I'm at the Kyoto Sushi and Grill
and then I'll wander some more
and explore.
But for now the scent wafts
from the hibachi.
And people chat and throw
their heads back when they laugh.
I sit across the great window;
Red seats, Red bar, Sleek Black lines.
Journey on the radio,
takes me back to hot summer days,
makes me smile.
Everyone knows the song.
Heads bop as they sing along.
Aware of it or not,
on a bright palm tree specked spring day,
it gives me a small thrill
'cause for a hot minute
we're all singing the blues of the night
at the Kyoto Sushi and Grill.
3/24/2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Gallery
Open us up and you'll find
something that's never changed.
Though some are newer to it
most are broken and lame.
Either way its all the same.
Caves of broken hearts.
Broken hearts for broken people
trampled y life's endeavours.
Trying to find a way back
after the safety line's been severed.
Caves of broken hearts.
After being in the dark for far too long
the light is new and painful.
After the quiet and silence's deafening battle
so too is life's song.
Caves of broken hearts.
Hearts hung up along the walls.
A silent gallery.
A museum from which we never leave the same.
Some call out
but its the echo that yells my name
in the caves of broken hearts.
something that's never changed.
Though some are newer to it
most are broken and lame.
Either way its all the same.
Caves of broken hearts.
Broken hearts for broken people
trampled y life's endeavours.
Trying to find a way back
after the safety line's been severed.
Caves of broken hearts.
After being in the dark for far too long
the light is new and painful.
After the quiet and silence's deafening battle
so too is life's song.
Caves of broken hearts.
Hearts hung up along the walls.
A silent gallery.
A museum from which we never leave the same.
Some call out
but its the echo that yells my name
in the caves of broken hearts.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The party
Love is a crazy thing.
A horrible, beautiful, crazy thing.
An ever changing thing in us all
for better or worse.
People hope for it,
People die for it,
they give the last inch they have in their souls for it,
they live, durge and dance in its bewildering name.
Jane said dancing is the food of love.
Agreed in part.
The part that adores displays of affection;
bringing someone to a certain point,
the point where all they can do is what they know.
What comes naturally
because for that moment they cannot do anything
but the innate due to the armed seraphim's influence.
When love is true and deep there is need;
need for contradicting allies: bravery and fear.
Bravery to keep holding on no matter what
the course of time may bring.
And fear for having it end before its destined fate.
One fuels the other.
Fear driven bravery and bravery creating investment that we fear being lost.
A vicious cycle.
But when love is lost
and warm breezes are taken
by a bitter sea
The spaces created by such investments
and time are left open and bare.
We are abandoned.
Temporarily without hope.
Temporarily empty shells
of who we once were.
And Edgar said "Nevermore"
as did others.
The gaps and chasms may never be filled again.
Some love only once, only some.
Scars are formed after old wounds heal
and only the foolish remove the armor again.
Fools with too much courage
and a broken keel
letting their souls be driven by the wind.
William said mortals are fools.
Indeed.
Foolish are those who have decided to hope
for love again, find it worth dying for again,
giving inches for, living for, flying and dancing for
again and again.
True love is for fools who love music and company
and I am among the party.
A horrible, beautiful, crazy thing.
An ever changing thing in us all
for better or worse.
People hope for it,
People die for it,
they give the last inch they have in their souls for it,
they live, durge and dance in its bewildering name.
Jane said dancing is the food of love.
Agreed in part.
The part that adores displays of affection;
bringing someone to a certain point,
the point where all they can do is what they know.
What comes naturally
because for that moment they cannot do anything
but the innate due to the armed seraphim's influence.
When love is true and deep there is need;
need for contradicting allies: bravery and fear.
Bravery to keep holding on no matter what
the course of time may bring.
And fear for having it end before its destined fate.
One fuels the other.
Fear driven bravery and bravery creating investment that we fear being lost.
A vicious cycle.
But when love is lost
and warm breezes are taken
by a bitter sea
The spaces created by such investments
and time are left open and bare.
We are abandoned.
Temporarily without hope.
Temporarily empty shells
of who we once were.
And Edgar said "Nevermore"
as did others.
The gaps and chasms may never be filled again.
Some love only once, only some.
Scars are formed after old wounds heal
and only the foolish remove the armor again.
Fools with too much courage
and a broken keel
letting their souls be driven by the wind.
William said mortals are fools.
Indeed.
Foolish are those who have decided to hope
for love again, find it worth dying for again,
giving inches for, living for, flying and dancing for
again and again.
True love is for fools who love music and company
and I am among the party.
Overlooked
He says no joy without sorrow
and no sorrow without joy.
Why should I believe it?
I've seen those,
Those with no hope for tomorrow.
Whose world seems ever tainted with grey.
Should not they be the experts?
The world where nothing goes right.
and everything falls away.
Where is their break for joy?
Those who need it.
A peace of mind.
A simple smile.
A helping hand.
We are being overlooked.
Blinding is the sorrow,
opaque and tight around their eyes.
Binding and percieved,
a downward spiral,
a stairwell with no rail to grasp.
Falling.
You need only open your eyes,
look up, around and realize, if chance given,
someone loves you.
and no sorrow without joy.
Why should I believe it?
I've seen those,
Those with no hope for tomorrow.
Whose world seems ever tainted with grey.
Should not they be the experts?
The world where nothing goes right.
and everything falls away.
Where is their break for joy?
Those who need it.
A peace of mind.
A simple smile.
A helping hand.
We are being overlooked.
Blinding is the sorrow,
opaque and tight around their eyes.
Binding and percieved,
a downward spiral,
a stairwell with no rail to grasp.
Falling.
You need only open your eyes,
look up, around and realize, if chance given,
someone loves you.
A smile more sincere
The coffee drips into the pot
and it is just the beginning.
Songs come from my bedside table;
sun not yet risen,
the day is on.
Blue is the color,
that I already know.
Just like every other day
and the coffee drips into the pot.
I pull myself outta bed, time,
allowing the sleep to fall away.
Look into the mirror night still on my face.
Nothing the brew won't fix
and maybe a dash of tunes.
I'm rolling on.
Breakfast down the hatch,
hair is wet, clothes pulled on.
Frank's voice is floating in the air.
Laces tied, bag's packed.
Out the door, I'm walking on.
My seat is open and it makes me smile,
sun shines through the left side window
broken by the trees.
I settle in and the bus strolls on.
Look around me
eyes are tired and smiles weary.
Well, that'll have to change.
We know where we're going
and that the day is on.
We are to inspire and deliver
the magic they believe in.
It's the happiest place
for them in each minute of this moment.
Eyes are bright as they look up
to what they know is true.
All I can do is know
on this day
the dream I help sow
because tomorrow they wake
to face the sometimes unwelcoming
reality...smile more sincere and the day is on.
and it is just the beginning.
Songs come from my bedside table;
sun not yet risen,
the day is on.
Blue is the color,
that I already know.
Just like every other day
and the coffee drips into the pot.
I pull myself outta bed, time,
allowing the sleep to fall away.
Look into the mirror night still on my face.
Nothing the brew won't fix
and maybe a dash of tunes.
I'm rolling on.
Breakfast down the hatch,
hair is wet, clothes pulled on.
Frank's voice is floating in the air.
Laces tied, bag's packed.
Out the door, I'm walking on.
My seat is open and it makes me smile,
sun shines through the left side window
broken by the trees.
I settle in and the bus strolls on.
Look around me
eyes are tired and smiles weary.
Well, that'll have to change.
We know where we're going
and that the day is on.
We are to inspire and deliver
the magic they believe in.
It's the happiest place
for them in each minute of this moment.
Eyes are bright as they look up
to what they know is true.
All I can do is know
on this day
the dream I help sow
because tomorrow they wake
to face the sometimes unwelcoming
reality...smile more sincere and the day is on.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Where you are.
I'm felling pretty content,
comfortable right here where I am.
Cool in the shade,
staring in the distance.
Sun in shining,
the breeze is soft and warm.
Through the tree trunks,
there's a meadow where you are.
Voice is a whisper,
on the wind.
Mountains on the other side.
I turn my back on the on the pretty sight,
away from the meadow,
and the mountains,
I gaze into the shaded wood.
Knowing what lay behind,
I think I'm feeling okay where I am,
and I turn away from where you are.
Walking through the woods,
they are safe and familiar.
Leaves always changing,
never too far from the way they were.
Moving, swaying, gently in the breeze,
I smile, they are pretty.
But the wind carries a whisper, a calling,
I consider but move farther from where you are.
I reach out for the familiar,
fingertips touch,
words are spoken.
It's safe and I know it,
I feel contnent with the situation.
Time passes,
then I can feel it,
can't ignore it.
It finds me, a warm breeze,
smells like the meadow,
essense of mountains,
it is followed by a muted whisper,
reminding me of where you are.
Mind is muddled.
Do you even know?
Breeze wraps arounds me,
pulling, pushing, drawing.
I consider,
I allow it, the wind to take me back,
just to look,
just to see where you are.
Back to the edge of the wood,
there's the meadow,
bigger, brighter, warmer
than before.
Mountains, oceans, sky
more clearly on the other side.
In the meadow, hand ready to take mine,
they you are.
Ready to pull me to
where you are.
I look over my shoulder,
Is the potential the same behind?
I consider, mind is muddled.
Choice seems easy,
It is my life.
Keep it in the shade or let it shine?
Choice seemed easy,
this is harder than it seemed.
Back to familiarity or into the sunlight
right to where you are?
Time is needed,
of course there is a short supply.
I take a seat in a brighter patch of shade,
knees drawn up,
I'm still guarded.
I gaze into the distance,
letting it be more clear.
I notice no breeze comes from the shade,
no reminder, no calling.
Does it really care?
Am I still content?
I stare more inently back to
where you are.
comfortable right here where I am.
Cool in the shade,
staring in the distance.
Sun in shining,
the breeze is soft and warm.
Through the tree trunks,
there's a meadow where you are.
Voice is a whisper,
on the wind.
Mountains on the other side.
I turn my back on the on the pretty sight,
away from the meadow,
and the mountains,
I gaze into the shaded wood.
Knowing what lay behind,
I think I'm feeling okay where I am,
and I turn away from where you are.
Walking through the woods,
they are safe and familiar.
Leaves always changing,
never too far from the way they were.
Moving, swaying, gently in the breeze,
I smile, they are pretty.
But the wind carries a whisper, a calling,
I consider but move farther from where you are.
I reach out for the familiar,
fingertips touch,
words are spoken.
It's safe and I know it,
I feel contnent with the situation.
Time passes,
then I can feel it,
can't ignore it.
It finds me, a warm breeze,
smells like the meadow,
essense of mountains,
it is followed by a muted whisper,
reminding me of where you are.
Mind is muddled.
Do you even know?
Breeze wraps arounds me,
pulling, pushing, drawing.
I consider,
I allow it, the wind to take me back,
just to look,
just to see where you are.
Back to the edge of the wood,
there's the meadow,
bigger, brighter, warmer
than before.
Mountains, oceans, sky
more clearly on the other side.
In the meadow, hand ready to take mine,
they you are.
Ready to pull me to
where you are.
I look over my shoulder,
Is the potential the same behind?
I consider, mind is muddled.
Choice seems easy,
It is my life.
Keep it in the shade or let it shine?
Choice seemed easy,
this is harder than it seemed.
Back to familiarity or into the sunlight
right to where you are?
Time is needed,
of course there is a short supply.
I take a seat in a brighter patch of shade,
knees drawn up,
I'm still guarded.
I gaze into the distance,
letting it be more clear.
I notice no breeze comes from the shade,
no reminder, no calling.
Does it really care?
Am I still content?
I stare more inently back to
where you are.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Well, that's that...
Well, everything is pretty much up for grabs in the cosmic pool of karma, fate, take your pick. I have my ticket to Florida, a new swim gear, did some yoga, have a little over four weeks to get my training for a half marathon back on track after bad weather and injury, study abroad application in, GA application in, and only a couple loose ends to tie up here at the homestead and then I am peacing outta this joint for a while.
Okay, can I tell you how peeved I am at the automotive bureau? Thanks. Okay, I can't be that peeved 'cause it is mostly my fault. Karma Gibbs slapped me on this one. But really, I never needed my license until recently...I just kept getting permits (I am on #6...I think). Point is I called to take my test this week (before I leave) and I am told that all driving tests must be scheduled two weeks in advance. I want to maneuver around a few cones and drive around the block; it is winter...there have to be openings because no new driver wants to take the test in Ohio in January. I know what you are thinking and yes, I agree, I should have done all of this long ago. But why is it a big deal right now you ask? Because I bought my plane ticket to Florida one way. I was going to go down there, buy a cheap used car that was on its last leg and looking to go out with a bang (only if I know it couldn't be saved for long term) and go on an adventure. Am i upset about this minor set back? No, I am not...Okay, maybe a little. So what this really means is that I will have to find a licensed driver willing to take this little adventure with me when I get down there...or just cut my losses and buy another plane ride home. I know I am overlooking a lot of details right now but I am looking on the bright side of all this...perhaps it will be a hot licensed driver who won't know what the hell happened until we are half way to God knows where. Road trip what? Don't act like you don't remember that movie. I digress, Point goes back to fate...either way I am still getting home.
Okay, home slices, I am peacing out for now. Family dinner tomorrow in honor of my departure; its starts at 10am. If it is anything like New Year's Eve I will be taking jello shots with my grandmother and consuming delicious food that I had no part in creating. Well, I'm looking forward to it.
Okay, can I tell you how peeved I am at the automotive bureau? Thanks. Okay, I can't be that peeved 'cause it is mostly my fault. Karma Gibbs slapped me on this one. But really, I never needed my license until recently...I just kept getting permits (I am on #6...I think). Point is I called to take my test this week (before I leave) and I am told that all driving tests must be scheduled two weeks in advance. I want to maneuver around a few cones and drive around the block; it is winter...there have to be openings because no new driver wants to take the test in Ohio in January. I know what you are thinking and yes, I agree, I should have done all of this long ago. But why is it a big deal right now you ask? Because I bought my plane ticket to Florida one way. I was going to go down there, buy a cheap used car that was on its last leg and looking to go out with a bang (only if I know it couldn't be saved for long term) and go on an adventure. Am i upset about this minor set back? No, I am not...Okay, maybe a little. So what this really means is that I will have to find a licensed driver willing to take this little adventure with me when I get down there...or just cut my losses and buy another plane ride home. I know I am overlooking a lot of details right now but I am looking on the bright side of all this...perhaps it will be a hot licensed driver who won't know what the hell happened until we are half way to God knows where. Road trip what? Don't act like you don't remember that movie. I digress, Point goes back to fate...either way I am still getting home.
Okay, home slices, I am peacing out for now. Family dinner tomorrow in honor of my departure; its starts at 10am. If it is anything like New Year's Eve I will be taking jello shots with my grandmother and consuming delicious food that I had no part in creating. Well, I'm looking forward to it.
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