When I whipser your name into the night, there are no ears but mine to absorb it.

My ongoing Romance with the Weather

Today is the Quintessential Beautiful Fall Day. The Sun is out in full force, the Trees are swaying loudly now and then like strong and pretty dancers showing off their strangely colorful costumes, and the Air is crisp, cool, and shiny! I can almost Hear the Sun, beaming and broiling and pulsing; I can Feel the Leaves airily tickling around on my arms, my hair, winking and smiling; I can Taste the Air, in which I detect ironically, the flavours of confinement to this Blue Orb and intelligent contentedness and holy desire for It. Yes, it's a real Commitment We have going on here, and We Love Each Other... through all kinds of Seasons.

The World According to Karen

Highly sensitive, creative, artistic people cannot be told what to do. We must learn what to do, through our experiences, our hearts, and our own minds.

Teeter Totter

Teetering on the brink; one side is elation, one side is surrender. Do you really want what you want? You know elation is a hard as hell road, but you also know that to slide down the side of surrender is death. Difficult or death... hmmmm....

Three Months

It's really lonely when you get involved with someone who has very specific expectations. When you don't meet them, you kind of feel like you aren't even there; you aren't being seen. I try to view people objectively, get to know them as they truly are. It seems this can make me appear cold to the one with the expectations. I think it makes me appear fair.
Of course, I have been the one with the expectations and it's lonely there, also. It too, can make you feel as if you aren't even there; you aren't seeing your reflection. It takes two people viewing objectively to make a real connection happen.
The true meeting of two souls, even for the flash of an instant, is a rare treasure, not to be taken for granted.

I call it.... "Corner Store Mocha/100% Colombian Blend"

I was feeling down, lethargic and distraught;
Whatever could I do for this day not to be naught?
"Perhaps caffiene will do the trick" I said to my self with hope
And sure enough, I took one sip and knew that I could cope!
My self said, "Hmm, perhaps you have some psychological dependency,
Or a medical condition like a vitamin deficiency?"
I said to my self, I said, "Self? Naaahhhh...
For I am a human machine
And coffee is but my gasoline."

Deep breath, sigh, and smile

So, I go there to buy George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic tickets, right, and I've driven past it and figured it was a pretty cool music store or whatevs, but really didn't have a set expectation. So I walk in the door and I walked into the bedroom I never had as a teenager but always felt like I did in a paralell universe, y'know? It was hardwood floors that creaked warmly all over as various kindly folks stepped from spot to spot. There were all sorts of cute and quirky items for sale, displayed and arrayed in such a manner as my paralell bedroom would have had- organized just enough to be sensible. There was smooth psychadelic mood music playing for the room to absorb and I thought, "Wow, I for sure have to come spend a day in here." Then I saw what lay beyond my bedroom: rows and rows and rows of records and CDs and music DVDs galore. Although in a rush, I had to at least venture into the music courtyard; I saw a DVD of "The Point" - Henry Nillson and Ringo Starr. What??? Smiles.
Ladies and Gentlemen... The Electric Fetus.
http://www.electricfetus.com/

Springtime BAM!

Finally had that long-needed eye appointment today, the weather was orgasmic universal, and I'm driving again (legal in the new state) - human and machine married and making vroom... VROOOOOMMMM.... I'm working out again - I can actually FEEL my muscles and my brain is happy... I am learning much and am challenged to grow my mind. This heartless winter storm is past and I am here and feeling more ALIVE than ever. =)

Missing Link

As she sat crouched over in her black skeleton of a chair
She tried again and again and again and again and again and again and again (breath)
To put together the puzzle of a ring.

"I know this. I fucking know this! It's just like the ones I've had before, only with two more pieces! I'm soo... close...", she says.

It all fits... until she tries to move the last two into place: all the bands shift and form a mangled sculpture of angled circles that slaps the crucial moment from her grip. That "YES!! FINALLY!!!" Hallelujah chorus-Eureka moment is eluded and the silver bundle once again lands on her desk, a jangly pile of connected pieces that just simply refuse to cooperate for the greater good, for the satisfaction of her.

She'll try again later.