It seems as though my contribution to my own blog has become slated to (hopefully) impermanent sporadic moments of free flowing ideas. In all truth, it has been used primarily as a mouth piece for my new online radio show. So, I figured that since I had a few moments I would at least add *something*… which is going to consist of one of my other interests – creative and poetic writing.
Never fear, I will be hosting my next radio show March 1, so be sure to tune in. And, don’t forget you can also call in as a guest, and if you pre-register on the site before the show you can also add to it’s flair by chatting along with us and even posting video and image media. A truly interactive experience!
Link : AIR Radio Channel
Random Wholly Whole Ness (written 02/10/2009)
Oh your breeze, drift my way please, every second of every deez.
Yes, yes it is mine part of mind.
I’ve even bought a bit of it just to remind.
Even if after all remembering is just much to much too kind.
I’ve grasped back into my hand, that week long bliss, of which I was much amiss in the missing of that kiss. I laugh thinking now, skipping in my rhyme of time trapped blind ness, mess. And happy ness, mess. Giggle.
Take my hand and feel the energy spin, through and through, like my soul is touching you. Always eyes, always looking, without looking, without gazing, without opening my lids or blinking. But tears still escape, I am not closed off from you, never, ever. For goodness sake, see this space?
Week won, or one, the one needed to be won. It was justified by the tide of perusive and wholly conclusive conductivity between two persons of lide. Yes it’s real, I made it up.
Wanting, not needing, desiring, holding, grasping, cradling. a dedication inside of knowing without the knowing that everyone else wants or thinks they need.
Bucolic Sleeplessness (written 02/17/2009)
good morning sunshine, do you know who makes the Star shine? after some decline it now sublime. runaway mind, stopped by a kitty napping indignantly upon a lap divine, a lap now wine, a lap all mine. would one dare label asinine?.. altruistically of heaven rhyme, to pair one line to ultimate crime, shut out the light. even hemmingway found himself a sweeter kind before departing although less a grace for me. sigh melodious pause in time. and they do turn left to no chance of Fates to forget about but by way of bravery in bucolic charm. somehow i was time to disarm…
