Red Art

This presence and tone have created a curio cabinet for me.

I sit inside, contently staring, listening.

Please, let this consistent rhythmic regaling continue on.

It reverberates brilliantly in here.

His mind is a beautiful cataclysmic paintball fest of theory

reason

passion

Imagination.

The timbrous tones sooth.

But this mind challenges my place.

I now notice my entrapment.

No friendly glasscutter to help me after.

Please let him notice my worth.

I can be more than the figurine in the collector's box.

So afraid that my pigment is fading. Damn lacquer.

Or is my contrapposto pose accurate enough to deserve merit?

Shifting my weight and stepping forward.

Putting my formed hand on the pane to reach for release.

*click*

Take me with you.

As he pulls me out of the glass womb

I feel real

I feel human

No longer wanting to just be from the mold I cast so long ago.

Onward we walk through nature's man-made abundance.

But will he be content with what I have to offer?

Will I challenge him as much as he does me?

Let us continue to discuss the red art and see.

inked

I got my first tattoo today. A wonderful experience. Thank you Damian from New York Adorned on 2nd Ave. He gave me exactly what I wanted. A shaded black star on my right wrist. Many meanings to me. It has been one of the best birthday presents I've ever received.

a haiku by request (describing my voice)

Dulcetly dazzling

Stronger with each passing year

Sing ye sweetly close

-April 29, 2010

Facing myself.

Kept at arm's length so I can breathe shallowly.

Missed smiles and charm because I'm not ready.

Rebounded well only to react swiftly, maybe too.

No requirement can I give or receive, expect or ignore.

The page of prose has turned.

Perhaps too quickly.

Alone as requested with no friendly smile but my own.

I've not smiled today.

The mirror looks back.

Hello lonely face.

Darkened artist

Sitting with toes exposed and sun drenched.

Watching my love darken in shadows and

place light where none was before.

He is the artist.

Might I be the muse?

Piano keys hammer away via techno sources.

I look at him if it inspires or detracts.

He is focused, as am I.

But on two different things.

Distances we conquer, heartache and all.

I am constantly thankful for the tie that keeps us bound.

He is home.

He is strength.

He is wonder.

Full of life. That is my love.

In-Between

What is it? that IT that is
Between love, lust and a mess
The new, the once was
The 'I've been here before but not in this way'-ness
The tried to define but failed
The reach for the list of other words not-so-often used.
The beat that cannot stop the sole-vibrating kick.
is that IT?

But oh so softly breaking through that yonder crack in the stone wall that was meticulously laid.
Someone get me a pick or a mace.
Well he just handed me his smile.
That'll do the trick.
Break on through to the other side of the palabra race.
Did I find IT? That easy definition?
Maybe it is the IT that cannot be defined.

Who wrote the book of lies that ironed out plans for love that eras have retracked?
Who said that IT was this, this or that?
Who forgot to teach the shades of gray to me and tell me it's okay to relish every pantone number?

IT doesn't have to be this way.
Check please in this search. There is better use of my rhyme.
My apologies,
For not following the starched journey this time.

because I'm not well versed to quote others

Laying in the unfamiliar bed, longing to be elsewhere
I came back to life this week
in the Elsewhere I never desired before
Full of nerves both yours and mine
Full of smiles both yours and mine

Quoted lines of beauty
I recognized others
Charmed and smitten with the new inspirer
that entered without warning.
The bell toll that chimed in my ears
radiating reverberations
to my core.

What song can a tired heart sing from years of silence?
A true one. A sweet one.
One song that can remind its carrier that music still exists.

Be strong tacit endings, don't just be along for the ride.
Sing out a soothing, tender, blossom-filled aria
And, then, calmly follow his lead.