.
S.
S.

For you...

Tickle,
Tickle,

S S S S S S S S ....

FOR YOU...

s.s.s.s.s.

Tender for you...

S. S. s. S. s. sssssssssssssssssss

Crying...

S.

All for you...

S. S.

S. S.
S. S. S.