Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Una Noche: Part Deux

Our story was lost somewhere and we know that..
or much to the effect, I swell to know...
what now?
the tangent of dreams, the soft cool touch of skin
is there more to the taste of me, for men?
Wine stained lips swing and sway some...Memory
Through the daze gardens we dwell in muck
we touch the rain dew leaves, and squint
at the seaming glitter of the birthing sun
and we strip our heavy clothes off....

oh what season, what perfect reason and view for a fuck

Saturday, December 19, 2009


The pressures that soften the cage
soft wells of skin
they sink whilst you sleep
Shape of your structure
the skeletal ardor
corrects the idea of perfection
prefer the status of an idol...
to always love you

As prayers do plead
120 days I ask
a beautiful arch, an invitation
for the arms of the lost
illicit, forbidden

we have our reasons

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Sworn to solemn

I'm being depleted in circus senses of feeling
Learn to hold on tight to the skin on your back
before your hands meet mine
Complications arise to act upon our silent circumstance
What can I say? I shone true teeth
This youth tattoo of our modern limbs
is temporary paint that can last per say, three decades
Oh this musical ear, and this fear.
I crave the iris twins that live in water
and the milky sand of your lily white hands
Future stages of sin in this well-staged script
I cross my legs and pray, I cross my legs and pray
Mein Kraft, Upstage my bitter monologue,
swell the conservative audience to an encore
Claim this trophy wise, of lips and thighs
Swallow the seconds slowly
like a wind, a foreign steal
I sing warm whispers to keyholes,saints, and lover's ears.

dream to dream,let me earn a cast iron ring.

Friday, October 2, 2009

glass past

My musical soul is trapped in another decade.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

There's not a single dry soul in this city who roams the way I do. At least 2,000 thoughts cross my mind each day and hide in the pockets of my brain. I'm going cold turkey. Lets see how my cells attack each other. Currently they are dancing to "Vitalic". I hear them swishing around to compose me a lovely headache. I think they want sleep. I probably should agree but I am addicted to music and But never the less, I am here because I miss my youthful rants about current events.


Last Wednesday I saw "Paper Heart". I didn't think Michael Cera was dreamy til then. I was the only girl in the audience. Actually I was the only one in the audience come to think about it, and by Jove it did not bother me. I enjoyed it, really. I saw it fit with my mood at the time. Which brings me up to speed; My moods and I are sort of detached at the time. They need time review the value of the people in my life. My ego provides some sort of "caste system", which leaves me numb and impermeable. School's great, I just could have hoped for more time of to dwell in my most current artistic measures. My boss is going to introduce me to one of her formal employees'. He is studying film, very shy, and according to her..he is pleasing to eye i.e. "Handsome". I think she's trying to play matchmaking. Which is hard in my case, because I tend to have a flavor of the week and I lose interest so quick, its short of disease. I guess it won't hurt to find somebody with a worthy common interest. This city lacks so thought and etiquette. Olympia is looking quite spiffy right about now.


I love Juergen Teller, and that is all.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

mouth webs

Oh, what a life we lead. Since birth I've walked wet and blind searching for the very meaning of the need to breathe and breed. Next month I'm going to be aged 21 years.

"Signs for show, for skin to cling to bone"

I now get to mourn my youth for the rest of my anniversaries.
Though I cannot complain; I found a dear friend who plays that very muscle of bellows the brings me great warmth. We get to seranade the cats and the brittle moon that swells in the west. My dear afflicted young chef is coming back to me. I need her; she's caring and sweet, under mothering sign of Cancer.
There's one "HE" in between.
"Twarting the ropes of my thoughts and requests of touch
that keeps my fingers spidery".
I do hope for memories, there is few like me. I shall continue slothing with the months, who knows what outcome. There's a lantern in my workshop ready to face the
predicament, the prologue to circus ring of this dry island city. He's different, I wish to tend to him and his domestic needs with pleasure( Unreal I know). I love his nervous stature and movie laughs. I really hope you are aware of my desire to know who you are now, and how I can help you become who you want to be.
I am also a soft curious mammal with big dreams.
You make this city a little brighter for me.


Monday, September 14, 2009


I'm turning into a Balkan/Serbian music whore...and I love it!

and yes this just happens to be one of favorite movies of all time.
Glad to finally own it.


Monday, August 31, 2009

Woke up with fingers crossed
In a boy's bed with your pants off.
After polite declines of coffee and toast,
walked home itching in last night's clothes.

Past the Phone Booth and the Beauty Bar,
the broken windows of your neighbors' cars.
Through the backdoor to a message from Sis,
asking, "Who was your New Year's kiss?"

Took the afternoon to piece it all,
plus a half a dozen phone calls.
Crashed a party with Larissa and Chris
in pursuit of a New Year's kiss.

Not the way that you'd imagined it.
On a balcony with champagne lips.
But in a pantry against the pancake mix,
you had your New Year's kiss.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I've become very musical; I am now begining projects of my own.
I'm also in the company of my good friend Eric. Exciting sounds coming soon.

I'm learning a wonderful wonderful instrument.

Can't wait to perform some day.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Bitter end of the trail

I've decided to keep this blog like an unwanted child. I jest, but I can't seem to remove it from my browsing history. This is going to be all about my days endeavours. I'm detached and fluttering to enjoy my life's travels. I'm truly lucky to have my feet on the ground and my heart is free and full of love. The love is completely for myself.(In the most non-narcissistic way).

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Your voice rumbles in my brain
Like a train tracking on the rails
Your singing voice habituates my throat
running smoothly, slipping softly
taking its time to single out
what kind of words run through your mouth

what would it be like to know her..

If we were no longer strangers
her eyes would drown out
other men in my life
the sun would rise for the first time
swimming against her skin, with no one in between

my heart is in a knot
and it cannot be stopped.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

mentally crippling

I'm in a boat metaphorically
the devil sails behind me
I trusted him once...
twice, maybe four times
He licked my palms and stroked my thighs
I poked his eyes and gnawed his horns
I guess some hope of love was somehow formed
we had musical ears
and my eyes were ripe and blown glass tears
hot and starched
white and parched
I soared in sand
be lowing at his strangest glance
I'm not a royal queen, I'm in between

gamble gamble seared auspicious dance

forever in limbo your lady, sweet baby
Queen of chance