Up

Up in the tree, Forever sparkled.
It isn't a wonder I climbed.
Guided by lightning, ginger red,
the unknown caught my eye.
Above, I hungered for the heart of color, draining freely down the streets,
Spirit colors of an artist scaping the passion of memory.
Distance shone as green and blue, a thin wire burned by thought
Earthquakes ripe for shaking spun, as white plastic bottle tops.
Melted cans held Love and Now in the center of her grip
Prisms lit the secret key to an inevitable sinking ship.
Nothing was dangerous in the Now,
I was safe in the roots of the sky
What fed the fear and seared sincere
was the ominous, clouded, Why.

Harmonia

I
for imperfect, neatly nailed on its head
Tall, slender daydreams, with a flower in its bed.
She curled up to daylight, like the cat amidst the floor
And swam into eyes, wide open on love's shore.
Silk waves foamed Jupiter's song, with delicate fish, lying
in illusion's lengthy streams, rippling rings of Saturn, crying

A precious celebration, held in the whites of her eyes

Some beauty noticed when her iris met watery sky.

Above, clouds hummed heavenly songs of sanguine reflection

Slowly passing the ghosts of our martyred perfection

And meanwhile, stampeding the surface of two frozen lids,

What was once unnoticed became as clear as a bright grid-

Elastic bubble hands sculpt harmonia amongst the few
We are the rigid spine, the hopeful I's and the you's.

Letters of Love

I read the sweetest, saddest thing ever today. :(
It was about a 6 year-old girl named Elena--so friggin' cute--who died of brain cancer. When she died, she left her parent's devastated--but then they found tons of little letters and drawings of love she had left in notebooks and other places around the house. They'd say stuff like "I love you mommy" or "For Dad" and it'd have hearts all over it. They said that this is how Elena was helping them through this, telling them it'd be ok.

Only Artists

They were the only artists I ever knew.

They were dawn's orange and red, evening's black and blue.
Living under a wave of self-doubt, they drew their own destiny, and seemingly, tilting your head, just in the right light, and a little more.. it sailed. It sailed the right colors and the right waves. Some say they were vagabonds, some say they were survivors, some say they were city-dwellers, but, to me, they were everything. In-between their letters of hatred and love, their fine line was created--a great tree, bending in the wind--but it was tall, it was fierce, it was rooted somewhere, and-- it was them. Deep beneath a sea of shallow leaves and mysterious golden creatures, just behind a hedge of neverending green, and a little more.. was a root that bred that company, and I'm quite honored to say,
I've never found it.

Not yet.

(photo credit: Kime Belluzzi)

Halloween

So, for Halloween night, I went as Annie Hall (hecks yeah!) to Jake's with 5 or so other people. His mom recognized my costume, it made me happy. Lol. And people liked it, which also made me happy. :) It was really fun actually! We saw the original "Halloween" from 1978, and laughed a lot, and got scared even more (because Jake had to be a butt-face and knock on the window right outside to scare the living crap out of us). Then we saw "Quarantine", which was scary enough to watch in theaters, so yeah. Uber scariness. I didn't even have my eyes open half the time, lol. There was also a bajillion people randomly screaming and grabbing at me, so THAT scared me. lol. We had pizza and stuff, and I brought Gardetto's, which disappeared in less than an hour. lol. And, uhm, yeah. All around, pretty exciting night. Took Brittany to her aunt's house (which was in a really pretty neighborhood!). And Emily was Stephen King, with his books as props.

Awesome night.