My "To Do" List for Tuesday, March 28th 2006

1.Holler random numbers while someone is counting.
2.Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.
3.Wear a special hip holster for my remote control.
(just might annoy?)
4.Signal that a conversation is over by clamping my
hands over ears.
5.Check out a novel from the library and write the
surprise ending on page one.
6.Repeat the following conversation a dozen times:
"Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, it's gone now."

And I have decided that I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it is easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.

Yea?

Well, Spring is here? Or perhaps it is on its way - I don't know, but I truly long for it.



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love on me, this love, love on me, this love, love -
-Gigi D'Agostino

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I know well the shape of admiration you express
and poetry of hunger spread thick against paper
walls, where we are silhouettes: the soft of
memory —

nights when the moon would drive the lamps out,
a thin hush over our flesh— we felt it then as it
quickened along the vine. And in the dark,

we'd lower our voices and touch in the last hours
before dawn. Each stroke a maddening of sorts
left to linger, like words or warm breath in the air.

Such things come easy with the steady hand.
And even if it were all a dream, may I sleep til
Spring, to rise again through the flames.

Random thoughts

I am changing for the better I think. Everything that touches or passes me - seems utterly and perfectly beautiful. The sky, voices, words, letters, photographs, fruit, scents, and season. Oh, how I want to walk barefoot in the fields of flowers as they become fragrant in Spring.

I long for cotton dresses in subtle hues, scents of lavender on my wrist, and a sun that warms even the smallest of curl on the cheek. I am abundant with thoughts of a changing season. What I would not do for a garden of lily and rose.

And I plan to take time to pause each moment that I can. Seasons such as Spring pass much too quickly - I do not want to miss a thing.

I know I said that this year was going to be the best - so when does it begin? I must have been in a fog. Days pass and I imagine all the things I could be doing, but never do. If I could change one thing about myself it would be my mind: it never does what I really want. ;)

I had hoped to cross days - forget to return

When the shards of eve and excitement
were high as treetop pine, I gave in
to his mouth; it trembled slightly as
it brushed my breast.

Commend the slender boy, who dare climb
my tresses in joie de vivre, clothed in
silk suit - hung loosely in the night air.

Praise him, for he was clever.
He placed his thigh against mine,
warming me sweetly, fingers pressed to
lips as if to draw out the words he

longed to reveal. And with one quick kiss,
his flesh began to ache, it lifted with
each passing breath, but there was no time -

I knew I would/could not return.

"Be still, for my body might not take
another
mad moment,
another stroke -
I have grown tired, you move
me, radiohead, split me in two."

We slept beside each other and when the
lonely light of morning crept across his
cheek –
I had gone.

A quiz for whatever reason

What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?
None. It used to be strawberry cheesecake, but I like orange sherbert more now

What was the last thing you ate?
A mini chic-o-stick

What CD is in your CD player right now?
A burned CD

What was the last song you listened to?
Missing - Everything but the girl

Name a favorite childhood memory.
I remember a foggy morning and swinging on a swing at my grandmum's. I liked the way the wind felt in my hair.

What's your birthstone? Would you change it?
Topaz and yes - it's a bit ugly

If you had one day to live, what would you do?
build a flower garden

What are your favorite scents?
Coconut/lime spray from Bed Bath & Body, lavender,
and Pleasures by E. Arden

What are your 3 favorite drinks?
Chocolate Milk, Caramel Machiatto at Starbuck's,
Ruby Red Grapefruit Juice

Do you have a favorite season?
Why?
Autumn - it's beautiful

Name three songs that you enjoy,
but no one knows.
Cara mia, Ava Maria, and Make me bad

Paint me your dream home.
Where would it be?
Beside the beach, plenty of flower gardens, poetry, and paintings

Do you volunteer?
I used to. I bought books from Barnes and Noble or Borders, and read them to the children in the peds unit each week. Afterward, I would give the books to the
them. I miss that. They were always such a sweet bunch. I recall buying a violin for one boy. His parents could not afford it, but I knew he longed to play. I loved him. His mum cried, but was happy as well and I felt so sad. I suppose she always wished she could of gave him one. I thought about giving it to her and letting her give it, but that was after the fact. I regret not doing that. Sometimes my heart leaps moves before I can catch up. Sorry wherever you are.


When you fall asleep are you usually on your side, your stomach, or your back?
Side - with one leg over the edge of the bed and a little pillow that I like to hug.

Which is worse?
Seeing someone chewing their fingernails
or picking their nose?
Neither - I hate to see ppl chew gum with the mouth open ::shudders::

Which would be worse?
Being made to eat bugs
or drink sour milk?
Sour milk. I don't like milk much anyway - except choc.

Which guy would you rather go out with? A loving guy, a hot guy,
or a beefcake?
A loving guy. And what the heck is a 'beefcake"? Sounds like a poor constructed food product. Again, ::Shudders::

What are you wearing?
A pair of bell bottom pants, slippers, white socks,
and a long sleeve shirt.

Name 3 movies that you will remember.
Amelie, Chocolat, Untamed Heart

Are you glad we are through?
Yep

I have seen it drive women to madness—
as definite as winter chill—the breeze
deep-seated, fixed like bullet to bone.

And it is beside you, inside you, all season:
something stirs in the air.

Voices, like petals pulled from their stems:
"He loves me." It is enough.

It is enough -
beneath a current, where stones lie silent,
where breath becomes still within minutes.

We say yes, yes, yes to it all – only to linger
on eastern edges, like game pieces: each
rapt to see where the other may go – so
still at times, we appear to be the next
period as it awaits return.

Once long ago, I walked this path, my body
became depleted, nerves on the ache of
splinter. And at the close of it all, I found
nothing. [I found nothing.]

My chest split in the bitter fist of December,
left to solidify in its grasp. I remained there
forever it seemed: bruised shins, hair in my
hands, and one black boot on the floor.

And across the miles, vast as an ocean song,
a handful of love awaits, its faith in me,
like an open field – I feel the warmth, but am
frightened of the [strength] it reveals.

0 ho trovato la perla del prezzo grande,
esso sto chiedendoci di attendere

appena per un po'lungamente in questa
condizione della pausa, come un alito

tenuto, di un bacio di winter's. sto imparando
il significato allineare del pazienza,

è un percorso costoso da seguire con le
difficoltà, il dolore, la poesia,

le rotture e la passione, ma presto le cose
precedenti saranno oscurate dalle

ricompense, in cui le cose di vecchio
si ricorderanno di nient'altro e un nuovo sole,

il sole di tutti che per la volontà presentiamo
con in ale di it's - fino allora

all'continuerò a scriverlo nella mia vita,
anche se le mie barrette possono sanguinare.

Did you know that sesquipedlianism obfuscates pellucity?

This Beauty is Soft

This beauty is soft -- as if music and wood,
agate, cloth, wheat, peaches the light shines through
had made an ephemeral statue.
And now she sends her freshness out, against the waves.

The sea dabbles at those tanned feet, repeating
their shape, just imprinted in the sand.
And now she is the womanly fire of a rose,
the only bubble the sun and the sea contend against.

Oh, may nothing touch you but the chilly salt!
May not even love disturb that unbroken springtime!
Beautiful woman, echo of the endless foam,

may your statuesque hips in the water make
a new measure -- a swan, a lily --, as you float
your form through that eternal crystal.

-Neruda

Meaning and Misplacement

"love on me - this love,
love on me, this love, love..."

Oh, Godhead.
        What can I possibly say?

Sit down close to me.
Godhead,
                I know -
it is so beautiful, so severe.
Mi scusi, il mio tesoro,
        I cavalli
                selvaggi
        non potrebbero
trascinarme lontano. 


        It begins in the light of
a high-winded chiesa, stirs
in the grasses beyond
the plain - I cavalli
selvaggi
non potrebbero
trascinarme lontano.

Hands designed                 for two,
                        divide, 
                fingers begin to fade
        the need from lack. 

A moment, a moment, a winter implosion,
felt below the creases of
        our shirts                 that cling,
        like there has never
been
so much at stake.

                        And it is marvel
        that smoothed the lines
        written into our
                palms - it fastens them
                together, like seed to soil.

Stand amid these defenses
and you will see it:                 the fire
                that [rises]
                from my breath.

        Four hours or so from
        the storm: a coupé, secure,
        mind race, and l'umore
        vigore terrestre.

        [Italian], the only suitable 
                'sure thing' - yea. Oh, oh,
        and intention.
How the hell
are you supposed to leave?

Insatiable

The way I feel when I am in your eyes,
I become liquid longing - liquid blue.

It is how I reflect in winter, like a drop
of wetness in the center of the boughs.

Perhaps it is the way my spine aches
beneath your voice - pulling each goose

bump from my flesh. It does not matter,
our thoughts and desires are as one:

we will rise beyond this city, place our
hands where the season cannot reach,

where we are warmed by sunset’s fire,
like poetry or the stir of summered grass.

And there, in that moment, our bodies
will touch tightly, to keep out the cold.

It's been a extensive winter, my love.
Once the soil softens, I will sow
your words into the garden - my palms,
wet with curiosity.

In spring, the sun calms:
its warmth will smooth these cool
hands, changing season, where
everything tastes like poetry, shifting
hours, like the curves of your mouth in
admiration - to ensure I do not forget you.

This morning I stretched
across the bed,
my nightgown
moved
        over
        my hips -
        I thought of you.

And in the idle darkness, comes the bite!

Good God, come to me, touch flesh
with fantasy, fill wintered nights of
longing, in cherrydream.

I lie awake - it's 3 am and my pulse
races at the thought of eagerhand
as it searches pulp beneath cotton
dress, beneath innocence.

Seperate lips with tenderbreath, Tesoro,
while whispering, 'Tu si bella' and this
european blood will stir,
this european blood will stir.

Buon San Valentino

Al mio amore,

Let me lose myself in the fullness
of your lips
as they carve our names
      in fluster-tongue.
Press yourself into me, Tesoro
until my curves become the contours
of the sand beneath us,
   until we become one.


Ti amo con tutta l'anima ♥

Happy New Year!