20110129

shapeshifters

I want to write and find my shoes
come up with something inspiring that you
might like
Maybe you and I can work together
to tell a tale perhaps or two
just one room over a weekend
trapped in the middle of nowhere
listening to the muses
about magic color changing
shirts I found roaming up and down
the hills with tickets in my pocket
to see more about life and the way
normal people live
I would like to live mine through
pens en pencils and as I am the architect
I take Alice by the hand
the oars now inside the
boat as we wobble down the river
looking up at the starts and listening to the
music of the spheres

20110122

Chai tea

Sir, I have humour to excess and cry not trying to impress
people in precillas over a cup of tea for most are busy and do not see
me sitting alone fumbling on my computer ready to shoot tomorrow
unable to live in this concrete jungle full of sorrow
I wipe the tears from my notebook with my purple sleeves
as the speakers yawn mambo nr 5 and the clouds are gone
Happily and sad I laugh and smile for all the fun I have had

Muses

I love U please forgive me
DON'T stop singing
I can hear u but am turning deaf
I can hear the colors and taste
the sounds you make
all 12 or sorry 13 of you

Feline

My toes are tinkling
as the cat miauws for
who knows what
I tried
studied
but
I do not
speak
or understand
CAT
my furless fingers long
to be warm
benighn 
cover
for my claws
by something 
furry or fluffy 
I am certain
I should have been born a CAT

My Shadow or Me

Veni Vidi Vici was said
many times before
used and reused like the combs and 
makeup at a party yet
every time in a different 
coat 
Clothes make the man or
so they say we dress ouselfs
to perfection or see no point
Last night I was hauted to 
sleep followed by numbers 
till I lost count yet dressed in
aubergine and silk I seemed
more interesting than
in yeans and pony tail
the way I look is just a 
shadow of who i am 
I love my friends who see
through that and still find my 
charming as my sloppy pants
and ponytail wearing self

20110121

Full Moon

my head is throbbing
inside the static noises of the
electrical circuits make my hair stand up
and senses numb
I hear the high pitched sounds
of the essentials of life 
tv internet dvd recorder
the list goes on
deprived of sleep I sit in a 
blue bag like a mermaid on a stretcher
warm
outside you silence the air
the never ending river of cars and busses 
scream up unable to reach you
my little orb
my light 
up in the night sky
I don't need led lights when I can have you

I think I love you

My dear dear friend 
with processor and keys
to turn you on and off
the noises you make when 
my fingers run over
your spine
lightly touching and pressing
down to get a response
the humming noices you make when
you over heat or when 
I ask you to do too much
You hardly ever let me down
we always work things out
you and me 
I leave you on most of the time 
take you with me everywhere I go
plugging you in and out of walls
My dear dear mac book pro

I won't let you down

sometimes I wish I could spell writign things as others want to see them  

in the correct form and order

God created the word and man and man

created spelling 

rules and regulations to put things in the proper order

set fixed 

humans want to be controlled 

freedom to make decicions is not what 

we want
we want to rely on words
written down by a few to 
tell us to be married off 
to God knows who

to add more rules and regulations

comforting blankets to suffucate 

our ones free minds and souls. 

Sundance

A cute couple
new friend in a cold and desolate place
on my quest for vegan food 
I made friends that stand
and watch me tumble and fall
my head spinning light as a feather
trying to comprehend then 
the SHOCK
the recognition of the humor
my heart acking
freezing the air inside
My longs stagnate
I look down to the floor
wet cold and snowy
I try to undo my happy thought
cling to reality
or facts
in Neverland now
unable to walk on solid ground 
phlegmatic thoughts are gone
on the floor rolling around
eyes watching me 
squirm in laughter
gasping for air 
on the wet cold muddy icy road

A Moment Shared

using art to travel through time
on stage to show the 
lives that were and 
what could have been
sadly I listen
via screen
with sound
to my darkling friend
I look up to 
you in many ways 
aviated you stand from where I am 
seeing the world differently 
for what it is
Eagerly I stare into your eyes
for meaning
for sense
devout of logic I try to live
in this world
resting for a beat
in a moment shared

Starfaces

Arm in arm 
we walked the slippery slopes of 
Sundance
I stopped for a friend
who was to busy
maybe later
was all 'twas said
your eyes
calmed my
confusion
offered your arm to 
walk on to warmer
places 
and perhaps some food
struggling on one good leg
iphone in your hand
taking pictures 
action
there 'twas
tricked to go
now
mouth filled with 
surprisingly tasty snow

Sunshine

Bussy and electronic 
facebook savey
you
love to smile 
Move with the winds
when they become too strong
up in the spheres you study
signs and symbolism's
seen through the ages
in the shining stars and planets
how they move our
humors 
and how to avoid and 
counterbalance the weight 
they have
predictions
of narcissism and nymphos
keep you
safe 
with your knowledge of how
the world and people 
really work
struggling with too 
much info of friends 
and their faults
hesitant to tell the truth 
cause trust is important
it is sometimes hard
for even a star to keep shining
dry cleaners permits and fines
can take some beams off 
an otherwise peaceful shoot
and day

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Zombie

to be or not to be
that was the question
night after night you
started our play
one death after
another in a theatre
pitch black with
fluorescent dots
straight to the wall then
towards the right
quickly quietly
back stage
Again

Carpet

Xtreme CLOSE UP
On the floor
with or without a pillow
Asleep Aligning cans and bottles
like giant dominos one 
After the other 
for fun
or maybe something else
Making art with fingerprint signatures
Secret shopping to live a life 
LOW BUDGET
now in for the art
and the making of 
WORKS 
Always willing to help
the crazy ones 
down the hall
in F

SCH

You were on the top
and still are elevated from
the lowlands
step by step you guys
climb up to the rocks
happily I sit and watch the
marmots and giant fluffy
furry creatures gallop away
from where I am
meditating beside a stream 
on the ground in the gold
and mineral filled sand I 
sit and watch the wall of 
green be moved by the 
breeze feeling things move 
around me bears and cubs 
hidden away by the noise 
from the hill stream and
mosquitos who feast on my arm
and face while my eyes 
fasinatedly watch the golden sand 
flow through my fingertips

backwards on beach

You run push fall kick
in front of us with a
16 mm and CANON 5 D
we capture you walking
backwards on the beach
for a music video
starring in many shorts 
and exercises always having fun
light you move through life
keeping things in perspective
as we drive to pick you up
on fairfax boulevard
walking towards whole foods
for some watermelon
on our way to the hollywood 
SIGN to shoot some more
on the floor to catch your
cigarettes to perfect
the cinematography

Sheep in Wolf' Skin

one black and one white
A couple to be wed
married in the fields of snow
Alone 
surrounded with friends and foes
fumes of handleaved shrubs
some find inspiration and art
through the inhalation
fire burns 
empty sounds and thoughts
move the air
alcohol exaggeration and fear 
for the unknown
the outsider 
left inbetween a pack of wolfs
discovered by one 
and admired 
taken home through a fairy land
under a full moon
the falling snow softens the landscape
concrete turns into nature as 
wild horses galop
ahead right infront as we move 
away 
to a fairy land 
forlorn