Friday, March 31, 2006
from my myspace blog
Current mood: calm
Category: Blogging
Geez...I wrote a whole lot about nothing the last couple of days. I guess my mind has been a little preoccupied. My writing's been a bit forced lately. I've been reminding myself to write something, ANYTHING, really just to keep up the exercise. I'm dealing with a case of writers block again and it really aggrivates me. It's been a week since I've finished any creative writing. AAAARRRGGHH!!!! My muse is on vacation again, DAMNIT! All I've been able to do is read some of my old stuff and tweak here and there, but I can't seem to finish anything. I REALLY, TRULY NEED A VACATION. "Disappearance act wanted. Please call Mary at 1******-**** with any information" lol...now I'm just being a dork.
Oh, here's something you all don't know. The corporate frameshop coordinator has it in for me. She doesn't like me. I got a weird vibe from her the day I interviewed with her. I already HAD the job, I basically spoke in front of her as a formality. Anyway, yeah, she called my boss to have a meeting about me and had HR in as a witness. She was complaining about my performance! MY performance. I WORK MY FREAKING ASS OFF IN THAT PLACE!!! It also doesn't help that she favors someone else that works under me. Hello...favoritism, ie, preferential treatment...., unethical and illegal!!! Grr...That woman has the drive and management skills of a doorknob. And, my boss....gotta love him....bit back and she couldn't prove a damn thing she threw at him. *sigh* It's nice to be validated. There were three points that were brought up and were very valid, but it's stuff that we had already talked about and I'd already been working on and anything else my boss was unsure of, during OUR meeting, I clarified everything. So there! I just don't understand how and why these miserable little people have the audacity to try and bring up beat, positive people down. I'm a little person in stature, yes, but I got a WHOLE LOT O' HEART. People who really know me KNOW that!!! There's a whole lot of love in this body. Don't bring out the dark side. It's not pretty.
Okay, so, now I gotta go. Gotta take my boy to school.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Kindred
ERIN IS SUCH A SWEETIE!! Oh, man. If I didn't love her already. We were on the phone forever...well, okay about 40 minutes, but that's a long time for a couple o' gals that haven't "spoken" to each other before. It's so cool. I finally got to hear her voice after "knowing" each other for...for, omg, almost three years now through Moontown. Wow. I can't believe it's been that long. Loooove the southern drawl. Erin has a nice voice. Now, my voice, on the other hand, probably sounded like a frog. lol This damn cough has done a number on my larynx. Yup! If you didn't believe it before, you do now. I'ma SoCal goofball and damn proud of it!
So nice when kindred spirits connect. She's one of my Moontown sisters. I'm so blessed.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
WE are officially paid artists!!
In the Absence of Light
I see you
You have an uncanny way
of showing yourself when I am weak
That has been a lot lately
You spring from echoes of yesterday
and the beckoning of tomorrow
Where are you?
Silly me...I know where you are
Here in the folds of my heart
and the starlight of a winters night
You are in the prints that cover my fingertips
and the scent that clings to my skin
Gone, but not forgotten
Stop staring at me and,
in time, perhaps I won't remember....
Or, maybe,
I'll forget to breathe
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Well, well....
Wow...it finally let me post it!
Grrrr...
Pencil art
Monday, March 20, 2006
more artwork
I'm working on a series and these are the two I have so far. The canvas of the pouty lips isn't quite finished yet. You can see the difference in color and finish between the two. I still need to finish the shading (probably a few more layers of acrylic) and the gloss coat. It's been so much fun doing this again. I'd forgotten that I had other "poetic" outlets.
I have other pieces of art that I'd completed years ago, mostly pencil drawings, that I actually framed. I have a sense of renewed gratification that I was the one that did them. lol...silly, I know, but at least I can see what I've accomplished along the way. Hope you enjoyed. Perhaps I'll post the other pieces later.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Paintings
Thursday, March 16, 2006
meandering through the night
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
*sigh*
must get back to dinner
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
AAAARRRRGGHH!!!
Mist Before Morning
nowhere and everywhere at once
I fall upon you
like mist before morning
I will bare my soul to you
there
Monday, March 06, 2006
Concrete Jungle
and claw the earth beneath me
My hair billows around my face-
a mane for queen of beasts
I prowl the streets of this desolate city
in search of a meal
perhaps a game of chance
with my prey...
Who will dance with this female ?
Don't answer...don't speak
silence is a weapon and protection
Listen to these talons scrape and scar
the concrete as I circle
Don't run away
bow down and pray in pius gesture
just one SNAP of my jaws
and your pain will disappear
Your cries of mercy fall
No one is listening
struck dumb to everything
but the sounds of their own rotation
Little do they know their turn
comes next
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Fall leaves gathered in a crush of color
littering the pavement with splashes of
crimson, auburn and gold
As the wind slowly cooled
I’d awaken to frost on the windowpanes
and fall asleep with the chill in the night air
Autumn so reminds me of you...
I remember the mornings we shared
when you slept restlessly and I’d kiss you awake
I’d softly call out your name
as I’d lay my hand gingerly
on your sleep-warmed face
You’d quirk your brow
and slowly open an eye
as you’d smile in recognition of my voice
“Good morning” and a kiss was customary
as I’d watch you wriggle and stretch
trying to fight away the sleep, but sorely losing
All I wanted to do
was crawl into bed
and dream along with you...
Fall comes again and the wind cools once more
as I relive a history
I shall never forget
Time has passed and those colored leaves are gone
Yet I remember the kisses for breakfast
and how I fell in love with you
With twisted wings I faltered
My heart still beats thoughit's no longer whole.
To test the strength I have within
I danced upon the ice
and I fell through
A weathered, melancholy overture
keeps playing
corrupted by the passing of time.
A rusty, swinging gate of absolution
flies open to the floods of memory’s demise
If only I could reason with my thinking
instead of feeling everything within.
Then maybe I could pick up all the pieces
that broke when I found myself again
I've tripped upon the roots of complications.
I’ve dreamt of what my life could really be
if I could fly within this grand illusion
beside my dreams on tattered, twisted wings
written 10-19-03
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Sea spray scatters as the crescent moon
moves upon the ocean dance floor
her gown of silken silver flows
about her with each swoop and sway
She dances for Adonis as he watches her
from his perch within the evening sky
His shoulders do not tire from the burden
of the world for he would carry the universe,
if only to watch her dance
The northern lights illuminate the love-drunk
visage of the two so far and yet so near to
never and forever, yet still they yearn
For, what is an existence without love?
They speak in silence, for love transcends
all language…all thought
There are no words; no use for them
For what they need, they see within each other
So, she shall dance and he will watch in silence
This, their love eternal, between Adonis and
the pagan moon
You’re a modern day Romeo
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If only I could save a kiss
between the pages of a book...
A white flower for the first,
blush pink for the in-betweens,
and blood red for the last good-bye
Just to have something tangible-
physical to look back to
Instead, the traces are invisible
Bruises and scars hidden by a smile-
lips deny what have already been said
pressed, once, against a windowpane
to melt your frozen heart
Now, you're gone;
yesterday took you back
And, I am left
wishing for pressed flowers
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
You're a Cafe Mocha!
What Kind of Coffee are You?
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