Lover's Touch in C Minor

I picked up my guitar just the other day…

I said hey long lost lover how you been? I have missed you, tell me a story…

No one was around, even the mice were sleeping. We talked all night and we were lost in one another's embrace.

We promised to stay in touch, to not let so much distance pass between us. We were both lying, but the mask of smiles concealed the inner sadness as we parted our ways.

Before we parted company, we wrote a song together. It was a beautiful, magnificent gift to the universe.

And now, days later, I reminisce and wonder if my guitar misses me.

Commonplace Commodity

Friendship is a peculiarly invaluable asset. At its very core is contained a glimpse of all that is important.

At moments it is one of the strongest bonds that we can know; at other times it is as fragile as the wings of a butterfly.

Within the realm of friendship, all things are possible. From the warmest of moments to the darkest of times, a solid friendship can carry you beyond the wreckage of tribulations to a place containing the seeds of triumph.

If you have been given the name of friend by another, be relentless in the way in which you carry that title.

Wear the name friend with honor!

Four Queens and a Joker

Sitting in the darkness near the edge of twilight

A world apart and far removed

Scene One:

Flash frozen in thyme not long ago

A still imaged gorgeous sunshine queen

Cold stone but etched in flesh forever

And made of brick and blonde and bones

…and yet never was I…

The eyeglass nor the camera lens

Scene Two:

On hardwood floors where creaks run dry

A performance unnerved while giving birth

To dreams awake and dreams to take

Creating worlds from sand and pebbles

…and yet never was I…

Existentially the audience intentioned

Scene Three:

From notes that fall like sleet and hail

Slow moving lips with rhythmic twists

Intoxication bursts sweet nectar melody

To cage the bird and free the song

…and yet never was I…

Noted worth leaving torn in eighths

Scene Four:

The pole that smokes the dim of night

A tale to wag and wink and whine

Beyond crumpled compliments from leaves that fall

Swept steeply in details of intimacy

…and yet never was I…

Chariot driven to the final race.

Sitting in the darkness near the edge of twilight

I remember the world that was a part of you.

NIKKAT the Hills

A painted picture

darkness understood

loneliness of thought

evil within good

Waves of desire

flowing of the mind

dandelions blowing

a world lost to time

Illusions of delusion

awareness wet with wine

delusions of seclusion

a friend of ancient rhyme

Irrelevant suggestions

reflections of refrain

opiate conclusions

the sunshine during rain

Subtracting from the abstract

dominant frustrations

sanity insane

producing conversation

Confusion of the question

reasoning the why

confusion of the answer

a hand shake, wave goodbye.

Toe-Tapping Jugglers Unite

My ability to juggle seems to have hit an all time low, but I’m-a-tryin!

I guess it’s really all about being able to get psyched for the show, ready for the big game, feet in the stirrups, and all that jazz. I just need a minute, a deep breath, a heavy sigh, and about a teaspoon of gratitude…

So even though my make-up seems to be a little flaking and the dreams within my heart are slightly aching, I walk the mile and dress in style, and wouldn’t you know it that on my face the cheesy smile…still stays on!

Perhaps Freddy Mercury said it best when he passionately concluded:

I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!

On with the,
On with the show!
The Show must go on.

His musical legacy lives on, but of course he died not long after singing these words.

Se la vie, carpe diem, esprit de corps, 
vini vidi vicci, 
and ibbity bibbity bippity bop!

I would bargain for a few extra hours in the day but I suppose working double time will have to suffice.

Fortunately there are very few challenges in life that a nap is unable to remedy. So armed with a teddy bear, a body pillow, and a cup of tea I tell myself that soon enough victory will be mine. But victory will have to wait until after my nap.

If only I were a cobbler and the elves were on their way...where is Waldo when you need him?