the single
“and I am”
most insignificant
“and I have always been”
One
“here”
lay stricken
“and I have seen in passing”
it’s wings wilted
“through ages of change”
icicles
“the cycles of life”
Forgotten
“your world is dying”
whose eyes
“you know this”
frozen wide
“and you will soon see”
the struggle alone
“for I know you”
is her story
“and will forever”
and if one could
“after you have come and gone”
One would feel her tremble
“the dilapidation of its beauty”
to understand
“its creatures whom roam”
to bleed
“slowly falling away”
to be in its presence
“my lot is this”
for if one listened
“with no change”
carefully
“there is none that I can do”
to whispers
“and this I beg of you”
traveling
“don’t let it slip”
one might hear
“look up”
upon a bow
“hold on”
above
“for if my survival is so impertinent”
high in some tree
“then yours is even greater”
the sifting grass
“I am here”
of cold iced snow
“nature’s birthed right”
slipping
“hold my hand”
sliding
“walk with me”
her lips thin
“let me introduce you here”
her body recedes
“then pass it along”
warmth she urns for
“for she is saved”
home she is waiting
“Nanya will come”
her being shutters
“mark my words”
though solid
“she will come”
she is aware
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Dr. Grandpop Salvatore Cucinotta, M.D.
This past week I have been reflecting on my life as a whole and have found myself going back to one man that had opened my eyes and mind to the world around me. Something I had been sheltered to, but where no one is at fault, just that this was the one person in my life, at that very time, who I was to meet, who would open those doors and introduce me.
In the years 2001 and 2002, I spent every Wednesday night with Grandpop C. He taught me how to cook, got me out of my vegetarianism, gave me a historical point of view I could never imagine, gave me advice on love and many, many more amazing stories and anecdotes that I will begin to share with you.
Seeing as my mother's mom died when she was 18 and her father died when I was 12.. my father's parents disowned him for reasons that his immediate family loves and respects him for, I had no idea what it was to have grandparents. And then Grandpop C, my best friend's (since we were five) grandfather became the closest, but even more-so, my friend.
I am going to introduce you to Grandpop C so you have the best understanding of this man that i respect and love in hopes that even if you never had the opportunity to cross his path through life, i may be able to pass along a few pieces of his whole and I promise you, it will feel like the two of you once enjoyed an amazing fliet minion with an excellent glass of wine handpicked by Dr. C himself and finished off the meal with vinella ice cream over a mango and a drizzle of ameretteo.
Walk with me, let me take you back.. on the first Wednesday night that we sat toegther, he taught me to always have wine with dinner. Make sure you sip between meals, as it cleans the pallet - yes, when I left Grandpop C's, I was always a bit tipsy.
He also gave me an old piece of paper with many, many, many quotes and told me to keep it, read it and mull over them. As I look back over the structure of our relationship, this would be the first insight into his world that I received and he was preparing me for it. And I, like a good little pupil, did so. Most of the following you may have heard, most will be new, what's more, I have stories that reflect each one of them. (I just got chills as I briefly remembered a few) Over the course of our dinners together and between the political debates (what a time it was, September 11th, the War in Afghanistan, the war in Iraq, President Bush, my brother enlisting in the army) and historical avenues of decades of memory that he trudged me through, there were the most beautiful and life changing stories that would leave me in utter awe.
To begin.. below is the paper he gave me to take home and ponder.. until next week.
...
Grandpop always said that when you are in a fight with someone you love. Even if they are in the wrong, forgive them.
"Experience is knowledge. Knowledge is experience." S. Cucinotta, M.D.
"EVALUATE THESE APHORISMS, AND ASSESS THEM IN ACCORDANCE TO THE TONE OF YOUR THOUGHTS." S. Cucinotta, M.D.
1. The only person to admit guilt to, is God.
2. Make people feel good about themselves.
3. Self confidence augments persuasion.
4. If a man points a finger at someone else, he should remember three of his fingers are pointing at himself.
5. No order is going to let the lion be by a lamb unless the lamb is inside the lion.
6. To be mad at a person you love is madness in the brain.
7. When a mouse laughs at a cat, there is a hole nearby.
8. Merchants (corporations) have no country, their attachment is where they get their grains.
9. Many chaste women are those who haven't been asked.
10. A critic is a person who knows the way but he cannot drive a car.
11. The last garment is made without pockets.
12. Words pay no debts.
14. There is in all men a demand for the superlative, so much so, that the poor devil who has no other way of reaching it, attains it by getting drunk.
15. He who limps is still walking.
16. He who has no silver in his pockets should have silver in his tongue.
17. We are adhering to life with the last muscle - the heart.
18. There is no failure except in longer trying.
19. A celebrity is a person who works hard to be known, then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized.
20. It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees.
21. Lawyers and painters can change white to black.
22. It is not the years in your life but the life in your years that count.
23. Dare not call it love unless it is forever.
24. Man is an ingenious machine that can turn the best wine into urine.
25. A women's guess (intuition) is more accurate then a man's certainty.
26. Ten persons who speak make more noise than ten thousand that are silent.
27. An old man loved is winter with flowers.
28. If a donkey bray on you, don't bray at him.
29. He that pays beforehand shall have his not well done.
30. A tear dries quickly especially when it is shed for other people's trouble.
31. Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even when there is no river.
32. If you ever inject truth into politics you have no politics.
33. When a man is praying he is telling himself keep calm, everything is alright, it's alright.
34. A neurotic is a person who builds castles in the air. A psychotic is a person who lives in it, and a psychiatrist is the one who collects the rent.
35. Sickness comes on horseback and departs on foot.
36. There are three kinds of lies, lies, demand lies and statistics.
37. My thoughts are my company, I can bring them together, select them, detain them and dismiss them.
38. The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco.
39. Give man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
40. In the space age, man will be able to go around the world in two hours, one hour for flying and the other to get to the airport.
41. Nothing dries sooner than a tear.
42. To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
43. Zeal will do more than knowledge.
44. A blend of work, rest and play will give a happy life.
45. The word defeat is not in your vocabulary.
46. Good living is equality in work, rest and play. Work too much is no good. Play too much is no good. Rest too much is no good. Blend the three for happiness.
In the years 2001 and 2002, I spent every Wednesday night with Grandpop C. He taught me how to cook, got me out of my vegetarianism, gave me a historical point of view I could never imagine, gave me advice on love and many, many more amazing stories and anecdotes that I will begin to share with you.
Seeing as my mother's mom died when she was 18 and her father died when I was 12.. my father's parents disowned him for reasons that his immediate family loves and respects him for, I had no idea what it was to have grandparents. And then Grandpop C, my best friend's (since we were five) grandfather became the closest, but even more-so, my friend.
I am going to introduce you to Grandpop C so you have the best understanding of this man that i respect and love in hopes that even if you never had the opportunity to cross his path through life, i may be able to pass along a few pieces of his whole and I promise you, it will feel like the two of you once enjoyed an amazing fliet minion with an excellent glass of wine handpicked by Dr. C himself and finished off the meal with vinella ice cream over a mango and a drizzle of ameretteo.
Walk with me, let me take you back.. on the first Wednesday night that we sat toegther, he taught me to always have wine with dinner. Make sure you sip between meals, as it cleans the pallet - yes, when I left Grandpop C's, I was always a bit tipsy.
He also gave me an old piece of paper with many, many, many quotes and told me to keep it, read it and mull over them. As I look back over the structure of our relationship, this would be the first insight into his world that I received and he was preparing me for it. And I, like a good little pupil, did so. Most of the following you may have heard, most will be new, what's more, I have stories that reflect each one of them. (I just got chills as I briefly remembered a few) Over the course of our dinners together and between the political debates (what a time it was, September 11th, the War in Afghanistan, the war in Iraq, President Bush, my brother enlisting in the army) and historical avenues of decades of memory that he trudged me through, there were the most beautiful and life changing stories that would leave me in utter awe.
To begin.. below is the paper he gave me to take home and ponder.. until next week.
...
Grandpop always said that when you are in a fight with someone you love. Even if they are in the wrong, forgive them.
"Experience is knowledge. Knowledge is experience." S. Cucinotta, M.D.
"EVALUATE THESE APHORISMS, AND ASSESS THEM IN ACCORDANCE TO THE TONE OF YOUR THOUGHTS." S. Cucinotta, M.D.
1. The only person to admit guilt to, is God.
2. Make people feel good about themselves.
3. Self confidence augments persuasion.
4. If a man points a finger at someone else, he should remember three of his fingers are pointing at himself.
5. No order is going to let the lion be by a lamb unless the lamb is inside the lion.
6. To be mad at a person you love is madness in the brain.
7. When a mouse laughs at a cat, there is a hole nearby.
8. Merchants (corporations) have no country, their attachment is where they get their grains.
9. Many chaste women are those who haven't been asked.
10. A critic is a person who knows the way but he cannot drive a car.
11. The last garment is made without pockets.
12. Words pay no debts.
14. There is in all men a demand for the superlative, so much so, that the poor devil who has no other way of reaching it, attains it by getting drunk.
15. He who limps is still walking.
16. He who has no silver in his pockets should have silver in his tongue.
17. We are adhering to life with the last muscle - the heart.
18. There is no failure except in longer trying.
19. A celebrity is a person who works hard to be known, then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized.
20. It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees.
21. Lawyers and painters can change white to black.
22. It is not the years in your life but the life in your years that count.
23. Dare not call it love unless it is forever.
24. Man is an ingenious machine that can turn the best wine into urine.
25. A women's guess (intuition) is more accurate then a man's certainty.
26. Ten persons who speak make more noise than ten thousand that are silent.
27. An old man loved is winter with flowers.
28. If a donkey bray on you, don't bray at him.
29. He that pays beforehand shall have his not well done.
30. A tear dries quickly especially when it is shed for other people's trouble.
31. Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even when there is no river.
32. If you ever inject truth into politics you have no politics.
33. When a man is praying he is telling himself keep calm, everything is alright, it's alright.
34. A neurotic is a person who builds castles in the air. A psychotic is a person who lives in it, and a psychiatrist is the one who collects the rent.
35. Sickness comes on horseback and departs on foot.
36. There are three kinds of lies, lies, demand lies and statistics.
37. My thoughts are my company, I can bring them together, select them, detain them and dismiss them.
38. The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco.
39. Give man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
40. In the space age, man will be able to go around the world in two hours, one hour for flying and the other to get to the airport.
41. Nothing dries sooner than a tear.
42. To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
43. Zeal will do more than knowledge.
44. A blend of work, rest and play will give a happy life.
45. The word defeat is not in your vocabulary.
46. Good living is equality in work, rest and play. Work too much is no good. Play too much is no good. Rest too much is no good. Blend the three for happiness.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
thesarabond's TV-Life Recap
It’s been a while since I have scooped up and thrown down thoughts about the goings on in my world, of course not counting the word spitting of poetry that I have recently purged from some sick inner lining of emotion I thought had passed when I went through puberty.
Alas, I find myself surrounded by muses, contemplating memory, quitting nasty habits, taking on a new habit, hobby, reviewing the structure of my “television show” as this season comes to a close, engrossing myself in the world of this children’s novel I just can’t shake and building unbelievable muscle in my legs, especially my thighs. None-the-less, I am still alive, which every now and then I have to sit back and really take that in.
First, let me start off saying, I do not believe in writer’s block, it is just an excuse for laziness. Pull your pants up, turn off the TV, put your fricken cell phone on silent and just allow yourself to disappear from this realm and awake in another. If all else fails, Urth coffee. No lie, this has become my new habit. Over the past few weeks as I push myself to get through the dullness of my everyday job (which consists of numbers and answering phones, pretty mindless) I find myself sitting in front of the computer and writing. And must put blame where blame is due. I stumbled upon the cocaine of all coffees and recommend it’s intensity to all of you who need an extra kick in the ass.
I have quit smoking cigarettes, cable television and negative people, not particularly in that order though. Cable television was an interesting cancellation. And I can really only explain it as once I stopped living vicariously through characters lives on television, I started living my own life.
Cigarettes, this is just something that should have been done a long time ago, I just never wanted to and blame my OFD (Oral Fixation Disorder) seeing as I have an OFA (Oral Fixation Addiction). I did it cold turkey and I didn’t do it for anyone else but myself. And the determining factor came on Sunday night when I was riding my bike back from downtown with four of my guy friends. They were all on road bikes, one fixie (fixed gear bike, one gear, highest, you stop pedaling, the back wheel stops rotating), three of which had already done Wolfpack (it’s not a race, it’s a 40 mile hustle through LA in less than 2 hours) and three are also on a team for the Wolfpack: All City Race.
I, however, am riding a heavy mountain bike that I transformed into a road bike. And about two months ago stopped complaining about how hard it was to ride and how much I really wanted a road bike and decided to make this bike work for me. And so it goes that I hustled it with the boys that night, drafted Brett and Ryan and stayed with the group. As we got back to our starting point I knew what I wanted more and smoking cigarettes was not the champion of this ride. What’s more, without them I have taken an extra step of control over my life, it’s another freedom notch to add to the belt, one more strength and an ounce of respect I gain for myself.
Which leads me to negative people (laughing to self). I am done with the complaining and the anger and the constant nagging of what bad things have happened or of what people don’t have, can’t find, figure out, deal with, lack of, too much too fast or even just nothing at all. I’d like to say that before you allow words to fall out of your mouth and have the dirty job of sweeping them back up, think. And this comes from my father. He never yelled at me growing up he would just look at me with a very disappointing eye piercing stare and ask, in his South Philadelphia Italian accent, “Did you think, Sar? Did you stop and think? Next time you need to think before you do.” And his favorite, “You’re lucky you get a next time. Think, Sar!”
That being said, eight months ago I decided to laugh all the time and every time a negative thing happened to me and/or around me, I would do my very best (like the “Little Engine That Could”) and find the positive. It is a difficult feat, but it can be accomplished. In fact, I have. I don’t allow anyone in my life with negative outlook to stay for very long, in fact, once detected; I do one of a few things. One, I stand and listen, really listen, not just pretend. And then every time they say something negative I hit them with a positive. A few pointers I have taken with me thus far and used a great deal of are as follows:
1. When someone is angry with you. I suggest stepping out of the situation and wonder what about themselves they are most angry with. Most of the time, it is not always about you – good thing to remember, not everything is about you. Once you figure that into play, forgive them. If they cannot see past the end of their own nose, have pity and move on. There is nothing you can change here; you can only set by example.
2. When someone is so low they just nag and complain and everything that comes out of their mouth is sadness. I only stay awhile; I listen and do my best to turn the few things that they are harping on into some positive outlook. Usually, they have mulled over their insecurities of the present situations so much so and dug themselves into a hole so deep that they are the only ones that can make their own ladder and climb out. When that has been assessed, I exit the situation immediately. As there is no point in taking on that bad energy seeing as how I could possibly inflict it upon some harmless positive soul and not even realize it. Suggestion: cut and run.
3. When you are faced with a situation where the whole is negative and there doesn’t seem to be any way out. I remind myself that there is always a way out. And I close my eyes and take a deep breath. And then blindly, one step in front of the other, I attack the situation with both hands free and, most importantly, a positive mind. For there is nothing worse than a freaking out, closed minded individual. Just don’t forget to breathe, oxygen is your friend.
Lately, I have found myself pondering “memory.” To think that without it how would we react - Emotional, apathetic or just detached? As individuals, the events that I remember, replay and digest are most certainly not the same as others, hence point of view. I take everything in and I mean that in the most sincere way, from a writer’s point of view. I love to be the fly on the wall when I don’t have the need to entertain. I love to sit back and watch the people around me and the actions that roll from one to the other and snowball into an adventurous muse I later jot down for use in some latter part of my writings through life.
Just recently, I found myself deep within the trenches of the Los Angeles Bike Scene, Midnight Ridazz. And it is anything but dull. The people are fantastic. There is not one individual I have met that has turned me off or away from the nightly, and daily, rides that really pull the community together in such a family-type atmosphere. And I mean all over Los Angeles, from the beach to the valley to downtown. It’s a growing culture of cyclists that just want to ride. How about that, no cars, just bike riding.
I have also taken up photography – a hobby, I guess you could say. My friend Tim has this awesome camera and would bring it out on rides with us. At times he would hand it over to me to take a few shots before putting away. And then, something brilliant happened, I started framing stories in still pictures and fell in love with photography. I think I blame the lack of being on a production set, but either or, I am fascinated and entertained. I have been guided to shoot “raw” with the camera and have taken up Photoshop’s Lightroom, which I taught myself how to do over the course of one evening. I have to say that each time I shoot (depending on how inebriated I was) each session has come out better and better. I highly suggest you teach yourself something that you have always wanted to do but just never got around to do it. Now is your chance, do it!
Okay, so from here on down, I’ll be brief! I am deep into this children’s novel I have been writing – it’s the most exciting piece of work I have done in a long time. I have also taken to a new short, a bicycle film – which was inspired by the latest Batman movie, and yes, I structured and character developed the whole thing before the night was over. Progress is to do a little every day, feels great when you end up doing a whole lot more because of accidental creativity.
And yet, here I stand as August comes to a close, so does this season of my imaginary “TV Show” (hehehe.. yea.. I know). But this last month has been an interesting one, interesting in the way of how season finales usually go. And all who have been a part of these action sequences, character development humps, tragic accidents and large juts of trouble waiting around the next midpoint have also been there for the triumphant “My 8=, your ” moments and large portions of “Brett’s Mom” ordering – you know who you are and most assuredly, have been laughing right along with me. Anyone can structure their lives in some way that best fits that added flair for the dramatic, if not, I’ll help – it’s fun!
So, I shake my head and smile, as I am more in anticipation of what will happen next season! This past year has been a rainbow of characters, most that won’t be returning, a few the audience still enjoys, however, they only pop up every now and then. And now there are a few new characters, some really interesting never-before-seen on this show characters, with flavor that adds chaos and even some comedy to lighten up the very serious world that Sara Bond rotates in.
And now that this masturbation has climaxed, I leave you with a preview for the upcoming season:
eh.. here's a little something: the show won't take place entirely in LA this coming season, some travel is in the works, look forward to some major film production action on sets (yaye!), maybe a little political rising, it is possible for love, some major goals that have been set will be made, maybe just maybe some supporting characters will move on, there could be a loss, and, well, SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! the beginning of this season could be the setup to take the last half of next season in an entirely altered direction, one the audience won't be expecting but knew was coming all along!
Alas, I find myself surrounded by muses, contemplating memory, quitting nasty habits, taking on a new habit, hobby, reviewing the structure of my “television show” as this season comes to a close, engrossing myself in the world of this children’s novel I just can’t shake and building unbelievable muscle in my legs, especially my thighs. None-the-less, I am still alive, which every now and then I have to sit back and really take that in.
First, let me start off saying, I do not believe in writer’s block, it is just an excuse for laziness. Pull your pants up, turn off the TV, put your fricken cell phone on silent and just allow yourself to disappear from this realm and awake in another. If all else fails, Urth coffee. No lie, this has become my new habit. Over the past few weeks as I push myself to get through the dullness of my everyday job (which consists of numbers and answering phones, pretty mindless) I find myself sitting in front of the computer and writing. And must put blame where blame is due. I stumbled upon the cocaine of all coffees and recommend it’s intensity to all of you who need an extra kick in the ass.
I have quit smoking cigarettes, cable television and negative people, not particularly in that order though. Cable television was an interesting cancellation. And I can really only explain it as once I stopped living vicariously through characters lives on television, I started living my own life.
Cigarettes, this is just something that should have been done a long time ago, I just never wanted to and blame my OFD (Oral Fixation Disorder) seeing as I have an OFA (Oral Fixation Addiction). I did it cold turkey and I didn’t do it for anyone else but myself. And the determining factor came on Sunday night when I was riding my bike back from downtown with four of my guy friends. They were all on road bikes, one fixie (fixed gear bike, one gear, highest, you stop pedaling, the back wheel stops rotating), three of which had already done Wolfpack (it’s not a race, it’s a 40 mile hustle through LA in less than 2 hours) and three are also on a team for the Wolfpack: All City Race.
I, however, am riding a heavy mountain bike that I transformed into a road bike. And about two months ago stopped complaining about how hard it was to ride and how much I really wanted a road bike and decided to make this bike work for me. And so it goes that I hustled it with the boys that night, drafted Brett and Ryan and stayed with the group. As we got back to our starting point I knew what I wanted more and smoking cigarettes was not the champion of this ride. What’s more, without them I have taken an extra step of control over my life, it’s another freedom notch to add to the belt, one more strength and an ounce of respect I gain for myself.
Which leads me to negative people (laughing to self). I am done with the complaining and the anger and the constant nagging of what bad things have happened or of what people don’t have, can’t find, figure out, deal with, lack of, too much too fast or even just nothing at all. I’d like to say that before you allow words to fall out of your mouth and have the dirty job of sweeping them back up, think. And this comes from my father. He never yelled at me growing up he would just look at me with a very disappointing eye piercing stare and ask, in his South Philadelphia Italian accent, “Did you think, Sar? Did you stop and think? Next time you need to think before you do.” And his favorite, “You’re lucky you get a next time. Think, Sar!”
That being said, eight months ago I decided to laugh all the time and every time a negative thing happened to me and/or around me, I would do my very best (like the “Little Engine That Could”) and find the positive. It is a difficult feat, but it can be accomplished. In fact, I have. I don’t allow anyone in my life with negative outlook to stay for very long, in fact, once detected; I do one of a few things. One, I stand and listen, really listen, not just pretend. And then every time they say something negative I hit them with a positive. A few pointers I have taken with me thus far and used a great deal of are as follows:
1. When someone is angry with you. I suggest stepping out of the situation and wonder what about themselves they are most angry with. Most of the time, it is not always about you – good thing to remember, not everything is about you. Once you figure that into play, forgive them. If they cannot see past the end of their own nose, have pity and move on. There is nothing you can change here; you can only set by example.
2. When someone is so low they just nag and complain and everything that comes out of their mouth is sadness. I only stay awhile; I listen and do my best to turn the few things that they are harping on into some positive outlook. Usually, they have mulled over their insecurities of the present situations so much so and dug themselves into a hole so deep that they are the only ones that can make their own ladder and climb out. When that has been assessed, I exit the situation immediately. As there is no point in taking on that bad energy seeing as how I could possibly inflict it upon some harmless positive soul and not even realize it. Suggestion: cut and run.
3. When you are faced with a situation where the whole is negative and there doesn’t seem to be any way out. I remind myself that there is always a way out. And I close my eyes and take a deep breath. And then blindly, one step in front of the other, I attack the situation with both hands free and, most importantly, a positive mind. For there is nothing worse than a freaking out, closed minded individual. Just don’t forget to breathe, oxygen is your friend.
Lately, I have found myself pondering “memory.” To think that without it how would we react - Emotional, apathetic or just detached? As individuals, the events that I remember, replay and digest are most certainly not the same as others, hence point of view. I take everything in and I mean that in the most sincere way, from a writer’s point of view. I love to be the fly on the wall when I don’t have the need to entertain. I love to sit back and watch the people around me and the actions that roll from one to the other and snowball into an adventurous muse I later jot down for use in some latter part of my writings through life.
Just recently, I found myself deep within the trenches of the Los Angeles Bike Scene, Midnight Ridazz. And it is anything but dull. The people are fantastic. There is not one individual I have met that has turned me off or away from the nightly, and daily, rides that really pull the community together in such a family-type atmosphere. And I mean all over Los Angeles, from the beach to the valley to downtown. It’s a growing culture of cyclists that just want to ride. How about that, no cars, just bike riding.
I have also taken up photography – a hobby, I guess you could say. My friend Tim has this awesome camera and would bring it out on rides with us. At times he would hand it over to me to take a few shots before putting away. And then, something brilliant happened, I started framing stories in still pictures and fell in love with photography. I think I blame the lack of being on a production set, but either or, I am fascinated and entertained. I have been guided to shoot “raw” with the camera and have taken up Photoshop’s Lightroom, which I taught myself how to do over the course of one evening. I have to say that each time I shoot (depending on how inebriated I was) each session has come out better and better. I highly suggest you teach yourself something that you have always wanted to do but just never got around to do it. Now is your chance, do it!
Okay, so from here on down, I’ll be brief! I am deep into this children’s novel I have been writing – it’s the most exciting piece of work I have done in a long time. I have also taken to a new short, a bicycle film – which was inspired by the latest Batman movie, and yes, I structured and character developed the whole thing before the night was over. Progress is to do a little every day, feels great when you end up doing a whole lot more because of accidental creativity.
And yet, here I stand as August comes to a close, so does this season of my imaginary “TV Show” (hehehe.. yea.. I know). But this last month has been an interesting one, interesting in the way of how season finales usually go. And all who have been a part of these action sequences, character development humps, tragic accidents and large juts of trouble waiting around the next midpoint have also been there for the triumphant “My 8=, your ” moments and large portions of “Brett’s Mom” ordering – you know who you are and most assuredly, have been laughing right along with me. Anyone can structure their lives in some way that best fits that added flair for the dramatic, if not, I’ll help – it’s fun!
So, I shake my head and smile, as I am more in anticipation of what will happen next season! This past year has been a rainbow of characters, most that won’t be returning, a few the audience still enjoys, however, they only pop up every now and then. And now there are a few new characters, some really interesting never-before-seen on this show characters, with flavor that adds chaos and even some comedy to lighten up the very serious world that Sara Bond rotates in.
And now that this masturbation has climaxed, I leave you with a preview for the upcoming season:
eh.. here's a little something: the show won't take place entirely in LA this coming season, some travel is in the works, look forward to some major film production action on sets (yaye!), maybe a little political rising, it is possible for love, some major goals that have been set will be made, maybe just maybe some supporting characters will move on, there could be a loss, and, well, SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! the beginning of this season could be the setup to take the last half of next season in an entirely altered direction, one the audience won't be expecting but knew was coming all along!
Monday, August 18, 2008
she is
in the end
when all is said
everything is done
she is why
you are still here
when the night grows too long
she is what you are waiting for
in the length of the day
when your mind wonders
she is who catches it
steadies you
rests there
she is the light
that ignites within
a fire that burns
the hunger
she is the challenge
the one up
the hand down
she'll put you in your place
remind you where you stand
she is the dark horse
roaming in your lonely land
she'll hold you
pull you near
she'll boost your ego
she is your opposite
your devils advocate
and your single breath
she is the one
she'll tell it to your face
no matter the truth
she'll make it known
no matter the lie
she'll dig you the ditch
and bury you alive
she is the strength
you find in yourself
she is the smile
that warms you
the laughter
that consoles you
she is all
and then some
and you know it
cause you feel it
and somewhere
between
she said she'd wait forever
without you knowing
she gave you herself
she opened her world
you had no idea
she liked it better that way
she hid her intellect
crushed her opponents
she faked her tears
won the day
she knows her worth
she will always stand in front
though patience she lacks
she makes up for in design
she is the charm
that brings you back
she is the friend
that listens
she is the girl
who haunts dreams
she is the lady
who promises the dance
she is the woman
surrounded by boys
but she is the one who chooses
she knows what she wants
she gets the game
she is the only one that matters
she was until she met you
for she is whom
without
you would never understand
love
she is
let that be
enough
when all is said
everything is done
she is why
you are still here
when the night grows too long
she is what you are waiting for
in the length of the day
when your mind wonders
she is who catches it
steadies you
rests there
she is the light
that ignites within
a fire that burns
the hunger
she is the challenge
the one up
the hand down
she'll put you in your place
remind you where you stand
she is the dark horse
roaming in your lonely land
she'll hold you
pull you near
she'll boost your ego
she is your opposite
your devils advocate
and your single breath
she is the one
she'll tell it to your face
no matter the truth
she'll make it known
no matter the lie
she'll dig you the ditch
and bury you alive
she is the strength
you find in yourself
she is the smile
that warms you
the laughter
that consoles you
she is all
and then some
and you know it
cause you feel it
and somewhere
between
she said she'd wait forever
without you knowing
she gave you herself
she opened her world
you had no idea
she liked it better that way
she hid her intellect
crushed her opponents
she faked her tears
won the day
she knows her worth
she will always stand in front
though patience she lacks
she makes up for in design
she is the charm
that brings you back
she is the friend
that listens
she is the girl
who haunts dreams
she is the lady
who promises the dance
she is the woman
surrounded by boys
but she is the one who chooses
she knows what she wants
she gets the game
she is the only one that matters
she was until she met you
for she is whom
without
you would never understand
love
she is
let that be
enough
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Figment
You teeter on the edge with death
To close your eyes from the noise of life
For you have already emerged from your fears
And await benediction with out spread arms
Fallen, from some unholy grace
You’re an empty carcass with no name
Sifted through a veil with a thousand arms
To earth, a child, caught in sin’s downpour
Your troubled eyes calculate the day
However, concealed behind the shadow
As they endure the traffic of time
And melt from the imperfection
Rarely do you hide in a crowd and watch your puppets play
For the world is but entertainment and you exist on its stage
Though you laugh with the living, you cry not for those who will die
But for those who have never lived
Could you be a figment in your own eyes
Unsure of the reflection seen, always a memory to be told
For you fade out with sun only to run wild in the night
Sometimes, not even you believe.
No heaven could change you, the world tried to exchange you
There is no belong, you’re omniscient wherever you go
Though the question still lingers, even I never fully understand
Were you a figment of my imagination or just another broken man?
To close your eyes from the noise of life
For you have already emerged from your fears
And await benediction with out spread arms
Fallen, from some unholy grace
You’re an empty carcass with no name
Sifted through a veil with a thousand arms
To earth, a child, caught in sin’s downpour
Your troubled eyes calculate the day
However, concealed behind the shadow
As they endure the traffic of time
And melt from the imperfection
Rarely do you hide in a crowd and watch your puppets play
For the world is but entertainment and you exist on its stage
Though you laugh with the living, you cry not for those who will die
But for those who have never lived
Could you be a figment in your own eyes
Unsure of the reflection seen, always a memory to be told
For you fade out with sun only to run wild in the night
Sometimes, not even you believe.
No heaven could change you, the world tried to exchange you
There is no belong, you’re omniscient wherever you go
Though the question still lingers, even I never fully understand
Were you a figment of my imagination or just another broken man?
stay awhile
left a piece
that makes you whole
i stole it
hid it
buried inside
so sit here
for just awhile
close your eyes
let the silent screams wash
listen to the constant breathing
taste the flavor of chaos
where time exists
there is none to spare
for death
life's answer
reveals itself
watch with me
as all that is natural
divides
for into the dark
the world fades with the sun
collecting the lost
engulfing the damned
where all the simple things
come to mean something
and leave us in the rain
for here is where
we define life
we create ourselves
to accomplish this
we let go of all we know
and become lost
that makes you whole
i stole it
hid it
buried inside
so sit here
for just awhile
close your eyes
let the silent screams wash
listen to the constant breathing
taste the flavor of chaos
where time exists
there is none to spare
for death
life's answer
reveals itself
watch with me
as all that is natural
divides
for into the dark
the world fades with the sun
collecting the lost
engulfing the damned
where all the simple things
come to mean something
and leave us in the rain
for here is where
we define life
we create ourselves
to accomplish this
we let go of all we know
and become lost
stay awhile
left a piece
that makes you whole
i stole it
hid it
buried inside
so sit here
for just awhile
close your eyes
let the silent screams wash
listen to the constant breathing
taste the flavor of chaos
where time exists
there is none to spare
for death
life's answer
reveals itself
watch with me
as all that is natural
divides
for into the dark
the world fades with the sun
collecting the lost
engulfing the damned
where all the simple things
come to mean something
and leave us in the rain
for here is where
we define life
we create ourselves
to accomplish this
we let go of all we know
and become lost
that makes you whole
i stole it
hid it
buried inside
so sit here
for just awhile
close your eyes
let the silent screams wash
listen to the constant breathing
taste the flavor of chaos
where time exists
there is none to spare
for death
life's answer
reveals itself
watch with me
as all that is natural
divides
for into the dark
the world fades with the sun
collecting the lost
engulfing the damned
where all the simple things
come to mean something
and leave us in the rain
for here is where
we define life
we create ourselves
to accomplish this
we let go of all we know
and become lost
Friday, August 8, 2008
Acceptance
she walks along the dock
arms crossed
eyes fixed upon the vast
black waves of the ocean
slapping the midnight sky
barefeet slowly moving
dress clinging - humid
she approaches the end
where dreams are found
in castles deep in the ocean
and mermaids play in the
maze of the underground
beauty found in the depths
far beyond the speaking world
she leaps into nothing and
everything all at once
the salty sea consumes her
she sinks, she is calm
Her eyes stare wide
and lungs fill
she opens her arms
arms crossed
eyes fixed upon the vast
black waves of the ocean
slapping the midnight sky
barefeet slowly moving
dress clinging - humid
she approaches the end
where dreams are found
in castles deep in the ocean
and mermaids play in the
maze of the underground
beauty found in the depths
far beyond the speaking world
she leaps into nothing and
everything all at once
the salty sea consumes her
she sinks, she is calm
Her eyes stare wide
and lungs fill
she opens her arms
the rush
i stand on my side
you, your own
our stubbornness
in its wit
and whimsical way
pierces this room
the words
they pound
a cluster of angst
conflicted with emotion
an echo of voices
swallowing and feeding
the rip and the tear
the back and the forth
sucking the breath
clear from me
the space between us weakens
as we reach the narrow
straight and head on
no one to catch
nor hold us back
its inevitability
keeps me here
you with whom
i am most afraid
you who can never know
who i hide in my mind
who i want to write off
but can't shake
you who haunts me
who consumes me
and slowly removes me
you, your own
our stubbornness
in its wit
and whimsical way
pierces this room
the words
they pound
a cluster of angst
conflicted with emotion
an echo of voices
swallowing and feeding
the rip and the tear
the back and the forth
sucking the breath
clear from me
the space between us weakens
as we reach the narrow
straight and head on
no one to catch
nor hold us back
its inevitability
keeps me here
you with whom
i am most afraid
you who can never know
who i hide in my mind
who i want to write off
but can't shake
you who haunts me
who consumes me
and slowly removes me
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
You This Is
There this is
The fork
I never thought
Lays before us
I can follow the pattern
Map out the events
Somewhere between
Here and there
We had our laugh
And toasted the night
This web we spun
Of manipulation
We designed the structure
Down to every scene
We lined up the characters
And pulled the trigger
We knew the risk
But never the outcome
And, so
Here this is
Where we part
From this grand venture
You this is
All of it
For without you
There was never I
And
I am no good at any of this
Let’s close the board
And put away the chips
Take the stock off the table
Can’t we erase
Undo what’s been done
Add a new chapter
This time will be different
Better than before
I can rearrange the setting
You the characters
We can laugh once more
And play with one eye open
We know the rules
Get the strategies
Let’s throw in the anti
And take the road together
I just can’t imagine
Walking it alone
Without you, my friend
I won’t go it
Even if all it ever was
All it will ever be
Is just this
I’m sorry
The fork
I never thought
Lays before us
I can follow the pattern
Map out the events
Somewhere between
Here and there
We had our laugh
And toasted the night
This web we spun
Of manipulation
We designed the structure
Down to every scene
We lined up the characters
And pulled the trigger
We knew the risk
But never the outcome
And, so
Here this is
Where we part
From this grand venture
You this is
All of it
For without you
There was never I
And
I am no good at any of this
Let’s close the board
And put away the chips
Take the stock off the table
Can’t we erase
Undo what’s been done
Add a new chapter
This time will be different
Better than before
I can rearrange the setting
You the characters
We can laugh once more
And play with one eye open
We know the rules
Get the strategies
Let’s throw in the anti
And take the road together
I just can’t imagine
Walking it alone
Without you, my friend
I won’t go it
Even if all it ever was
All it will ever be
Is just this
I’m sorry
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