Saturday, May 31, 2008
For Lola
I really could just write
About her beauty
The whiteness of her vest
But it wouldn't do her justice
She just sits there
Her head slightly tilted
Not the wisest of expressions
But she has matured
Her thoughts might tumble
To the left side right now
Jumbling them up nicely
I do wonder what they are
One might think of her as small
And yet for years
She has observed and thought
Endured and enjoyed
Silent witness and owner
Of the house, her house
Kindly allowing presence
Defending her area
You welcome, you threaten
And soon after that
Hiding with fear, avoiding conflict
Terrified by a gust of wind
It wouldn't be a house
Without you running out the door
And back again, around the table
Recalling it without even closing my eyes
Sudden bursts of frenzy
Followed by eons of sleep
Must lead to an interesting
Mix of perspectives
There's time for confusing play
There's silent guilty theft
And immediate obedience
Followed by lazy compliance
So very anciently patient
Here I will use that word only twice
Dressed to attract, in her carriage
Knowing to be the center of attention
She makes us think she misses us
And silently she does
But truth be told
She wouldn't want us to know
And when she moves up and down
Without wanting to - trying to sleep
Exposed to the other's passion - Ours
Or the Mongol Empire's molestation
Even getting up there is a feat
Be it my lap, the couch
A tasty morsel or just her nest
My clothes or the odd costume on the floor
Ultimately, she looks at me from below
Helplessly agonizing over
Imminent death by shark
Helpless as a tiny baby
The next time she just jumps
As if she never needed anyone
Ignoring whom she just asked
To cuddle her, because she needed it
Endless patience - patience patience
Waiting Waiting Waiting
For the next time the words appear
That make her run and make you catch her
Emotions widely raging from
Those of a millenium sphynx
To those of a terrible Greek actor
Stoic, depressed, happy or extatic
We don't always listen
But when we do pay attention
We recognize ourselves in her
- I will allow this mention only once
Because Lola, so often ignored
Scolded, pampered, dressed and loved
You belong where you are now
No other place would be right
Lola the day may come
Perhaps the incarnation
Which give Your tumbling thoughts
The audience they deserve
But I do know being a little more aware
Of who you are and what you stand for
Will help not just you, Lola
But - humbly - me as well...
(it was really about time i wrote about her)
About her beauty
The whiteness of her vest
But it wouldn't do her justice
She just sits there
Her head slightly tilted
Not the wisest of expressions
But she has matured
Her thoughts might tumble
To the left side right now
Jumbling them up nicely
I do wonder what they are
One might think of her as small
And yet for years
She has observed and thought
Endured and enjoyed
Silent witness and owner
Of the house, her house
Kindly allowing presence
Defending her area
You welcome, you threaten
And soon after that
Hiding with fear, avoiding conflict
Terrified by a gust of wind
It wouldn't be a house
Without you running out the door
And back again, around the table
Recalling it without even closing my eyes
Sudden bursts of frenzy
Followed by eons of sleep
Must lead to an interesting
Mix of perspectives
There's time for confusing play
There's silent guilty theft
And immediate obedience
Followed by lazy compliance
So very anciently patient
Here I will use that word only twice
Dressed to attract, in her carriage
Knowing to be the center of attention
She makes us think she misses us
And silently she does
But truth be told
She wouldn't want us to know
And when she moves up and down
Without wanting to - trying to sleep
Exposed to the other's passion - Ours
Or the Mongol Empire's molestation
Even getting up there is a feat
Be it my lap, the couch
A tasty morsel or just her nest
My clothes or the odd costume on the floor
Ultimately, she looks at me from below
Helplessly agonizing over
Imminent death by shark
Helpless as a tiny baby
The next time she just jumps
As if she never needed anyone
Ignoring whom she just asked
To cuddle her, because she needed it
Endless patience - patience patience
Waiting Waiting Waiting
For the next time the words appear
That make her run and make you catch her
Emotions widely raging from
Those of a millenium sphynx
To those of a terrible Greek actor
Stoic, depressed, happy or extatic
We don't always listen
But when we do pay attention
We recognize ourselves in her
- I will allow this mention only once
Because Lola, so often ignored
Scolded, pampered, dressed and loved
You belong where you are now
No other place would be right
Lola the day may come
Perhaps the incarnation
Which give Your tumbling thoughts
The audience they deserve
But I do know being a little more aware
Of who you are and what you stand for
Will help not just you, Lola
But - humbly - me as well...
(it was really about time i wrote about her)
Friday, May 30, 2008
Double Growth
Had I learned it in nine years' time, it would have taken me half a century. Love at first touch has another layer... for both. And it still requires a definite and careful growth. With all the care and tenderness it is like allowing the projection of a feeling to define one's decisions. And they still need to be taken. Right or wrong. Mind and heart at odds.
Be it Fear, the Situation, Disbelief... Suprise at something so glorious. "No! It can't be!" Powerful protection mechanisms kick in - and if one is lucky - they may start to fade and allow the full volume of feelings to flow through one's soul.
Especially after a long and intense life. And there is still one ahead of us. As children and as a growing organism that slowly becomes one.
In Love.
Be it Fear, the Situation, Disbelief... Suprise at something so glorious. "No! It can't be!" Powerful protection mechanisms kick in - and if one is lucky - they may start to fade and allow the full volume of feelings to flow through one's soul.
Especially after a long and intense life. And there is still one ahead of us. As children and as a growing organism that slowly becomes one.
In Love.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Shy
What I hand you today
Had I known time ago
Something as crude
Would be so welcome by you?
Is it? And if it is...
No, I know it is,
Or it would not be
My first thought in the morning.
And perhaps
Where there is no need for shyness
And you might
You will return the favor?
Had I known time ago
Something as crude
Would be so welcome by you?
Is it? And if it is...
No, I know it is,
Or it would not be
My first thought in the morning.
And perhaps
Where there is no need for shyness
And you might
You will return the favor?
Ya Einee
My darling oh my eye,
Oh my eye, oh my nights
You make my eyes not sleep
During my days and my nights
I swear to God I missed you as much as your eyes,
And when you left me I missed your eyes
When you're around, oh Abou Samra (Dark One)
I enjoy staying up all night
And my beauty will live forever
And we'll sing, oh my eye, oh night
And singing is the life of our soul
And will heal the wounded heart
Come on let's dance and sing
And let's live in the most beautiful paradise
Come on, come on, come on...
Come on oh Baseim, play the drum a little
And oh Yasbee, improvise for me
And oh music, play yourself a little more
Dance for us like this...
(hoping it is the right one - to do list: learn Arabic)
Oh my eye, oh my nights
You make my eyes not sleep
During my days and my nights
I swear to God I missed you as much as your eyes,
And when you left me I missed your eyes
When you're around, oh Abou Samra (Dark One)
I enjoy staying up all night
And my beauty will live forever
And we'll sing, oh my eye, oh night
And singing is the life of our soul
And will heal the wounded heart
Come on let's dance and sing
And let's live in the most beautiful paradise
Come on, come on, come on...
Come on oh Baseim, play the drum a little
And oh Yasbee, improvise for me
And oh music, play yourself a little more
Dance for us like this...
(hoping it is the right one - to do list: learn Arabic)
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Wow...
I know someone who is sooooooooooooooooo going to be cuddled soon!
Tingling sensations going up and down my spine - just thinking about it.
I Love You
Tingling sensations going up and down my spine - just thinking about it.
I Love You
Finally
One thinks about it
Experiences it even
Refreshes or discovers it for the first time
New perspectives
Find the meaning to an entire song
Like a misunderstood word in a lyric
Or sees the joy
In the Higher Love's eyes
And I kneel in Wonder, Finally
(2007 as well, bowing to StWi and BoMa)
Experiences it even
Refreshes or discovers it for the first time
New perspectives
Find the meaning to an entire song
Like a misunderstood word in a lyric
Or sees the joy
In the Higher Love's eyes
And I kneel in Wonder, Finally
(2007 as well, bowing to StWi and BoMa)
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Average Stupidity
"Think of how stupid the average person is and realize half are even stupider!" - George Carln
Moving with her Music
moving with her music
finally having it within me
finally reaching that point
moving on with the rhythm
sharing her dreams
sharing her nightmares
being held
and holding
moving with her music
overtaking the others
slowing down with respect
moving on to the heartbeat
seeing her movement
feeling my own
receiving her warmth
and giving her mine
moving with my music
never wanting to stop
always needing to change
her passion moving me
(July 2007 - minor changes)
finally having it within me
finally reaching that point
moving on with the rhythm
sharing her dreams
sharing her nightmares
being held
and holding
moving with her music
overtaking the others
slowing down with respect
moving on to the heartbeat
seeing her movement
feeling my own
receiving her warmth
and giving her mine
moving with my music
never wanting to stop
always needing to change
her passion moving me
(July 2007 - minor changes)
Monday, May 26, 2008
Simple
It is always within me
But I lose track of it
Simplicity
It disappears in a forest of constraints
Of outside influences
If I like to write
I write
If I have to love
I love
Why does that have to change
Do I need a tattoo with the word "simple"
On my forehead?
Not my hand, or I would get used to it
A gentle reminder
In my mirror
But I lose track of it
Simplicity
It disappears in a forest of constraints
Of outside influences
If I like to write
I write
If I have to love
I love
Why does that have to change
Do I need a tattoo with the word "simple"
On my forehead?
Not my hand, or I would get used to it
A gentle reminder
In my mirror
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
The Room Changed
The light, the sound, the available spaces.
They opened, moved - impress themselves in a different way. Changes leading back to an energy, a need to create, the artist's drive.
Perhaps visualized long ago - while reading a book about what it takes to unleash the artist within - now it is there. And it will grow while walking on the path together. It will re-materialize differently.
A dream come true. Thankful to be part of it.
Two high chairs. One rediscovers. The other one finds.
They opened, moved - impress themselves in a different way. Changes leading back to an energy, a need to create, the artist's drive.
Perhaps visualized long ago - while reading a book about what it takes to unleash the artist within - now it is there. And it will grow while walking on the path together. It will re-materialize differently.
A dream come true. Thankful to be part of it.
Two high chairs. One rediscovers. The other one finds.
Friday, May 23, 2008
And suddenly...
We talk of this and that
Important things
Or lesser stuff
While She is
Seriously answering
I sigh affectionately
And then she answers
With a little girl's voice
"I Love You Daddy"
Uninterrupted
She resumes
Important things
Or lesser stuff
While She is
Seriously answering
I sigh affectionately
And then she answers
With a little girl's voice
"I Love You Daddy"
Uninterrupted
She resumes
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