Inspiring Actress from Afar

A lady visited a land afar
She had amazing brick red hair
And out of her mouth she said
Something to me that had to be insisted.

Never look back
It will drive you insane
The things in life we lack
Minus the things we gain

Mistakes will be made
Without them
Inventors wouldn’t have a trade

We have it good here
Like none you would ever know
And worry about stupid stuff
Like not paying a toll

While others cannot eat
Or have clean clothes to wear
Or not even a place to sleep

They would cherish the book
The text, urban kids scorn
They walk two hours to look
Some work almost since born

Yet they live with love too
They work and live different
Always busy with something to do
Always trying, trying to be affluent

People are busy here too
Always trying, trying to be affluent,
But, Working for number one, in lieu
Of trying to be considerate

It must be very different
Where elephants and zebras
Run free to mingle with thee
In the Dark Continent


So peel off the layers
Until you feel the core
Underneath the baggage
Do you remember who you were before?

Back to your roots
That is the answer
Before the pain ever came
Once again take control,
But, now as the Master.

Time to live, time to remember

There will be a time in my life when I will look back on my life and remember. I’ll remember the times I sat and wished for more time to do nothing, to think to ‘be’. To be whatever it is I thought I should be able to be.

There will be a time when I realise that it was all those decisions and actions that bought me to that point, to the time in my life when I can sit back and remember.

I live now to make the memories so when I’m in the time to remember there are good ones to fill the time that I can sit, there are sad ones and bad ones to remind us how good the good times really were.

There will be a time when I must make up my account, find out the tax due, the consequences of my behaviour. There will be a time when I can see what I have created and what I have destroyed.

There are no plans, no maps, no directions to follow, just intuition and good fortune, or perhaps just blind faith that the end will be that place, that time, when I will look back on my life and remember.

Keep Trying

I took journalism
When I was young
I needed work
I had only just begun

Things went askew
life takes many turns
giving problems anew
trying to mend the burns

Running my own business
And businesses of others
raising my kids with kisses
After burying my father and mother

Alone I feel in every way
with my children in tow
People judging me everyday
Looking at me, they don't even know.

Because I do not look down at you
Does not give you the right
To look through me,
Like I am not here, out of sight.

My dreams are relevant
My voice will be heard
If yours died in your office
I'm sorry, I think you are ubsurd.

When I work hard to perservere
At times my body grows weary
"Soon it'll be over my Dear"
Ha like I just want a life of dreary

To live to be just another wife
kept in a hole of a house
hidden away and not to live a life?
Just to keep quiet, quiet as a mouse?

Not for me, a partner is what I seek,
not a person to keep me in my place
A person who understands the leak
of emotions and equality of the race.

Fourth of July

It was near the time of the fourth of July
I was left standing high and dry

I had nothing left and nowhere to go
So I sat on a beach in Mexico
The tequila burned
The water churned
and the waves hit high
And I hoped that, maybe, I could touch the sky.

He strolled up to me
and held my hands in his grasp

He said, "baby lets move-
this place is getting old fast."

We drove outta there without a moment to spend
on times gone by and broken dreams to mend.
More tequila poured under the hot setting sun
life on the verge; reality undone.

I remember that day, it was the fourth of July
Somewhere in Cali the colors lit the sky
But there in the south it was only us and the moon
and I knew in time it would be over too soon.

Sometimes I wonder if I knew what I had
When the time turned good after being so bad
that wonderful time under the Mexican sky
Somewhere near the fourth of July.

Poetry off the cuff on Tuesday (lol)

The Trek (8-14-07)

Striving forward
Toward the sea
Of tranquility
Awesome twists
Of life
Razor thin Lines
Called decisions
Litter our way
Feasting on love
Gorging on laughter
Stopping only
When there's shared time
Isolation of the brain
Wounds us more
Than we are led to believe
The trek is our focus
Look back
and Forgive,
Never
Forget.

The Past

Work I have been seeking
Money is of the necessity
the pipes are no longer leaking
The job search is getting the best of me.

I went to a place I worked long ago
this emailing of resumes is crap
Back to the ways of the days of old
Pounding the pavement and giving a rap

The big glass cube
standing with its presence
the sundial still in view
giving the time in the essence

I entered the base of the glass
the security was there to greet
May I help you? said the old lass
Answering her in a way that was sweet

I regained my past
the past I made for myself
some progress at last
By taking some dust off the shelf.

Letting Go

I pulled blue guy out of retirement today. There he was nestled amongst the pink, blue, lace, leopard and zebra striped fabrics of my panty drawer.

Removing my shorts and t-shirt, I placed my mp3 headset on and picked him up; tip-toeing hesitantly into the bathroom. The house was quiet, so very quiet; the boys halfway through their camp day.

I turned the bath water on and sat upon the edge of the tub. I looked at blue guy in my hands and I thought of you. Climbing in, I turned the shower on and laid down in the bottom of the tub; positioning myself so that I wouldn’t get my headphones wet. I pulled the plug to turn on the shower and the water was warm and soothing.

It had been so long; turning blue guy on at the lowest setting, I laid him upon my clit allowing him to softly rest within my golden curls. I closed my eyes, willing each drop of water that fell from above to be the gentle touch of your lips; soft and teasing. I ached inside, hating myself for missing you, for wanting you.

I could feel the slow vibration and the water warming me, tingling, melting through my bravado; daring me to be receptive. I could smell you; feel your skin close to mine. As my resolve began to crumble I turned blue guy at its base increasing his speed and began to move him back and forth rubbing my clit, feeling it begin to tense and to throb.
My stomach clenched, I felt my muscles tighten. I could hear you telling me I am beautiful in that way that you seem to melt through my disbelief. I could hear you say “I love you” and it made my heart ache.

I tried to concentrate on the rhythm, feeling my heart beat faster, my back arching, spreading my legs to the very edges of the tub walls. I rested my other hand on the top of my pubic hair line. In that place where I would brush your face as if you were there, right there; with your warm lips and tongue nibbling on my flesh. My hand was poised to push you away as I often did, when the intensity of your kiss and the passion with which you devoured me would push me right to the edge.

As I turned blue guy up to its highest speed, I clenched tight with my thighs and my whole body tensed as if I needed to desperately hold on to a moment that must never pass. I felt that physical overwhelming need to fall off of the precipice. I waited to hear the words that you would always whisper in my ear “let go, just breathe, it’s okay to let go”.

But they never came, the words weren’t there and in the cooling spray from the water above, I turned to my side and cried. The bass and drums of the Cranberries reverberating in my head, “I have to decided to leave you forever; I have decided to start things from here….”

I miss you.

I let go.

Lets Talk

Lets talk a little, shall we?

The chair is empty.
There is room.
No need to feel encapsulated
It's from Ikea. It works.

Pour me another glass of wine
and yourself one too.
Light a smoke,
Hell, even a toke

it's ok, if you'd like.

Sit here with me,
behind grinning lights
and spinning engines
and we'll come to something-

anything.

Because time is not on our side-

anymore.

It's flown the coop and I can guarantee
this bottle won't last another hour.

Don't bother apologizing.
It's really quite ok.
Just smoke and drink and fade to black
as long as you talk.

There's no reason to drag it on
we can finally find a reason for all of this
and move on
or move forward
but I won't move back.