Monday, December 27, 2010
it was you, it was me.
One was of the sky, of space,
but there is one on the ground, Earth, back where I belong all along.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
perhaps
it was the wind that carried the whispers along the Sahara Desert at night,
it was the sweats on the sheets when his soul is stirred,
it was the lingering memories that lies in the future,
it was the secrets that the stars kept,
it was the sound of the trees singing in unison,
it was the smell of the rainfall on a summer night,
it was the code given by brother sun for sister moon,
it was the existence of everything that makes the world ever interesting.
it was the sweats on the sheets when his soul is stirred,
it was the lingering memories that lies in the future,
it was the secrets that the stars kept,
it was the sound of the trees singing in unison,
it was the smell of the rainfall on a summer night,
it was the code given by brother sun for sister moon,
it was the existence of everything that makes the world ever interesting.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
The Coffe Press III
"More Chamomile," she said while scratching her loose hair.
As she moved the pot of daisy near the window causing the ivy covered rack to shiver.
"Who is she? But she is sultry alright and he had impeccable taste."
It's been a week since Anna Karenina, Japanese TV dinner, chicken chow mien,
maybe a wholesome dessert for today. " Downtown bakery it is."
Cycling, she waved to Laura at Vinyl Records. "I will drop by and see if they have hazy records for lazy days." Two more blocks to Chateau. What a blooming day it is! "Clotaire!
The usual chocolate pie on table 5, Merci." Jade is definitely a creature of habit, Clotaire mummered. Oh look who's here, Mr. Darell. Both their hearts must have been broken, or else both the lovebirds will be cuddling and snuggling up to each other on table 9. She stops eating, its his smell, distinctly his smell, it must be him. The smell of attraction is so strong that it never fails to turn her on, his smell of musky wood and citrus that is deeply etched in her soul when she cried on his shoulder outside Paradise Kiss...
As she moved the pot of daisy near the window causing the ivy covered rack to shiver.
"Who is she? But she is sultry alright and he had impeccable taste."
It's been a week since Anna Karenina, Japanese TV dinner, chicken chow mien,
maybe a wholesome dessert for today. " Downtown bakery it is."
Cycling, she waved to Laura at Vinyl Records. "I will drop by and see if they have hazy records for lazy days." Two more blocks to Chateau. What a blooming day it is! "Clotaire!
The usual chocolate pie on table 5, Merci." Jade is definitely a creature of habit, Clotaire mummered. Oh look who's here, Mr. Darell. Both their hearts must have been broken, or else both the lovebirds will be cuddling and snuggling up to each other on table 9. She stops eating, its his smell, distinctly his smell, it must be him. The smell of attraction is so strong that it never fails to turn her on, his smell of musky wood and citrus that is deeply etched in her soul when she cried on his shoulder outside Paradise Kiss...
The Coffee Press II
Darell, across the street with his 1900's spyglass stops eyeing.Lets out a slight laugh,"If only it was the 1960's,but yeah,that a modern day lover's encounter."
He picks up the can-can and feeds Shark, Killa and Luxor, turns on his love machine (Aerodynamic) comes on,as the coffee machine whispers "Coffee taste so good that you'll come" He sits on that upholstered Ovalia leather side chair and pulls out a light."I've been smoking this ever and paused to himself, "since i met Jade on that cold day outside Paradise Kiss." He wonders how is his ex-girlfriend doing now, does her hair still smells like daisy,having bath tub soaks when its her witching hour, dance in a her usual funny steps to Diana Krall, the way she looks asleep in his arms ...Ah Jade my darhlin, look what have you done to me, the nymph of the moonlight indeed. Enough! I need some of that soul-warming chicken sandwich from Chateau and decide if i want to meet The Don in Italy...
He picks up the can-can and feeds Shark, Killa and Luxor, turns on his love machine (Aerodynamic) comes on,as the coffee machine whispers "Coffee taste so good that you'll come" He sits on that upholstered Ovalia leather side chair and pulls out a light."I've been smoking this ever and paused to himself, "since i met Jade on that cold day outside Paradise Kiss." He wonders how is his ex-girlfriend doing now, does her hair still smells like daisy,having bath tub soaks when its her witching hour, dance in a her usual funny steps to Diana Krall, the way she looks asleep in his arms ...Ah Jade my darhlin, look what have you done to me, the nymph of the moonlight indeed. Enough! I need some of that soul-warming chicken sandwich from Chateau and decide if i want to meet The Don in Italy...
The Coffe Press
It's that usual delivery guy with an afro that never fails to arrive on time as the
hands of the clock stops at 5:30. Ah,the sun at his beautyfull best.
Watching Laura skate past the curb munching down that homemade teriyaki chicken burger
while listening to the Cure on her tape player, imagining it was her own being that they are singing about, before she could skid...Guy rams into her, Guy thought perhaps
the world is ending as the smell of daisy filling up his nose fast. The world is ending indeed,no more politics that made you feel helpless every time a motion is passed, he drifts thinking " It must have been the Japanese curry downtown." Then he heard a voice saying" Hello Mister, Please to meet ya," You are pretty slick that ( Some Candy Talking) didn't not skip on my tape player that had been temperamental...
hands of the clock stops at 5:30. Ah,the sun at his beautyfull best.
Watching Laura skate past the curb munching down that homemade teriyaki chicken burger
while listening to the Cure on her tape player, imagining it was her own being that they are singing about, before she could skid...Guy rams into her, Guy thought perhaps
the world is ending as the smell of daisy filling up his nose fast. The world is ending indeed,no more politics that made you feel helpless every time a motion is passed, he drifts thinking " It must have been the Japanese curry downtown." Then he heard a voice saying" Hello Mister, Please to meet ya," You are pretty slick that ( Some Candy Talking) didn't not skip on my tape player that had been temperamental...
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
self respecting art lover should go to :
(http://pacificstandardtime.org/)
Exhibitions at the Getty Center
Pacific Standard Time: Crosscurrents in L.A. Painting and Sculpture 1950–1970
October 1, 2011–February 5, 2012
Organized by the Getty Research Institute in collaboration with the J. Paul Getty Museum
Exhibition travels to the Martin-Gropius-Bau, Berlin, March 15–June 10, 2012
I wish....
Exhibitions at the Getty Center
Pacific Standard Time: Crosscurrents in L.A. Painting and Sculpture 1950–1970
October 1, 2011–February 5, 2012
Organized by the Getty Research Institute in collaboration with the J. Paul Getty Museum
Exhibition travels to the Martin-Gropius-Bau, Berlin, March 15–June 10, 2012
I wish....
Monday, December 6, 2010
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