Monday, November 30, 2009

It's Love

Every song reminds me of you
Every joke sounds like your laugh
Every step takes me closer to you

But every now and then I steal a moment
for myself
I take a deep breath and step back

Cock my head and squint at you
Are you what you seem?
Beautiful and flawed?

And I wonder if I'm doing the right thing
Dragging you into my maddness
I wonder if I can handle yours

Such a mess...the two of us
Drawn together by unseen bonds
Unfit for anyone else

What a pair
And yet...my body misses yours
My heart aches for you

No one else understands
They don't see me
Not like you do

I know it's love
I feel it in my heart
I feel it in my pores

I belong to you
You belong to me
Kiss my mouth and I'll kiss yours

Right or wrong
Safe or not
I want you

Just you
Only you
No one else can fill the void

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Love

Falling in love should be easy
A golden ray upon my heart
But the truth is frightening
A darkness baying

Would you still want me
If I came to you
With all of my sins
Crashing around me?

Would you still kiss me
If you saw what I see
If you looked inside
And touched the shadows there?

The heat of me...burns
I don't want to burn you
The darkness grows and devours
Everything in its wake

I don't want you lost in it
The truth is that I'm changing
Body, mind, and soul
Becoming someone else

So whose heart am I offering?
And what will I do if you go?
Could I survive you?
Only God knows

But I can't say these things to you
I smile and wink and flirt
And play the courtesan
I spin my web...behind broken glass

Too fragile to embrace you fully
Too in love to let you go
What's a girl to do?
When all I want is to be with you...

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Bliss

What’s in your eyes, Love?
What do you feel—
When we talk?
When we’re together?

Is it lust?
Is it more?

What’s in your smile?
Are you teasing?
Is it sex?
Is it love?

So hard
This distance

Close my eyes
And wish for you
To touch your face
And watch your features change

Would you close your eyes?
Lean your face into my touch?

Will you moan when I taste you?
Or would you be silent?
I want to know, Love
I need to see

Will you love me forever?
Will you say what you mean?

So many questions
Curiosity eating away at me
Need becoming impatient
A driving force

Just to hold you
To touch your hand
To press your lips against mine
Would be heaven…would be bliss

Monday, November 23, 2009

Driven

Slave to earthly pleasures
Drawn to your textures
Knowing it could fail
Knowing you might sail—

Away
Wanting you to stay
Needing so much to say
“Won’t you come and play?”

Slow hypnotic drug
Shove me forward on the rug
No excuses
Sick of nooses

Need to feel you Boy
Got to give you joy
Say the word, I’ll begin
Pull you deep within

I just want a taste of you
Whet my appetite like you do
Never knew someone like you
Feel so raw and brand new

I'm reacting to you
Your curious moods
They drive me mad
But I’m so glad

Just to know you
Just to love you
Come here—love me
Babe—rock into me

Enjoy this crazy ride
Gasp as you slip inside
Driven
Driven

Pulsate
Gyrate
Slide your hands down my arms
Lock fingers, work your charm

Hard against my back
Stretched until I crack
Why deny it?
I can’t fight it

Gotta lay down for you
Feel you do what you do
So driven
Driven…

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Speechless

Sometimes emotion grips me
Constricts my throat
Locks away the words

My voice fails me
Tears well up and fall
For no reason at all

I look at your picture
And my heart aches
One half of a whole

I think of your words
Your laugh
Your voice

And I'm helpless, Babe
Just a woman with no more inhibitions
I'm floating without a life jacket

Drifting closer to you
I'm so effing in love
You take my breath away.

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Berserker

He was a heavy metal nightmare. Garbed in iron from head to toe, he cleaved his opponents with a mighty swing. Axe, sword, bare hands, it mattered not. He was a beast on the field, brutal and cruel. He waged through a river of blood until he was the last one standing.

He was the son of a great warrior, their lineage legendary. A family of berserkers the villagers whispered. None dare look him in the eye. He was a feral mountain moving across the landscape, his thirst for blood never quenched. His shadow frightened the bravest of men. He drug himself from the battlefield, weary, but never showing it.

He trudged through the slain and dying. He dropped the opposing king’s head before his own king. “I’ve done my part, old man. Now do yours.” Without waiting for a response, the berserker reached a hand into the old man’s chest and ripped out his beating heart. He took a bite while the old man watched, dying slowly. The berserker threw the still twitching heart on the ground and walked away.

He was king now, his word law. But his thoughts were elsewhere.




The house was sturdy, but plain—nothing to indicate wealth or power. A stable boy collected his horse and darted away quickly. His boots fell heavy on the stone floor, announcing his arrival. “Sir, the missus is waiting for you,” a servant said in a rush. She scurried off, eyes downcast. He took the stairs three at a time, heading straight for his bedroom. He hesitated only briefly at the door. Stealing himself against the worst he pushed the door open.

She lay in the bed looking pale and worn, a tiny bundle in her arms. He stopped just short of the bed. She smiled at him and held out a hand. “Why so quiet, Love? Come here. Come meet your daughter.” His brow creased, confusion mixed with emotions he didn’t recognize. “Daughter?” His wife laughed a full beautiful laugh and his heart clenched in his big chest. “Yes, Husband. Come meet your daughter.”

He walked over and sat gingerly on the bed. “Are you…” he began, but the words failed him. “I’m fine,” she said and stroked his bloody cheek with the back of her hand. Her knuckles were soft and white and he pressed her hand against his face, closing his eyes for just a moment. He looked at the little baby, sleeping so soundly in her mother’s arms. She was so tiny, so breakable.

His wife seemed to know what he was thinking and she said softly, “You’re not as big as you think. She’s not so small, hold her. Hold your baby.” She pushed the baby into his arms and he nearly panicked. But then a strange thing happened. Wetness dripped from his eyes and he stared helplessly at the teeny creature in his arms. Arms that had destroyed, hacked and cleaved and killed, were now cradling an angel. His wife’s laugh broke the moment.

She grinned at him, enjoying his moment of weakness. “What would the people say if they saw their famed berserker crying over a baby girl!” She laughed uncontrollably and he scowled at her. “I’m sorry, Love,” she said, “It’s just so sweet.” She leaned up, wincing in pain as she did, and brushed a warm kiss over his lips. She was exhausted and had to lay back almost immediately. But his heart filled with love for her and the baby.

He stood up and walked around the room, holding the infant close. He looked out the window and told his wife, “I’m King now. The old man is dead.” He turned to look at her, but she was already asleep. Some berserker he was, ignored in his own home. He tweaked the baby’s nose and laid her in the cradle. Time to wash off the blood.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Tunes

The rhythm pounds hypnotically
A deep reverberating sound
Echoes in my blood
Crawls along my skin

A drug that drives me
A tie that binds me
Slave to the beat
I move unconsciously

Close my eyes and sway
Small soft smile
A million miles
Away from here

Launch the escape pod
Stars explode behind my eyes
Body rocking
And the music calls

The wail of the guitar
The singer’s voice
Almost a sexual ache
Just a song

Doing strange things to me
Making me wish for things
Lyrics searing my soul
Makes me think of you

It’s just a song
Just a drum beat
Nothing more
Can’t open my eyes

Body rocking
Feeling so much
And it’s building…building…
Gotta melt into you…

Monday, November 16, 2009

Seer

The wind is a cutting thing—a brutal force wrecking all in its path. It sears with icy tendrils, whipping hair in my eyes. Tears sting and fall, freezing on my lashes. A biting, burning cold, it ekes its way through my bones. My thighs tremble and steps falter as I wedge myself against its force.

It wasn’t always this way. There was sunlight and warmth in this place once. A deep resounding joy used to exist here. But they came and took the sun away. The Others. The ones who offered love and light and lust—they came and took. They took the women. They took the warmth. They took the sun. They left lies and loss in their wake. And cold—they left the cold.

I’m the last woman here. And I walk alone. I cling to the shadows, in hiding. The baby pressed close to my breast, I try to offer warmth. I’m willing her to live. Not to sustain our species, we’re doomed. I’m sure of that. I’m willing her to live because the mother in me refuses to let go of hope. I refuse to let her die.

She whimpers in my arms, turns her searching mouth to my breast. I turn my back to the cruel wind and open my coat enough to adjust my breast. She finds my nipple and starts sucking. I smile and wince in pain. She’s such a greedy thing. A small pink, wiggling, greedy child—I have to keep her safe. I quickly zip my coat up again.

My fingers tremble, blue with cold. I turn toward the wind again, my face raw and cracking. There’s a cave up ahead, a safe place, it’s a secret passageway in and out of the monastery. It was a sanctuary for the monks before the Others came. I remember playing here as a child. I remember their chants. I remember the carnage. I fight the twinge of pain the memory brings. The image of the monks falling one by one, not fighting, just falling in quiet protest has stayed with me all of these long days. They laid down their lives with dignity.

The young men from the village hadn’t been so quiet. They’d fought. They had wanted to live, to mate, to marry. But the Others needed women. They needed fertile women to repopulate their planet. So they came and lured ours—then stole those who couldn’t be tricked.

Save me. I saw the evil in their words, the selfishness in their eyes. Seers always know. I watched them cut down Saul. I watched his blood fall. I watched his eyes glass over and go dark. I felt his child kicking in my womb as if she knew. I buried him under our tree. I covered his beautiful body with jade colored rocks. I sang our old songs. But I didn’t cry. He was gone.

I ran away. I stole into the hills and ate berries. I turned to our old ways. And I watched from a distance as the Others raped our world, murdered our men, and took our women. I called on the heavens to help us. But no answer came. And then one day the Others took our sun and left. They loaded their vessels and I watched their glowing lights get swallowed by the darkness.

The animals are dying. The plants can’t thrive in this dark cold world. It won’t be long before there’s nothing left to eat. The few survivors in the village are already warring. I had a vision of horror. I saw them killing each other and cooking the meat off their brothers' bones.

Our species is so fragile, so prone to despair. They lash out when they should draw together. But it matters not. We are doomed, the Others saw to it. I climb the rocks leading up to the old monastery. I see the statues of the monks' God. It’s a God I never served, but I bow and nod in respect anyway. I pray She will keep us safe.

I go to the food stores and find grain. Good. Praise be. I run frozen hands over the squirming lump sucking me dry. I’m so tired, so alone. No. I’m not alone. I have Rayanna. I smile to myself and pat her soothingly. There’s enough grain to last a good while.

I go looking for items to burn, to give us warmth. Bed linens, curtains, any cloth or wood that’s dry enough will do. I create a pile in the great hall. I light it with a match. Soon warmth fills the space. I unzip my coat and hold Rayanna close to me. She smacks her tongue against her gums making little slurping sounds in her sleep. My sweet angel. I rock her slowly and sing softly to her. I kiss her forehead with cracked lips.

We’ll sleep here tonight, next to the fire. But come morning I’ll move us and the grain to the cave. No one else knows where it is. So we’ll be safe there. And it’s deep in the ground with natural warmth, a hot spring flows through it. The monks used it for ceremonies, believing it to be sacred. But nothing’s sacred anymore. The deities have abandoned us.

I brush away a tear. I’ll not mourn for old ways lost. I’ll not mourn at all. I hold my baby closer and kiss her once more. I’m so tired that I’m asleep before I know it…

Can't Get This Song Out of My Head

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Iggy












Iggy--I forget his dimensions, but he's large as well. I like working on a large scale. I want to do a mural someday. Anyway he's acrylic and India ink on stretched canvass and paper. The blue section is tissue paper over blue paint. Lots a fun, old Iggy.

;D

Patti in Progress...

I'm still not writing like I should be so...more art! Lmao.

This is a painting of Patti Smith and some imagery from her songs...I'm not finished with it yet. I need to re-work the flowers and church. But it's interesting. I have a weakness for color, lol. Latin blood, what can I say?

I apologize for the wacky angles. I had to take it outside and prop it up to get some decent light. It's rather large: oils on a 40"x50" canvass.










Monday, November 9, 2009

Odds and Ends

Dunno what to post about today...can't write a single poem. That's strange for me, lol. So consider this my misc. post.



This was taken for photography class. It's my little monkeys at 2 and 3 years old. Noah is the screamer, Gabriel's staring off distractedly. So true to form. Hehehe.





This one is Noah at Dawes, a state park in OH. I just liked the colors, textures, and contrast between his red shirt and the trees... Plus, Dawes rocks!




Some art. Why not? Lol. I was messing around with different techniques. It's nothing major, just fun and colorful.


;D

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Friday, November 6, 2009

NaNo Excerpt: The Ranting of a Deranged Woman

Tears streamed down her face and pain raked rancid claws along her throat. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. This mind-fuck was destroying her. Her heart lay bloody at his feet, a gaping wound in her chest. She knew better than to fall in love.

She’d avoided it for years. She’d convinced herself that she could live without it. But then he’d come along and pursued her. Told her so many things, gave her hope, and before she’d known it—she was in love with him. She was a fool. She was a stupid, stupid girl, to trust the man so completely, to believe the dream he had painted. Why had she ever believed she could have happiness?

Hadn’t life kicked her in the teeth enough before? After everything she’d survived it was criminal to be this naive. The reality was that she was a mother and couldn’t afford to cry her eyes out and lose her mind over Sammy. Either he loved her and would come to his senses or he didn’t and she would come to hers. Only time would tell.

Anton Gully

You say love is hard
But that's a lie
You're over-complicating things again
Take a breath and ease your mind

Love is patient and kind
It's unconditional and forgiving
It's compassionate and freeing
Love is what I'm offering you

It's my last ditch plea
My heart's request
Reach out to me
I'll welcome you home

Take the chance
You know you want to
Don't make the mistake
Of throwing us away

You need to write
Who could understand better than I?
Who could love you better?
Accept you more?

Please don't go back to being a rock
Talk to me and let's sort it out
We owe it to ourselves to see this through
Haven't I been good to you?

Whatever the problem
We can face it together
If you'll trust me the way
You asked me to trust you

Keep your promises, Love
Be patient and this uncertainty will pass
Just don't be rash
And say goodbye too soon...

Toys

My favorite toy is AWOL
Took a leave of absence
Left to my own devices
So I've found a new toy

Not nearly as sweet
Doesn't tell jokes
Doesn't call me Kitten or pet
But at least it's hanging around

I miss my favorite toy, love him loads
Can't wait till I can see him again
But in the meantime...
I'll play games with his substitute

It's not so bad really
Left to play all alone
Oh my! The substitute vibrates, hehehe
That's more than my favorite toy could do


;P

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Welcome Back Alice

Fall down the rabbit hole
Stay away from the shrooms

Look in the funny mirror
Laugh at the distorted girl standing there

Chase the white rabbit
No don't

Have some pride, Alice
Just stay on the path and you'll find him eventually

The Cheshire cat is a bitch
Swirling smoke and spinning lies

Come have tea with the Mad Hatter
Clean up the March Hare's vomit

Sop up the mess
Change your party dress

What happened to the white rabbit?
He's typing furiously, preoccupied

Wander aimlessly, Alice
Take a bow drama queen

What happened to the sun?
It's so dark here in the rabbit hole

Paint your lips into a joker's smile
Really shouldn't have eaten the shrooms

Dance around to wild tunes
Chase the Mad Hatter and March Hare around the table

Gleeful giggles of the half insane
So much fear and pain

"She was always a sensitive girl"
Pull the ribbons from your hair

Grown women behave with dignity
Stop acting like a spoiled child

Dig a foothold and climb out of the rabbit hole
Slip and fall and try again

Fuck the Queen of Hearts
She's just a dirty whore

Sit at the bottom and see the sun so far away
A tiny ray at the top of the rabbit hole

Cry and cry and cry the ache away
Welcome back Alice

Hope you enjoy your stay.


*** I'm having one of those days, not fit for human interaction. My apologies. Maybe I'll just lose myself in NaNo for awhile...think I could muster up something ugly today, lol. My poor characters, good thing they're imaginary. ;D

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Love Come...

Love come lightly
Tickle gently
Tread on quiet feet
And warm kisses greet

Love come slowly
Tease and linger lowly
Sigh and ease and please
Seek and take release

Love come by
Give faith a try
Open hearts and arms embrace
Stroking lips and face

Love come here
Lean in near
And stay awhile
Snuggle close and smile

Love come trust
This is more than lust
Hold tight and enjoy the day
Hold hands, no words to say

Love behold
Secrets told
Promises and plans made
A future yet unpaved

Love come see
A simple life with me
Laughter, warmth, and happiness
Lovely nights to banish loneliness

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Monday, November 2, 2009

Embers Continued

The creature slithered across the landscape leaving a black ooze in it's wake. The wildlife were eerily quiet as the traveler stalked his prey. The beast absorbed everything in it's path, drawing debris and living organisms alike into it's bulbous form.

The stench of decay was nearly tangible as rolled over the traveler's tongue. He'd smelled the thing before. Fought it before, none of this was new to either of them. He knew what tricks the creature preferred, but the traveler was ready for them this time.

Slowly the traveler closed in and used the stench of the beast to cover his own scent--giving him the advantage of surprise. He pounced near the thing, careful not to touch it, lest he be devoured by the ravenous beast and drove the spear into what must be it's back. There was a popping sound followed by a hiss and a new depth to the noxious fumes as black gas poured from the beast.

It slithered to a halt and turned it's empty sockets toward the traveler. "You," it garbled through the filth and trash and remains protruding from it's body. The traveler tipped his hat politely and replied, "always."

The creature laughed and the objects forming its body shifted until a lone skeleton fell limply forward. Her once raven hair hung in muddy strings, the flesh long since decayed from her bones, but she still wore the tattered dress he remembered. The creature caressed her face...or where her face should have been...and growled to her, "awaken."

Slowly her bones began to crack and creak as they moved. She made a soft hissing sound as she extracted herself from the monster's belly and she walked toward the traveler on unsteady legs. Her once beautiful yellow dress swirling around her ankle bones. "My love," she hissed and reached for the traveler. Her gruesome, fleshless smile a mockery of the beauty she'd been in life. Her decayed hands wrapped around his shoulders and she croaked, "give me a kiss, pet."

The traveler's chest tightened, his love for this woman unyielding, but he'd been prepared for this trick. Delilah was long gone and this rag doll was naught more than a puppet. Still...he embraced her one last time and danced with his dead bride. Tears streaming down his face, he waltzed her to the edge of the clearing. And quick as a flash he spun her round as he had before the beast had come and stolen her away. As she spun he doused her with gasoline and tossed a match at her. He sobbed as the night sky lit up with her burning bones and filled with her shrieks.

Then he ran at the monster and pummeled it with grenades. He dove into the underbrush and rolled down the hill, his old bones cracking as he rolled over fallen branches and rocks. Just as he reached the bottom an explosion racked the countryside. Birds burst, squawking, from the trees. He smiled, knowing he'd done it this time. The thing was surely dead.

He climbed up the hill and ran into the woods, gagging and covering his face as he went. Decay and filth and rot sagged in the air, pressing against the traveler's lungs. But the beast was blown to smithereens! He laughed out loud, not caring that his lungs were rasping and struggling to breathe in the sludge polluting the air.

With a flourish, he bowed and tipped his hat to the smoking embers and goo that remained. His heart was whole again, his vow to his Delilah finally fulfilled. She was free of the monster. She was his again. He turned on his heel and walked away.

As the sound of the traveler's retreating boot-steps shrank in the distance a small glob of goo inched it's way toward a pile of ash. The earth gurgled and moaned and purged itself of the beast. And slowly, unknown to the traveler, the creature began to re-assimilate.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Pecan Pie




1/2c brown sugar
1/2 stick of butter
1c light corn syrup
1tbsp flour
1tsp vanilla
2 eggs (slightly beaten)
12oz pecans
1 unbaked pie shell

Preheat oven to 375. Put pie shell in a 9in pie pan.

In a heavy saucepan melt butter, mix flour in the butter. Add corn syrup, sugar, vanilla, eggs, and pecans. Pour into prepared pie shell. Bake for 40-50 minutes or until set (barely jiggles in center).

Yum :)