Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Now...I remember...

Now...
I remember... 
Standing outside your door...
Worried that I might be hurried away...
I can’t even remember what it was you left behind in my car...
Who cares...
It gave me an excuse to see you again...

Now...
I still remember your housecoat...
And those ridiculous slippers...
I don’t know what you were thinking...
But I must have been thinking the same thing...
Your hands caressed my face and instantaneously...
I felt warm lips on mine...

Now...
It doesn’t happen often...
But with you...
More often than not I'm left speechless...
Hummm.... What was it that you left behind...??

Now...
I can recall...
Asking why you wouldn’t go out with me...
Sitting across from you thinking you’re breaking up with me
Whilst wearing masks eating peanut butter pie and 
Drinking Spanish lattes, at the ball...
But for the life of me...
I can’t recollect what you left behind...

Now...
Whatever it was...
Even with the pain...
Even with the struggle and tears...
I'd do it again...In a heartbeat.

Now...
I remember....

Monday, November 28, 2011

Under Their Thumb


Everyday activities seem uninspired.
Words have lost their meaning.
Actions have lost integrity.
Authenticity in life is missing, and, in the vacuum that is left
Vicious mercenaries with commercial objectives,
Insist we notice products in high definition.

Banal corporate intentions gentrify the market place.
Incongruent Metaphor’s numb our senses.
Incessant announcers position themselves,
To be our second tier friends
And apply pier pressure
To keep us under their thumb

We see the erosion of our virtues.
In our complacency,
We are complicit in the corrosion of our morality.
Our condition is attributed to evolution,
But in our cells we see the symbiotic
Relationship that exploits our weakness for action.

In the past,
Intuition would have guided us.
We would have sensed their true predatory nature.
We would have reacted, enacted some primal instinct.
Our medicated, Pavlovian conditioning
Is fertile soil for apathy.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Beautiful Disaster



Tangential thoughts of anarchy,
Make things seem complicated.
But then, when you’re unsure,
When you’re moving ever faster,
Towards the obscure.
Self-sabotage will seem ordinary.

Political views of community
Align with chaotic acts of humanity.
It’s alluring… A beautiful disaster.
The occupation of space blurs
Our intentions to undermine our masters
Manifest destiny

Protests unnerve the elitist minority.
The needs of the many take priority.
Lead versus being led.
Take chances that are real.
Be subversive, be assertive and leap before you feel
The need to look 


Monday, November 21, 2011

Now you’re just somebody...


I think of us…Not sure if I’ve let you go…
Our inventions, explorations, connections.
I can’t make sense of how we became strangers.
Remembrances are slow.
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.

There were intimate conversations once.
Times when I would know your next move, your next word.
There were times when we said we’d be friends forever.
How could friends just let go?
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.

I remember walking hand in hand in all weather.
Now I fear that I could pass you in the street without recall.
Didn’t have to go this way...
Were we just friends for show?
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.

I think of us less…I’ve forgotten content that our photos show.
Last time I saw you there was no spark, no glow.
I’m not concerned that we’re not together.
Our conversations now seem shallow.
You’re a stranger and not somebody I need to know.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Love


Love is a thing which I can not explain.
It causes great joy,
Great sorrow, and also great pain.

I’m not sure if it’s a human manifestation.
A emotional expression,
Of our covetous intentions.

Does it come from above or below?
Is it meant to devour,
Or to enhance and help us grow?

Whether from hell or the heavens above.
I couldn’t imagine a day,
a moment, a second without love.

Affected


When I’m with you things seem right
The whirring in my head slows down and is manageable
But I can’t seem to sustain that calm
Your circle of influence doesn’t seem to extend far enough…
I know I’m not enough
I know I’m not enough
I know I’m not enough

We’ve been here before
It’s a sickness…a neurosis…
We thought the last inoculation was enough…
I know I’m not enough
I know I’m not enough
I know I’m not enough

His hand on yours
He obviously has intentions
My query establishes the point where enough is enough…
I know I’m not enough
I know I’m not enough
I know I’m not enough

Oracles are consulted, Spirits are evoked, Decision trees are developed
Options are suggested
What if there isn’t enough to salvage…
I know I’m not enough
I know I’m not enough
I know I’m not enough

Thursday, November 17, 2011

The best laid schemes of mice and men...


Well...
It's been a while since I've had anything to say. Yea...That's odd isn't it...LOL
But...In my defense...
I've been a bit occupied. 
And for those of you whom don't know...
I've been hanging out (for the past 8 weeks) with an amazing woman.
Anyway...
Enough about me, my fortuitousness, and my lack of blogging discipline.
This posting has to do with my recent long weekend get away with friends.

Those of you whom know me can comment (and I wish you would)...
I don't seem to have many friends. I'm kinda hard to get to know and I'm definitely the sort to push boundaries and buttons. 
Anyway...
About eight weeks ago I made a conscious decision that I needed to expand my circle of friends. I audited my resources and decided I would join a yoga club, join a new gym and also troll the internet for new activity partners. 
Once motivated...the gym and yoga were easy to figure out. But they were also the most passive means of meeting people. (isn't it odd to think that being in someone’s presence and making eye contact would be passive). I then decided to go onto Craigslist and look at the "Strictly Platonic" personals. It's funny how many people think that graphic description of their junk combined with a large high definition picture will win them a "platonic" friend.
After much searching and wading through the scum of the universe, i found a posting that was simple and genuine and lucid, and just looking to find new friends...
I responded to the posting...

About a week later a group of strangers met for coffee...
Soon after various activities were suggested and a Facebook page was created...
As a whole...
The group is exactly what I had hoped it would be.
Accepting.
Diverse.
Intelligent.
Fun.

Until this past long weekend...

Four of us had decided we would go away on the long weekend. I asked my girlfriend to join us, so we were now a group of five.
We decided we would rent a cabin on the sunshine coast and share all the expenses.
At some point (I'm not exactly when...another member of the group decided they now had some funds and would join us. For the sake of this story I shall refer to this sixth member of the get away group by her new name: Dementia.

Due to her proximity; We were charged with picking up Dementia.
I had only met Dementia once before. And she seemed nice enough. She wasn't very attractive, and probably wasn't the type of person I would generally befriend...But...Beggars cant be choosers...
When i got to her place, I loaded her bags which clamored and clinked and were obviously weighted by a copious amounts of liquor....

The drive up to the ferry was uneventful...
We were early and our little group decided we would grab a bite and a coffee...
When we got to the pub, only two of us ordered food. Dementia ordered a soda, and to be polite, I offered her access to my nibbles. Afterwards...Coffee...
And once again....Dementia abstained from ordering...
I offered to pay...but she refused...

Once on the ferry...Dementia disappeared. 
Oh well...More alone time with my hot girlfriend...LOL

The drive to the cabin was amazing. Nightfall came quickly, as did the fog and rain. It took some effort, but we made it to the cabin...(and yes...we went the long way around...[Inside Joke])

The weekend on a whole was incredibly enjoyable. It was filled with laughing, cooking, eating, hot-tubing, sex (for two of us), lots of inappropriate conversations (as initialed and propagated by me), activities and drinking… For the most part, we all contributed to all of the above. However if I were to break out the level of contribution and inclusion, I’d say all but one of us was involved in 90% of the weekend activities and tasks. Dementia seemed to be missing for everything but the eating, drinking and hot-tubing. However… Lest we forget, how involved she was when she was drunk and making ridiculous comments about everyone, (especially me).

BTW…
Dementia proclaimed (in one of her drunken stupors) that I was NOT Italian. In fact I was Portuguese, and needed to be a stand up comedian. She said one of the guys was disgusting for dating more than one person at a time. And that she really enjoyed cuddling with other women but found lesbianism disgusting.

The last day was fraught with packing, cleaning settling up outstanding tabs, and dividing up all the remaining food and booze. I also tried to bribe the other car and have them take Dementia. That didn’t work… We planned a little ahead and packed some of the cooked food in a separate cooler so we could access it and eat some of the food prepared as opposed to buying something en-route.
The drive back was great…we actually got to see our surroundings, and marvel at its beauty. We missed the early ferry and were forced to wait two hours in queue. Once on the ferry…Once again Dementia evaporated. The rest of the group all congregated at my vehicle and we proceeded to have a tailgate party. We were all enjoying ourselves, when it was suggested that we access some cakes that had been brought back by Dementia….
I felt guilty…but that didn’t stop me or anyone else from eating the delectable confections.  

Moments before docking and unloading Dementia returned to my vehicle none the wiser of our picnic. We proceeded to make our way back into the city. We tried to initiate some small talk and even tried to engage Dementia with a Muppet Movie comment, which resulted in her calling me a Portuguese Beaker…LOL…WTF. Anyway…The entire ride home Dementia was emitting heavy sighs of displeasure…

About forty minutes after docking I dropped off my girlfriend, and then began the arduous thirty minute trek to Dementia’s, without my buffer. I drowned out her sighs with the radio…

I was happy to drop her off, a little sad about her finding out that we had eaten some of her treats. She didn’t deserve that…But being a newly minted Portuguese Muppet comedian all I could do was shake my head and chuckle whilst awaiting the incorrigible karmic heckling of Statler and Waldorf from their box seats in the sky...