Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
While Dreaming You Up....
I wish I had a
Handsome
Tall,
Dark headed
Prince Charming-
(Blonds not need apply)
That smelled like
Gucci Por La Homme II;
That would drink champagne with me
In a fancy restaurant
And walk me home against a Dallas skyline.
And while ordering this,
I wish this Prince Charming,
Had a three story,
Old house, with fixed up shutters,
And a winding staircase;
With
A nice garden-
And a wrap around porch-
Perfect for watching the sun go down.
And this house-
Out in the middle of nowhere,
Needs to have some trees around it;
Big trees...
Pine trees.
And...
I'd want him to have a boat,
And wear Nautica polos and
Boat Shoes,
And know how to sail.
Actually that's a lie.
I hate money,
And I hate boats.
I hate polos.
I hate crisp collars.
Scratch that.
I want someone easy going
That plays the guitar,
And wears flannel shirts,
And is letting his hair grow out
Just to piss his father off.
That has his ears gaged
And smokes
Cigarettes
As the ashes shower
His broken in,
Ripped up,
Faded jeans.
I want him to write me poetry
And lay in the dirt with me,
Down by the river-
And pick flowers for me to put in my hair-
And wear
Birkenstocks.
But he'd probably be a vegetarian or a Democrat,
Or both...and we cannot have that.
Never-mind.
I want,
Someone
That knows how to beat-box.
That wears baggy pants;
And always smells like
Cheap cologne from a gas station
And has every shape and size
Of diamond earring known to mankind;
And always has clean sneakers.
I want him to take me clubbing on
Saturday nights-
So I can dance dance dance,
Because I love to dance.
But he'd probably keep his tags on his hats.
And that goes against everything I believe in.
So...
I want a guy who is
A computer genius;
Who wears little glasses,
And talks about the study of the stars
And owns six different kinds of telescopes.
And can multiply
Big numbers in his head...
And always smells clean because
He still lives at home with his mother,
And she does his laundry for him-
Because they are best friends...
That actually would not be too bad;
Except for when he started being
Incredibly condescending
Like I have no common sense,
Just because I don't know the difference
Between
Astronomy and
Astrology.
That won't do.
I hate being talked to like a child.
Scratch that.
I want a country boy,
Who wears,
Levis
And comes from West Texas
And smells like
Polo Black
With his boots
And HIS ten gallon hat...
Who keeps his guns up;
Proud of his team
And his dusty town-
And the cotton in his field
That he,
And his father,
And his grandfather
Worked their entire lives to grow.
But let's face it...
Those West Texas cowboys are as slick as the
Leather boots they shine up every morning.
And I probably wouldn't be the only girl,
Drinking up,
His beautiful southern drawl.
No...
I think,
I want a guy,
That knows what he believes...
Even if it's not the same as me...
Even if he is a Democrat;
Or a Libertarian
Or an Independent.
But I would like him to be a
Christian--
While I'm dreaming him up...
I want him to be as passionate as I am,
About the things I love in my life-
And if it's falling stars or beat-boxing,
Or both...
I want to help and encourage him to pursue
Whatever dreams
He has for those;
And help him fulfill his goals-
Even if they aren't even close to the same as mine.
I want someone who is warm,
And makes me laugh;
A comedian,
Who wears soft clothes,
And smells like home,
That loves children
And can appreciate my art
And who understands the value of hard work.
I want someone who likes to read-
Who would read my work;
Or appreciate a good love letter-
Who has good taste in music,
And doesn't put their job over their family;
Who is not a picky eater-
Or if he is,
Would at least try sushi with me.
And I want someone,
That loves me the way I love them.
That values family
And values me...
And let's me take care of them.
That's all I really want;
While I'm dreaming you up
Mr. Prince charming...
All I really want,
Is to take care of you.
Handsome
Tall,
Dark headed
Prince Charming-
(Blonds not need apply)
That smelled like
Gucci Por La Homme II;
That would drink champagne with me
In a fancy restaurant
And walk me home against a Dallas skyline.
And while ordering this,
I wish this Prince Charming,
Had a three story,
Old house, with fixed up shutters,
And a winding staircase;
With
A nice garden-
And a wrap around porch-
Perfect for watching the sun go down.
And this house-
Out in the middle of nowhere,
Needs to have some trees around it;
Big trees...
Pine trees.
And...
I'd want him to have a boat,
And wear Nautica polos and
Boat Shoes,
And know how to sail.
Actually that's a lie.
I hate money,
And I hate boats.
I hate polos.
I hate crisp collars.
Scratch that.
I want someone easy going
That plays the guitar,
And wears flannel shirts,
And is letting his hair grow out
Just to piss his father off.
That has his ears gaged
And smokes
Cigarettes
As the ashes shower
His broken in,
Ripped up,
Faded jeans.
I want him to write me poetry
And lay in the dirt with me,
Down by the river-
And pick flowers for me to put in my hair-
And wear
Birkenstocks.
But he'd probably be a vegetarian or a Democrat,
Or both...and we cannot have that.
Never-mind.
I want,
Someone
That knows how to beat-box.
That wears baggy pants;
And always smells like
Cheap cologne from a gas station
And has every shape and size
Of diamond earring known to mankind;
And always has clean sneakers.
I want him to take me clubbing on
Saturday nights-
So I can dance dance dance,
Because I love to dance.
But he'd probably keep his tags on his hats.
And that goes against everything I believe in.
So...
I want a guy who is
A computer genius;
Who wears little glasses,
And talks about the study of the stars
And owns six different kinds of telescopes.
And can multiply
Big numbers in his head...
And always smells clean because
He still lives at home with his mother,
And she does his laundry for him-
Because they are best friends...
That actually would not be too bad;
Except for when he started being
Incredibly condescending
Like I have no common sense,
Just because I don't know the difference
Between
Astronomy and
Astrology.
That won't do.
I hate being talked to like a child.
Scratch that.
I want a country boy,
Who wears,
Levis
And comes from West Texas
And smells like
Polo Black
With his boots
And HIS ten gallon hat...
Who keeps his guns up;
Proud of his team
And his dusty town-
And the cotton in his field
That he,
And his father,
And his grandfather
Worked their entire lives to grow.
But let's face it...
Those West Texas cowboys are as slick as the
Leather boots they shine up every morning.
And I probably wouldn't be the only girl,
Drinking up,
His beautiful southern drawl.
No...
I think,
I want a guy,
That knows what he believes...
Even if it's not the same as me...
Even if he is a Democrat;
Or a Libertarian
Or an Independent.
But I would like him to be a
Christian--
While I'm dreaming him up...
I want him to be as passionate as I am,
About the things I love in my life-
And if it's falling stars or beat-boxing,
Or both...
I want to help and encourage him to pursue
Whatever dreams
He has for those;
And help him fulfill his goals-
Even if they aren't even close to the same as mine.
I want someone who is warm,
And makes me laugh;
A comedian,
Who wears soft clothes,
And smells like home,
That loves children
And can appreciate my art
And who understands the value of hard work.
I want someone who likes to read-
Who would read my work;
Or appreciate a good love letter-
Who has good taste in music,
And doesn't put their job over their family;
Who is not a picky eater-
Or if he is,
Would at least try sushi with me.
And I want someone,
That loves me the way I love them.
That values family
And values me...
And let's me take care of them.
That's all I really want;
While I'm dreaming you up
Mr. Prince charming...
All I really want,
Is to take care of you.
There Are Many Things I have Faith in...
However you are not one of those things.
And I wish you could have changed that;
But it looks like more and more,
I'm the one that needs to take the blame,
And I hate that-
Because in then end,
I just feel like the dense,
Idiotic fool...
That believed in you.
And I wish you could have changed that;
But it looks like more and more,
I'm the one that needs to take the blame,
And I hate that-
Because in then end,
I just feel like the dense,
Idiotic fool...
That believed in you.
Come Summer
This new
Soft
Brown
Legged girl
Dreams
Aches
Burns to drink
Up these sunny days;
Oh-
How I long to feel,
Let them satiate
With every step I take.
I wish
You'd speak slow to my ears,
When you come about-
Sweet
Moon
And give my hips
Something to swing to.
Dream not.
Speak still-
Move slow,
Into the arms
Of who you
Want me to-
And let me feel them
Head to toe.
Slip sweetly
Into my heart
That
Oh
Beats
Slow
And
Speed it up
For that summer
Beat you know;
And we'll sing it together-
Guitar in hand
While in the hills
We'll dip below-
And hold each other
Closer than the world would like to know-
Come on summer
Bring me love,
That will fill me up;
And drink me up-
And give these
Soft, sweet,
Feet somewhere to go.
Soft
Brown
Legged girl
Dreams
Aches
Burns to drink
Up these sunny days;
Oh-
How I long to feel,
Let them satiate
With every step I take.
I wish
You'd speak slow to my ears,
When you come about-
Sweet
Moon
And give my hips
Something to swing to.
Dream not.
Speak still-
Move slow,
Into the arms
Of who you
Want me to-
And let me feel them
Head to toe.
Slip sweetly
Into my heart
That
Oh
Beats
Slow
And
Speed it up
For that summer
Beat you know;
And we'll sing it together-
Guitar in hand
While in the hills
We'll dip below-
And hold each other
Closer than the world would like to know-
Come on summer
Bring me love,
That will fill me up;
And drink me up-
And give these
Soft, sweet,
Feet somewhere to go.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
South, Roam I Do...
My legs
Seem short-
Stretch long.
Sing further south of here;
To reach,
Perhaps some-
Air you've been breathing
In
Or letting win
And conquer you-
As it files out again.
Oh, so-
Pause fates,
For you,
I wait
And
Naked
Wade through pavements,
That grate
On my bare toes
And hips that swing
Side to side-
High and Low
Traipse only in the
Direction
You. Know.
And still?
Booming.
Crippling.
Slowing yet
Quick...
Knowing
If I do
No SOUND
Will resonate
From your
Shallow
Lips;
But this known-
My pace never slows-
This discourages
Me nil.
With hope I am
Still.
Aching me,
For soothing,
South of here
Even if it's only a dream;
Where my shoulders
Might square off with yours
Stand parallel-
And erect mansions
That stand
Quiet-
Sleep on a silent hill;
Frozen in time-
Where even streams and pools
Rushing over riverbeds
Would
Stand
Still.
Enough
Space in between-
For a quiet whisper.
One foot.
Providing the facade
Of laughter
A bed to fall into...
Letting it
Spiral down
To it's fatal doom
Like
Sonnets do-
And hit the dull ground
Or tears.
Between the
Burning rubber soles
Of your shoes
And lonely mine too;
A coffin for such toes
That have longed to intertwine
And embed themselves
In the legs of you.
Anchor them here-
Oh-while limbs
Plead and beg
Where words have nothing to say.
Screaming
Sighing
Heavily
"STAY HERE..."
Whilst your
Sign says
"Out for winter".
These keys-
The metal clinks,
I sling...
Just south of here,
Pray you-
Might find the one
Deciding to open the door
Of what we used to be;
To our retreat.
That it would melt your frosted
Hands
That once so soft
And warm again-
Would hold me
Like they held me
Not leave-
Not
Just this-
Guitar strings
That only stain bliss
With shattered singing-
And me-
Little me,
Gulping down the air
Of the single
Spare
Fragments
You had the decency to leave
Behind-
Whistling to the memories'
Melodies,
My heart has starved
My future to find
While
Every last finger
Rummages through
Like a scavenger-
Hungry...
Bleeding for
The past in
Desperation...
Spending
Time-
Traveling
Somewhere Distant
In
Some
Distant
Desperate
Desert
Hoping
Pining for your soul;
In the empty southern planes...
And what feels like
The southern continents
Of you.
Seem short-
Stretch long.
Sing further south of here;
To reach,
Perhaps some-
Air you've been breathing
In
Or letting win
And conquer you-
As it files out again.
Oh, so-
Pause fates,
For you,
I wait
And
Naked
Wade through pavements,
That grate
On my bare toes
And hips that swing
Side to side-
High and Low
Traipse only in the
Direction
You. Know.
And still?
Booming.
Crippling.
Slowing yet
Quick...
Knowing
If I do
No SOUND
Will resonate
From your
Shallow
Lips;
But this known-
My pace never slows-
This discourages
Me nil.
With hope I am
Still.
Aching me,
For soothing,
South of here
Even if it's only a dream;
Where my shoulders
Might square off with yours
Stand parallel-
And erect mansions
That stand
Quiet-
Sleep on a silent hill;
Frozen in time-
Where even streams and pools
Rushing over riverbeds
Would
Stand
Still.
Enough
Space in between-
For a quiet whisper.
One foot.
Providing the facade
Of laughter
A bed to fall into...
Letting it
Spiral down
To it's fatal doom
Like
Sonnets do-
And hit the dull ground
Or tears.
Between the
Burning rubber soles
Of your shoes
And lonely mine too;
A coffin for such toes
That have longed to intertwine
And embed themselves
In the legs of you.
Anchor them here-
Oh-while limbs
Plead and beg
Where words have nothing to say.
Screaming
Sighing
Heavily
"STAY HERE..."
Whilst your
Sign says
"Out for winter".
These keys-
The metal clinks,
I sling...
Just south of here,
Pray you-
Might find the one
Deciding to open the door
Of what we used to be;
To our retreat.
That it would melt your frosted
Hands
That once so soft
And warm again-
Would hold me
Like they held me
Not leave-
Not
Just this-
Guitar strings
That only stain bliss
With shattered singing-
And me-
Little me,
Gulping down the air
Of the single
Spare
Fragments
You had the decency to leave
Behind-
Whistling to the memories'
Melodies,
My heart has starved
My future to find
While
Every last finger
Rummages through
Like a scavenger-
Hungry...
Bleeding for
The past in
Desperation...
Spending
Time-
Traveling
Somewhere Distant
In
Some
Distant
Desperate
Desert
Hoping
Pining for your soul;
In the empty southern planes...
And what feels like
The southern continents
Of you.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
A Letter to You.
Dear Reader-
I am sitting on my front porch this morning, listening to the birds sing, sipping up my fourth cup of coffee.
All around me is happiness.
I have come a million miles from the girl who wrote "Passion and Picture Windows" and you, have come with me every step of the way. It really has been an incredible journey!
Last December, I began letting people really read my work for the first time ever and to my surprise, they-or you, dear reader, actually became interested in what I had to say. I can't tell you how surprised I was, and still am that I've received messages from both people I know and love, and people I've never met before-encouraging me to keep going; that is such a compliment-such a blessing, such an inspiration!
And keep going-I've decided to do...but unfortunately not here. "From there to Here" will be the last blog that I compose in my seven volumes of work. After May, I am going to fight back the urge to keep posting and...add them to my anthology instead!
Because of your interest, I have stayed inspired and because of your help I have been searching around, and have spoken to an editor. Like all things, there are no guarantees-but I'm seriously looking into getting published; something I would have never considered without your support!
So, I want to thank you for what you've done-giving me the confidence in myself to start such a huge project.
No-matter what happens, even if nothing comes out of it, I just feel so incredibly lucky that you guys have given me the extra boost to get all of my poetry in one place-so far, I have 140 pages. And I'm even happier that in-turn, many of you have given me the honor of letting me read your work as well; and that we can share such a beautiful art together! It's been a blast, and such an incredible blessing!
I thank you guys every day. You are my very best friends; my family, my inspiration, my heart! I am so lucky to have you!
Love Forever,
Jade
I am sitting on my front porch this morning, listening to the birds sing, sipping up my fourth cup of coffee.
All around me is happiness.
I have come a million miles from the girl who wrote "Passion and Picture Windows" and you, have come with me every step of the way. It really has been an incredible journey!
Last December, I began letting people really read my work for the first time ever and to my surprise, they-or you, dear reader, actually became interested in what I had to say. I can't tell you how surprised I was, and still am that I've received messages from both people I know and love, and people I've never met before-encouraging me to keep going; that is such a compliment-such a blessing, such an inspiration!
And keep going-I've decided to do...but unfortunately not here. "From there to Here" will be the last blog that I compose in my seven volumes of work. After May, I am going to fight back the urge to keep posting and...add them to my anthology instead!
Because of your interest, I have stayed inspired and because of your help I have been searching around, and have spoken to an editor. Like all things, there are no guarantees-but I'm seriously looking into getting published; something I would have never considered without your support!
So, I want to thank you for what you've done-giving me the confidence in myself to start such a huge project.
No-matter what happens, even if nothing comes out of it, I just feel so incredibly lucky that you guys have given me the extra boost to get all of my poetry in one place-so far, I have 140 pages. And I'm even happier that in-turn, many of you have given me the honor of letting me read your work as well; and that we can share such a beautiful art together! It's been a blast, and such an incredible blessing!
I thank you guys every day. You are my very best friends; my family, my inspiration, my heart! I am so lucky to have you!
Love Forever,
Jade
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