Perfect Stranger

Skytrain

Today a boy I met on the skytrain. We had a little skytrain romance. Before we parted he told me my boyfriend was very lucky because I am beautiful. 

So I see you

and i’m not sure if you caught my eye

or I caught yours

but we keep meeting briefly

in the middle

and I have this urge to know why

to understand

to explain

but I don’t want to ask

I don’t want to break the perfect forcefield of dilated perfection between us

so I sit

and I make up stories that I know you

or you recognize me

or you love me

and then the more I think about it

the more familiar you look

and suddenly we aren’t perfect strangers anymore

we’re just perfect

reunited

or united

I can’t tell anymore

because the past and your unfamiliar face

has become a fantasy

today

was a beautiful day

your face

i love the way

was a beautiful day

a lovely perfect wonderful

beautiful day

I talked about writing this, and this PostSecret I saw about how sometimes people stare at people on the train because they are beautiful, and the wondering…. and I forgot to tell him he was beautiful. And inspiring. And polite. Oops.

Also, he did not mention that I am the lucky one : )

Free-Writing Inspiring by Indiana’s Thunderstorms

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The real cowboy. There’s a story in her eyes.
This is the place where idea clouds brew.
Where the lightning strikes the dawn anew.
Where poets die nourished for only they knew
To express- not detest this sprawling, wandering, golden-eyed tattoo.

With a flash
The paparazzi of the sky
Ambushes us from up on high
With a slash of light
At night it’s time to strike

In the darkness the room is a million miles wide

I could choose to get and angry or frustrated or cry, but instead I’ll choose to be happy and I don’t have to know why. And I could choose to be tired or burnt out or wrecked, but I’ll smile instead and laugh with the best.

Frantic feet might dance in the street but when they get on stage they keep the beat.

The bar doesn’t water down their drinks but my melted ice does a mighty fine job.

BAM.

Chicagoem & A Song Inspired by Indiana

Last weekend I went to Indiana (via Chicago) to celebrate my sister’s graduation from Nursing School. This is what I created. Inspired by a delightfully humid and soft drive (or two).

Chicagoem:

A suburban paradise

With 1 tree for every street

and 1 wish for every dream

An elegant escape

for the corn-belt’s just a drive away.

Or so, they say.

And as we landed I loved all the little Chicago houses, with the little Chicago cars and the little Chicago streets and the little Chicago bars. And so I landed on the American Dream (but I just wanted to sit in Holliday Park and read).

A Song Inspired by Indiana- Make Today Great (in development)

VERSE 1

The lightening strikes without a clash or a clap

A silent vigilante, always coming back

The thunder screams every once in a while

It roars, it roars but it smiles

and the fields are smiling too.

They smile for me and you….

CHOURS

So come run through the storm with me

Come splash through the puddles and please

Remember,

You are a part of me

Come dance in the yard while it rains

Don’t forget we’ll never live a moment

that is

the same

Let’s live for today

Let’s fly a little out of our way

Make today great (double clap)

Make today great (double clap)

VERSE 2

The sun beats down, hot on our backs

Summer is here, there is no reason to slack

A cool breeze finds us

it reminds us

now’s the time

now, now now’s the time…

Untitled Poem on Irony

'The Comedy of Errors' by William Shakespeare
UNTITLED POEM

I want you to be my greatest coincidence,

to beat on the door of my innocence.

Shall we wrap ourselves in irony?

like some sort of Shakespeare comedy?

For there’s a danger in your smile.

It might trick me for a while.

I’ve been led down a path,

which i’ve not been.

All together unexpected –

chasing names like we meant it.

Avoiding some calamity,

with our clandestine revelry.

Do tell what’s your name?

And what is your trade?

A heartsmith or just a pretty face.

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inspired by a page from my ironic life.

OH. And while we’re talking about irony… love this.

sadglasses: a depressing poem

Day 251 - Sunglasses

it took me forever to get to the police station.

and i wasn’t going for any glamorous or scandalous reason.

just a criminal record check.

it was so far away.

and the buses don’t run often enough.

so on the way back I waited an hour for the bus.

it seamed they had all vanished.

and all the phones were silent.

no one could pick up it seamed.

finally the bus arrived.

there was an accident.

the roads were closed.

and so I sat on the bus.

by myself.

and put on my sunglasses.

even though it was the middle of winter.

and the sun had long since set.

so that no one would see me cry.

 

It felt really good to write this. I’ve had a tough few weeks. Glad to have a supportive community around me.

I am a Leader Causing Leaders [Part 4]

 

I learned some very interesting things about currency at Leaders Causing Leaders.

Of course there is the classic “Pay in Forward” concept but there are some other ideas emerging too.

Ideas like a depreciating currency, a yin & yang economy, time banks and bit coin were all new to me.

I also was told: If your product has value you should charge for it. And to find people whose strengths are my weaknesses.

I also got to enjoy a lovely concert from one of my favorite groups Avasa & Matty Love. There was even a cool former Disney artist doing live sketchings… it was a really artistic party!

On the way home I had some lovely conversations in the airport, however the plan was not full so I sat alone on the ride back. I edited photos and pondered my trip. While flying it occurred to me that when it is dark I could be 1 000 000 miles off the ground and never know how high I really am.

I also wrote this poem on the way back:

When you tell me things

I see them more clearly

than the things

in front of my face

I’ll ride my bicycle

across the stars

and dance with the the wor(l)ds

I embrace.

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

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The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

your life is your life

don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. 

be on the watch.

there are ways out. 

there is a light somewhere.

it may not be much light but it beats the darkness.

be on the watch.

the gods will offer you chances.

know them. 

take them. 

you can’t beat death but

you can beat death in life, sometimes.

and the more often you learn to do it, 

the more light there will be. 

your life is your life. 

know it while you have it. 

you are marvelous. 

the gods wait to delight 

in you. 

I love this poem: Tonight by Charles Bukowski

Girl in Your Dreams

 

“your poems about the girls will still be around

50 years from now when the girls are gone,”

my editor phones me.

dear editor:

the girls appear to be gone

already.

I know what you mean

but give me one truly alive woman

tonight

walking across the floor toward me

and you can have all the poems

the good ones

the bad ones

or any that I might write

after this one.

I know what you mean.

do you know what I mean?

3 Poems for an Early Morning

Vancouver Reflections

 

 

A Conscious Poem:

am i up high?

am I down low?

is there a difference?

can I be both?

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SILVER RIVER

cold shiver

my liver

big giver

SILVER RIVER

I quiver

life liver.

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in a constant state

of sleeplessness

and unrest

and undress

on this late evening

I confess

I attest

to madness

as we evolve

I resolve

to meet all of

everything with love.