With self proclaimed elegance, the doors to Russia opened before me. I declined. My visit would have but only one purpose, and there are so many who can fulfill the task better then me.
With whispers, a path to Mexico rubbed shoulders with me. I was not enticed. I have insecurities of my own.
Music escaping from headphones invited me to the islands. I passed up. One day a year is enough for me.
Head coverings and dark skin offered the Middle East. I remained indifferent. There is no love lost and we know it.
Dizzied, I embraced the numbers. I preferred future over present
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Brooklyn summer.
The sun still had time before she would set, and then disappear behind the beach front mansions. The stranded crabs dreaded this notion, for the determined seagulls were crash landing for an early dinner.
Engulfed by the breeze, I sat and gazed at the sail boats as took they advantage of the winds. I watched the young rider soar and plummet within the choppy waters.
I have seen such moments before. After all, the coral reef in Eilat did not lie. The beaches of Sydney were tangible and the mountains of Cape Town were reached.
Yet today, I related with the moment. Today I experienced beauty, albeit simple beauty, with a Brooklyn accent.
Engulfed by the breeze, I sat and gazed at the sail boats as took they advantage of the winds. I watched the young rider soar and plummet within the choppy waters.
I have seen such moments before. After all, the coral reef in Eilat did not lie. The beaches of Sydney were tangible and the mountains of Cape Town were reached.
Yet today, I related with the moment. Today I experienced beauty, albeit simple beauty, with a Brooklyn accent.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Fractured.
Yesterday,
In the comfort of company and night;
Smack. Quick Bright Flash. Ringing. Shouts.
Confusion. Pause. Struggle. Release.
Shock. Adrenalin. Running. Calm. Safety. Anger.
Today,
Altered. Aware. Prepared.
In the comfort of company and night;
Smack. Quick Bright Flash. Ringing. Shouts.
Confusion. Pause. Struggle. Release.
Shock. Adrenalin. Running. Calm. Safety. Anger.
Today,
Altered. Aware. Prepared.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
1664
Summer Fact: There is nothing a cold imported beer cannot fix!
City buzz, human streaks, foreign language, good company and the bottle looks me dead square in the eyes.
The sight lifts me from sardine packed streets, to the spacious french alps.
From muffler fumes, to the brisk cool and fresh mountain air.
From fatigue to endless energy.
The memory:
Under my bed
the trinity did lay.
A gift for my old man
in the U.S.A.
The establishment
stole it.
consumed it.
denied it.
City buzz, human streaks, foreign language, good company and the bottle looks me dead square in the eyes.
The sight lifts me from sardine packed streets, to the spacious french alps.
From muffler fumes, to the brisk cool and fresh mountain air.
From fatigue to endless energy.
The memory:
Under my bed
the trinity did lay.
A gift for my old man
in the U.S.A.
The establishment
stole it.
consumed it.
denied it.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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