December 31, 2006

Free Bonsai



Bonsai trees
Are allowed to do as they please

In MY house

~Z~


Posted on 12/31/2006 10:58 AM Comments (5)

December 28, 2006

Where is South from here, anyway?



I woke before the light, again.
Lying in the tallest and piled highest of beds.
The North of beds, it is.

The monsoons started and the dark.
The desert freezing, storming, raging.
Snow where you don't expect it...

But not white and bright,
Like Christmas snow.

Dark and slushy,
A Trojan Horse inside the rain.

Birds freeze and fall as if they forgot
That they needed to fly south.

And,
Where is South from here, anyway?

~Cake~

 


Posted on 12/28/2006 9:57 PM Comments (4)

December 25, 2006

She is a Riddle and a Mystery. She is a Pearl. She is a Haunting. She is a Passing Drifter Wraith.



If you never look into her Eyes

If you  never taste the Soul embedded in her Tongue

You will not know  her Lightness.

You will not measure her in Darkness.

Unless you lie beside her, Melting

You will never know her Heat.

Unless you stay until she is Old

You will not know her Youth.

If her tears of Salt are never splashed
etching Fiords into your Heart

You will call out, Haunted
Not knowing now or ever 

And she not Hearing

her Name.

~A Pearl~

Currently listening :
Undertow
By Tool
Release date: By 06 April, 1993


Posted on 12/25/2006 11:08 AM Comments (6)

December 24, 2006

Just a trlinket will do...

Why is it,
that we run
after
love,
religion,
acceptance,
and knowledge

like skinny, knobby kneed children,
ill dressed in bright rags...

running,
dancing through the dust and filth,
over and again

after tanks?

Sweating,
screaming and hooting,
happily...
at recruits
not much older than ourselves,

"Trinket for me, G.I.?"
"Throw me a trinket, G.I. Man..."

"Throw me a triinket!"

~Cake~


Posted on 12/24/2006 8:27 AM Comments (1)

December 13, 2006

The Step~Across Guy

the step~across guy
you laid soft compliments before my feet,
the day my shoes were taken,
i was afraid to step, then.

you strew out whispered words of comfort,
so my tender feet would not be torn
upon the sharpness of aloneness
or insecurities.

what had been done,
you wrapped in gauze
and set to heal.
saying, simply, bleeding works a cure
and cleanses.

when on the phone you spoke me bibles
so that i would believe in me again,
if i fell in sleep,
the pillows of your whispers
kept my neck from bending.
my rest was full.
my somnolent dreams complete...
with colour and with solace.

you became the bridge.
where i could cross
from the island where i let myself fall captive
to the world where once again,
i could stride long
and laugh and live and love...

and never to return
to that unholy place
that i had tried to ford alone,

where my spirit had been so cruelly lacerated
with malign.

~cake~



Posted on 12/13/2006 6:39 AM Comments (7)

The End of Violence


today is a lyle lovett day...
while the sky weeps her rain.
"step inside this house"...
the second disc.
nothing dries in the desert on a day like this.
and for once, waterproof thigh highs could be useful.
my head is hurting again.

~cake~

Posted on 12/13/2006 12:05 AM Comments (2)

December 11, 2006

Tomcat's wedding gift

Mark Robertson
He has only only one tattoo.
It's the marriage band, that reads Mary.
She didn't like tattoos, but she loved his hands...
She never wanted him to get hurt by a piece of jewelry.
Hers read, Mark.

I met Mark on the day they were auctioning all of his belongings.
"They won't get this, though.  Not my wedding ring."

Ink by Tomcat.



Posted on 12/11/2006 9:58 PM Comments (4)

December 3, 2006

If you get on the back of that bike, it's the deal~breaker...

He's been my friend for so long.
One night, as the Doctor and I lay in bed, he said,
"Cake, if you ever get on the back of that motorcycle with David,
it'll be the deal breaker."

I wondered if I should tell him,
that I had, already.

"Are you concerned with my safety?"  I asked...
"Or are you afraid that I will have sex
with him while I am riding on the back of that antique BMW?"
"Because, if if you are afraid that I will have sex with him while on the back of the bike,
I'm damn hot, and you should keep me.  By the way, we went to Epic the other day,
on the motorcycle...  I walked home.

We all know how that turned out.
I got a legal letter of thirty day notice to move out of the house.

He's taken at least a hundred photos of me.  (David)
Evil says that any man that can take that beautiful an image of a woman,
must love her, dearly.

When I laid my head on his leg during the movie, he shook it, violently.
When I traced his cheek with my finger, and told him that I like his sideburns,
he looked at me in the eyes, for a long time.

His parrot mimicks my moods.  (Wambli)
When I laugh, he laughs.
When I am upset, he cries and complains.  (Again, Wambli.)

When I looked away, because he had looked at me too long...   (David)
He poured my wine down the sink.
It didn't make me mad.

I don't trust right now.

It seems that David does not know that I am a girl.

That's O.K.

He is mine friend.  I love him, deal breaker, or no.

 

 


Posted on 12/03/2006 10:35 PM Comments (6)
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This one's for Tanya... and ooo and all you other bike freeeeaaaks...
MY FRIENDS


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