I Climb A Tree To See The World

covet my heart with your wandering eye

be sure and whisper sweet nothings in her ear

she doesn't swoon easily, contrary to popular belief

she's been cleanin' the street with her strength

for a while now....

gathering the lost playing cards

wishing for the words that have been discarded 

for sake of convenience and issue

she's been taking stock in and around

the world.  with pieces of tattered, stained napkins

with scribbles of forgotten love songs and love letters

in each one of her pockets.

back pockets

front pockets

side pockets

purse pockets

mitten pockets

toque pockets

her luggage keeps getting lighter and lighter

as every time she picks up a stray

she let's go her expectations

pack light.

and every time she finds herself in a new room

filled with strangers

her acute sense of the exit sign

has been refined to a point

to a point

to a point

the space in which she flex

be in that of a patient nature

in which let her breathe and sigh at her own chosen

convex to your concave

simplicity

in that rhythm

complications without predicate

are simply not what she seeks

not what she covets

not what she wants.

and when her eyes lock onto her love

they be better to embrace the intensity

and reply with a sway

with a hand on the small of her back

with a slight cock of the head

with your hands on her face when you kiss her

answer with a triangle of your arm

she will put her arm through

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because love is not about competition

or aggression

or entitlement

or presumtion

or anything fueled by fear

it's about

dynamic

laughter

teethy smiles until your cheeks hurt

and a soft glance

that doesn't look away

it's about big dreams that never wane

it's about someone who you invite into your ideosyncratic world

and they

get it.

and they want to join you 

on the bench

as you watch this crazy life

play out like the greatest

baseball game

you ever saw

you are not conscious

of the level of your beverage

you are not aware of the time

you are not in sync

with your bodily

your fumbles are endearing, dear

the soundtrack in my head

is instantaneous

love is

twos scoops of ice cream

and a sideways cone

Photoshoot Laurel Jackson EP

After two weeks of trying out different venues and back drops.....this is the final cut.  I am very happy with the way it turned out as is Laurel.  Styling, art direction and front cover photography done by yours truly and Amber Johnston.  Feast your eyes on this one babies.  Stay tuned for follow-up links and where to buy her EP.  Happy Sunday y'all! xoxo

Brand New Key

 

Vying

wrote this one a while ago.....

vying
to evolve
that i can taste it
like the copper bite of blood
from the clamp i have on my tongue for my words for you
so i will run
as far as i can stretch
to a place where i can speak
without consequence
without censor
without held intention
towards the place that i intended when i started
when i decided
i decided that i am the one with whom i love
that my heart is what needs freeing
that my limbs are what need seeing.
that although my body hides away under the whisper of my insecurity
{as it mostly sounds like a scream}
it is my heart too that is cloaked
as it does not speak its truth either
and the truth in which is seeks
is that of Woodstock and a time when i never breathed.
that if i told you my truth
you would expect it from the girl that wears flowers in her hair
and draws paisleys on her skin
instead it is me
who graffiti’s the word love wherever she goes
but not on the terms in which make you feel comfortable
on her own terms.
that in which is indefinable;
except by me
the one who holds the marker
and you can never see that in me
the one who tastes my skin
the one who mingles
with my fingers
and toes
that we share
in numbers
not dna
just like the beat
that resonate within our ribs
and the pulse that races in our veins
faster and faster with every breath
when the unfelt heat is conducted between me and his
his that is but an idea rather than
transpired in front of my eyes
so I continue to gather the crumbs
the pieces of character that I admire in all of them
the eyes of you that I see
the hands of you that I met
the arms of you that I shared a bus ride with
the back of one of my ex-lovers
the teeth of you that is another’s lover
that soul of you that I had a drunken Jeff Buckley conversation with
the heart of you brothers
and the infinite conversation of all
that which initially gravitationally attracted me:
the witty quip
the catty smile
the mutual groove to a song
the song by which I mean all songs
the pretty face
the Tom Waits voice
{throwing fistfuls of glitter in the air}
so, “speak to me in a language i can hear”
at the right pitch
at the right frequency
be sure to cock your head just so
and kick the ground before you go
to indicate your humble thought
that i am not one to be had
but one to hold
in this moment
as that is all we have is this:
“until you can make it last
forever
you.”

March 5th, 2011 Horoscope

"No one is perfect, Gemini. And just as you can't expect the ones you love to meet all of your hopes and expectations all of the time, you can't expect that of yourself either. You're being too hard on yourself over something that recently transpired. It may have to do with a relationship, or a work-related matter, or something else that meant more to you than you realized until you encountered a problem. You have to let it be okay that things didn't happen as you imagined. There will be another chance to make it right. That's what you have to think about, rather than wasting your time on self-blame."

I am in a state of flux right now....got the whole Hamlet thing goin' on.  Decisions, decisions, decisions.  Where to go.  Should I stay.  What to do.  The only thing that doesn't seem to be confusing is who I am.  That has been established and locked down.  Seeking answers - getting nowhere.  Now that I've  realized that happiness can be achieved within - without anyone else.....there is a fearlessness that resonates louder than bombs.  What am I waiting for.  Don't be afraid to take chances.  Grab your life by the balls and tell it where it's going.  Do not take for granted any opportunities being put forth.....WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU OPPORTUNITIES?!  I am ready.  The most ready I have ever been.  Ready.  Ready.  READY. 

The only solace that I have - I know that when it happens - I will take it and run.  I was born to run.

Pucci Fall 2011

The Sartorialist

Okay, okay, okay.....y'all know how much I love The Sartorialist - but like, this outfit he posted from the Pucci Fall 2011 show.....is to DIE for.  Doesn't the lace kinda look like nipples at first glance.  These are the kind of pieces that you buy once because they are so GD amazing that they stand the test of time.  Timeless if you will.  That dress is a love story.  And how incredible it would unfold if I were to swagga into your life wearing it?  Feast on that babies.....