Adversity Breeds Creativity

Creatures embrace

The night unfolds with a flash of darkness

I feel as if I can reach out and grab a handful of stars

Darkness steps out of the shadows

The moonlight turns the black hair silver

I look at the face and see a flash of shimmering fang in the night

Not human, not animal, what is it?

A hand reaches out

I turn and try to run into the clearing

seeing only trees

The words trapped, alone and scared crowd my mind

A blur of motion brought him near

I drop my eyes and when I raise them… I am alone

Two arms enfold my waist

I struggle, and it speaks

“Hush now, ma petite” it whispers husky, masculine

The voice slid down my skin, soothing

My fear disolves

Hair is brushed off mu neck, fingers down the smooth silky white skin

And I melted into his arms as his mouth

enclosed over my neck

( circa 94? )

ride your moto in a little black dress

too much skin and not enough time

wind licks the thigh

smirk owns the lips

Moments too few

Weave and dance in traffic

chase dreams

pursue prose

dont let the story write itself

In corners adorned in cowbwebs

strangers who refuse your gaze

Smile lines and wrinkles

My euphoria is contagious

I feel it eminante from my flesh

This airport reeks of positive/negative

All I smell is you

As I launch onto this movator to baggage

knowing full well 14 hours are before me

Until this plane even arrives

Your scent propels me

28 hours beyond this layover our lips touch

This sweet connection of lonliness

I’d give up candy for your touch

Met a beatnik in the last 24 hours in Vietnam

Regaled with impish antics,

jostling kamikaze through the streets

LaRue and laughture comfortable bedfellows

A decade crossing foreign land

escaping a war not his own

Exiled from the USA for 99 years

Mountie’s rapped a village door

narrow frame sliding down a

slick, black fire escape

to a stage just below

Stolen Paresien documents with any name

height, occupation, fiction

Yellow moon nestled in stars in Saigon

The night steals you

Cool breeze dances in the city

lily pads reflect dreams and aspiration

Life is endless

Smoke hashish and salsa dance with strangers

The ocean isn’t  the only thing made up 70% of water

These eyes could  pass a thousand great lakes in one sitting

The way the land bumps and indents along the shore

My heart wraps itself to anything with even a vague sense of warmth

I’m a hermit crab in a stolen shell

Words fall from the lips like shards of glass
only the most calculated measures can traverse them
Like a wave on the shore our thoughts toss us to and fro
emotions our only roadblock to out hearts content
Why does sunshine cure heartache?

Vikrim says

Indeed. words are just water from a stream.

[ Ђ ε ª ŋ ] says:

that we are fortunate enough to grasp in our hands for even a moment and identify it’s beauty

Vikrim says:

to share amongst friends with either our bare hands or makeshift containers

 [ Ђ ε ª ŋ ] says:

For in our we hands hold our entire existance – the love, the loss, the pain, the joy

I’m not going to go see Avatar
James Cameron doesn’t need another sock shaped pool
Funded by me his wife doesn’t need another pair of three dimensional
Breasts filled with exotic Indonesian Tsunami Saline
And I don’t need to stand in a line filled with hipsters
Lamenting the death of indie culture while paying $13
To see a film that’s already made more than a billion

Plus if I wanted to watch aliens in 3-D
I would just stare at you. And if I wanted
To see humans desecrating a planet and its natural resources
While murdering the indigenous population
Of said planet, I would—well wait a minute

That just seems a little far fetched
Come on. Really?
To me that kind of thinking
Is right off the deep end

That type of thing is never going to happen
Who’d be willing to live in a world like that?
A world where there were trash islands made of
Plastic nudules and fishing nets floating in the ocean
A planet where there used to be millions of bison
Running across the Prairies but are now
Only owned by Rock Stars
Just look at North America as a prime example
Of how it’s impossible or look at Canada specifically
Our Prime Minister, Stephen Harper says
There is no history of colonialism in our country

There’s no way he couldn’t see it if it had ever happened
It’s not like we’re descended from some kind of Roman
“Emperor” who came up with a religion based on
Another Emperor living in the sky and then he
Forced it on everyone else—entire populations of
“Foreign” cultures violated via torture, murder, rape and sexual abuse
Leaving them spiritually devastated to the point
Where their self hate was so psychically engrained
It became a part of their DNA and was passed along
Generation to generation breeding broken families
And crucifix babies until it seems like all roads
Just lead to suicide or addictions

People would never be that cruel just to have power
That sort of thing only happens in the movies.

People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway. 
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, It is between you and God;
It never was between you and them anyway.

Caught on film.     Thinking of you Freckles <3