tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65749125452399464002024-03-13T15:08:53.767-07:00girl on fireUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-56858976692695239342013-10-13T16:11:00.003-07:002013-10-13T16:11:20.900-07:00James Taylor - Suite For 20 G [HQ]<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/sas4xzbmOc0" width="459"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-19974381958494543812013-10-13T16:11:00.001-07:002013-10-13T16:11:20.122-07:00James Taylor - Suite For 20 G [HQ]<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/sas4xzbmOc0" width="459"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-60742197470016486562013-07-27T07:54:00.002-07:002013-07-27T07:54:25.366-07:00SCENT<br />
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Scent</div>
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taking me back</div>
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to where I was the last time</div>
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I caught it</div>
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overpowering</div>
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or merely particular</div>
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a myriad, a mountain</div>
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of pointilist dots and</div>
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still one discovers new ones</div>
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hourly</div>
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this one, white sheets</div>
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on the coast in england</div>
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sickness, writhing in</div>
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the great pain and that gift</div>
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the perfume</div>
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to cheer me.</div>
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So kind the thought.</div>
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If I smell it now</div>
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I get sick and violence strikes up
inside.</div>
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That one, in amber</div>
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warmth of a rug and</div>
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making love in the autumn</div>
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the glow on his face</div>
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the tongue, the firelighters</div>
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the aubern dog flopping about</div>
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flowers dying with joy</div>
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so were we</div>
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well I was</div>
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you can't have been</div>
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left me for a boy</div>
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the other one, the rain</div>
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freshly falling in april</div>
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the utter bliss of feeling alive</div>
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alone, in love, loved and whole</div>
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violet the colour... seeping thru my
shirt</div>
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then a rainbow</div>
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bliss !</div>
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when I smell april rain today</div>
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I glow from solar plexus</div>
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right thru my anima</div>
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and radiate contentment</div>
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not contentment</div>
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utter ecstasy</div>
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yes, just because it rained that day</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-66061039634422866022013-07-10T10:37:00.001-07:002013-07-10T10:46:26.160-07:00majorly overdue update in the life n times of emma stace darlingi was advised by the worst (ex) adviser in the world ( but the nicest man in the world) not to write a blog ... but i want to so i am back and i will write what i want to.<br />
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i am now dividing my time between bologna/italy and london/england with the beginnings of my haut chocolat collection 'Chocolate, darling?' (each individual chocolat using the finest and most expensive ingredients sourced by me for 20 years world wide- oh the the most jaw dropping superb luxurious packaging ever seen, using lots of 24ct gold leaf...the height of chic in chocolate and each chocolate with its own name and character and clothes, each with its only four line poem to describe why it needs to be there in the show, the cabaret of class) and my cabaret one woman show going round the place... not to mention art exhibitions, a new superb authentic agent/manager and my third poetry book coming out, not to mention my first novel being turned directly into a screenplay.<br />
<br />
i am in uk now at this moment, east sussex, and it's really very strange. its almost warm having been freezing my arse off for nearly two months here with my exhibitions and performances.... now we have two major issues to sort out. and sort them out i shall. sterner stuff, me.<br />
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i wish that those who read this are well and happy. i most wish for creative fulfilment for people. i could not get thru life with all its squeaks and bangs without painting, writing, making haut chocolats, performing, singing, acting, modelling, whatever... i need to be doing. constantly. its like a sort of cross between the victorian work ethic (i literally work constantly, i wake up with a poem in my head that has written itself at night) and this non stop desire to put 'out' what's gushing up from deep inside. and so fast and so nautrally<br />
<br />
also i have become an ambassador for the Notodogmeat foundation (see google and facebook) . this is a hugely important thing to me. there are barbarians out there who torture, abuse, rape and then burn dogs and cats alive,skin them and eat them. there has just been a big festival in china celebrating this barbaric inhumane act. i will support this cause to the end. it is literally an abomination which has to stop. and stop it we shall. it is non profit. we do everything for free. and most of it comes out of one very passionate clever powerful woman's pocket. whose name i shall not mention for her personal privacy . she is a heroine. i am a humanitarian and simply support whenever i can and however i can.<br />
<br />
the thing is to follow your heart. whether you are hungry and sick, or firing on all cylinders winning the lottery and getting all your dreams. dreamers who work hard enough make them come true one by one.<br />
<br />
follow this space. ooh and check out my facebook page 'emma stace darling' and my new fantastic exciting glam adventure created by superb artsist and writer michele brown 'pepi the smart dog'...he is the liberace figure, i am the celebrity lying on the piano singing figure in sequins usually and trademark 7 inch heels, and we are going to become involved in some pretty hot celebrity scraps. it's going to be a great ride. i am honoured to be part of the PEPI AND EMMA SHOW.<br />
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its a strange time. full of wonder and not knowing.<br />
<br />
ps. please also check out my bbc radio interview with nick randell of the scratch and chill show. it will be going out live but i will put it on my pages soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-1383055798277614072012-12-07T16:33:00.000-08:002012-12-07T16:34:23.376-08:00Christmas crisisReal Christmas crisis!<br />
<br />
well the tree is up and superb, the lights are flickering, all 560 of them, the decorations are resplendent... the Christmas dvds are on non stop... it's gorgeous here, and snowing...BUT<br />
<br />
i dont know how i have done it but i have run out of PG Tips. i have either 4 or 7 days til i get to UK to replace it ... i dont know what to do. it is a real drama in my life i cannot live without it. i dont know hoe to cope. i am finding myself fantasizing about fortnum and masons afternoon teas and a cuppa with my friends... i have to find some somewhere tomorrow but ' lipton's' will NOT do because it doesn't taste OF TEA! at all.<br />
<br />
what on earth will the outcome of this saga see? is this the last of me?<br />
i have never had to endure life without PG Tips for more than an hour or two before...<br />
<br />
shall i try methodone?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-54617690812846296582012-11-30T12:49:00.000-08:002012-11-30T13:00:02.440-08:00spending the afternoon with my idoldo you know how many people get to spend an afternoon with their idols?<br />
<br />
well i don't but i suspect it's not millions. or even thousands. or even hundreds.<br />
<br />
tomorrow i get to do this thru sheer drive. i worked towards it happening and it's happening. i have wanted this since 1991. tomorrow i am going to interview LINDSAY KEMP (genius performer/dancer/director/choreographer/actor) and talk to him. i will write it up for LIVING TUSCANY magazine to which i now regularly contribute. i enjoy it. i met and reviewed james taylor...a wonderful experience with him reading 'girl on fire' (my debut poetry collection) out loud in the street in bologna. i just bumped into him. hundreds of metres from the theatre where he was going to sing and hours before....serendipity. another high from this year.<br />
<br />
have you any idea how excited i am? not nervous just excited! cos now i know him. i work with him. i get taught by him. stage craft. his own style of movement and expression which melts totally into my sense of theatre and craft as a performer singer/ mover/ actress/ writer/ painter/ composer/ wit and 'haut-chocolat' reviewer... one gets so bored! i just do what i do<br />
<br />
but joking apart, it's a huge thing for me. big honour. i am totally humbled.<br />
<br />
since i last chatted to you (not yesterday) and thru various contacts and my PR manager and my personal manager , my website, going on you tube, doing a bit more singing and a bit of modelling i have had my first taste of recognition. i have a facebook page with nearly 5000 followers for which i am incredibly grateful and my books have sold well, one was a best seller on lulu.com! i have written two poetry collections and a novel so far, and am working on my dance more, writing a children's poetry collection and a third adult orientated collection too. i am working on my painting, aware of all i have to learn...i am also working up my singing.<br />
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i work fucking hard hours every day and i am a more fulfilled sorted person. i am very prolific and productive. i love it all. and tomorrow....we are doing the long haul to livorno...<br />
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think of me xxUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-52386516878608136212012-11-28T09:11:00.000-08:002012-11-28T09:11:15.648-08:00missed thisi am starting to blog again. i was advised by my PR manager not to blog but i think it was wrong. maybe he meant dont post unpublished poetry in case someone nicks it, but i am feeling the urge to share with you again every day.what more expression? fuck me !<br />
just back form mass. it was great. i always feel fab after mass.<br />
my faith is growing daily.<br />
i have become a Roman Catholic complete with two godmothers since we last chatted. it was the right move for me. since then everything is coming together...<br />
the magic of knowing the unknowable.<br />
oh, guys, i know!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-11629504805314479752012-01-18T16:00:00.001-08:002012-01-18T16:00:39.332-08:00god spoke to me!<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; text-align: left;">i got up and went out and felt so awful with this 8th day of migraine that i just stopped in the street. i was right outside the most beautiful church i ever saw. i stayed for half an hour. it was just what i needed. i guess it's not that unusual for people to be seen sitting sobbing in church. then mass started ,and the priest blew his nose really loudly RIGHT into the microphone, and i giggled, out loud, so i knew it would all be ok and it was time to go home...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-51148952052542766662012-01-14T09:22:00.001-08:002012-01-14T09:22:38.205-08:00diary; what it is<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">ok so.... after my 4 hours sleep and M's 6 hours perfection packing... arrived LONDON GATWICK v early, n calm to go home to ITALY.... but so obsessed were they with my moschino key ring they were sure was a bomb....when we got to the point of going to gate to get on the plane....we couldn't. *we were not allowed to board*. too late. finished. missed plane, in order not to scream, or verbally abuse AND I COULD REALLY HARM THOSE BIMBOS/BIMBETTES WITH DAMAGE CAUSED BY MY INSTANT WIT (or burst into tears), and hearing the next plane was tomorrow, i decided we should do nothing for an hour and go to COSTA for a calm down n deep think. his latte; dish water. my double shot cappucino; slurry. our almond croissant; stale. so i politely informed them and they kindly exchanged them all. nope. just same. £7.90. thanks. i love england so much. now we are in lovely hotel adjacent to airport eating delish M&S salad full meals with a bottle claret...so, £250 later, we shall arrive home tomorrow. try again. keep smiling. it's a fucking farce is what it is.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-50279596943754343062012-01-13T13:47:00.000-08:002012-01-13T13:48:32.365-08:00the last supperjut had the last supper.... plaice parcels with prawns and parsley and green beans and spinache (fresh) and pots and all from garden (not sea food) then banoffee pie ad ice cream and hot choc fudge sauce and profiteroles and coffee. yumyumyum. with champagne to start the white wine. joy nice. mmm. now the food nazi third reich regime starts again and i eat what i used to eat...then i start to write. to rest. i know that sounds weird this was a holiday. and i start my work again. keep tight in touch with my fab PRM ABW and go for it.<br />
we met such nice ppl this week. i do feel lucky...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-83863030174318607632012-01-11T10:33:00.000-08:002012-01-12T16:35:53.052-08:00why do they do it....when ppl are in the bathroom or another room and they shout something n you cant hear... why, when you say 'I CANT HEAR YOU' do they do exactly the same thing! you still cant hear them so you say 'i still cant hear you' thinking. repeat performance of whole routine. honestly, though.... -bloody idiot, trying same thing twice.... think about it, thicko- then they GO AGAIN and get cross when you don't hear for the <b>3rd time </b>n they are by that time actively screaming this inevitably dribbley piece of nothingness at you... 'I SAID! DIDNT THE BIN LOOK LIKE IT HAD BEEN MOVED TO THE RIGHT A BIT AS WE DROVE DOWN THE DRIVE!' oh grr. interchange of doom. makes me feel like my will for continuation of my respiratory functioning and all its exhausting effort has been taken quite from me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-87029574740963058182012-01-11T10:25:00.000-08:002012-01-11T10:25:28.375-08:00got coldersuddenly today....i was tidying up... unhappy memories....had to go thru a lot of papers n letters n etc....found a really nice pair of scissors... bonus... i think i have a thing for scissors, i have about 7 pairs in each of my rooms at our home in bologna... anyhow... i thought it was just me, been sitting still for hours... but it had suddenly got cold... now its BLOODY COLD and i am about to go crazy-ERUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-86900069366736970422012-01-08T11:22:00.000-08:002012-01-08T11:35:18.921-08:005 pudding dayyou know... today i went to a certain chain of restaurants for the average lower brit middle class family (what a concept) and there was not one single thing on the menu i fancied. nothing. the wine was super and generous servings, pricing, not bad at all. service superb. i will over look my needing to order fresh wine glass. so i had an ice cream sundae :-) which was shit :-( GRANULATED YELLOW FOOD COLOURED ICE CREAM.not much of it either. SQUIRTY ST IVEL (OR WORSE) 'CREAM' ON TOP and (american style) cookie squidged into it. 3,75! never again. it told one its calorific content. it was 770. haha. nightmare.<br />
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then,one went along road in sevenoaks to the george and the dragon pub (only open for two years) and i had, in stead of just a coffee, a coffee<i> and a dessert</i>. the dessert was called ' dark chocolat fondente and pistacchio ice cream' and it was probably the best dessert i ever had. when i put my fork into black/brown small cake shaped thing, out oozed all this thick goo. GLOOP. thick dark brown i would say 80% cocoa solids and a fudgy texture in parts too and it was the most rich glamorous looking pudding you could imagine. my only crit. would be (if i was pushed, and as the price was nothing, under six pounds, maybe even five, i cant recall) that the long plate needed something more than one small round of choc and a rather smaller round of pale green. a drizzle of another colour or cocoa sieved even in a leaf shape or something. but wow. go there. apparently all the food is great. their espressos with whiskey weren't bad either! i oculd have stayed there all evening quite happily and want to take various people there including my father, my other half, mother, my sister .... but not all together, i want one(or four) to one there with them....<br />
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when i got home, and having had two desserts for lunch, i carried on in the same vein and had two desserts for supper then some chocs in bed....start as you mean to go on.<br />
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i did. i do. i have. thank GOD for a small waist. hides various seasonal extra indulgences ...hahaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-67406727683950155222012-01-05T15:09:00.000-08:002012-01-06T08:45:17.593-08:00light in the hall<h3 style="font: normal normal normal 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4;">the light in the hall</span></h3><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4; width: 520px;">reflects the light years<br />
that came and then went<br />
time spilled and not spent<br />
i should have been there<br />
and not with you all</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-91615933785517752242012-01-02T14:30:00.000-08:002012-01-04T17:36:43.985-08:00i get close enoughlook up to the moon<br />
to there from here<br />
here's a circle<br />
there's a sphere<br />
<br />
maybe there<br />
they'd understand<br />
the solace of a<br />
down's child's hand<br />
<br />
or dragging water<br />
over grit<br />
her tears<br />
how they fit into it<br />
<br />
no, we don't 'get' this<br />
sort of stuff...<br />
<br />
(when i'm sick<br />
i get close enough)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-24753922280470576852012-01-01T13:35:00.000-08:002012-01-02T11:14:02.849-08:00gave the childgave the child a ball of wool<br />
squidged it<br />
frowned at it<br />
laughed hysterically<br />
sniffed a little<br />
head to one side<br />
final decision, grin at it...<br />
<br />
hearts came out<br />
floated all over the floor and around his little bumpy head<br />
he traces them with his huge perfect eyes<br />
thinks everyone can see them<br />
not everyone my darling<br />
just stay mum<br />
<br />
gave the child<br />
a fur crocodile<br />
upside down<br />
pick it up<br />
put it down<br />
squeeze it squash it really well<br />
look up at us<br />
sweetest child<br />
pouring my flooding love into you<br />
you and i know that it's true<br />
hearts come out each time we do<br />
<br />
falling down like little pink rain drops<br />
he traces them with his huge perfect eyes<br />
<br />
gave the child<br />
adoring daddy<br />
loving earth and loving seed<br />
security within anima<br />
all the bits a kid could need<br />
<br />
hearts come out to face the evil<br />
hearts negate what has been said<br />
hearts comes out in a crack whore heaven<br />
nulling every void and red<br />
hearts come out because they have to<br />
they have nowhere else to go<br />
people couldn't dream it up for<br />
only you and i can know<br />
hearts comes out because they're in there<br />
and they'll always flick the light<br />
i place them inside you darling<br />
every moment, every nightUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-58680613563326559762011-12-31T09:09:00.000-08:002011-12-31T10:15:40.026-08:00stupid whorefound her in a bar<br />
looking like something from a film<br />
all red velvet dress fading<br />
fluff coming off and bare patches, fabric thinning<br />
smoking as if there were to be a<br />
'don't mind if i do' embargo<br />
making every butt, lipstick stained, proof for eternity<br />
that it was you<br />
you did it...<br />
heroine<br />
<br />
your lips<br />
your secret but well traveled lips<br />
you stink of old chanel 5<br />
it comes out only on highdays<br />
not too many, evidently<br />
you are here for an occasion<br />
you are here to pull focus<br />
to pull him<br />
to pull something<br />
<br />
stupid whore<br />
found drunk on your bed<br />
on your front<br />
lip chalk dragged down straight passage<br />
top to half way down single bed<br />
over the pale green<br />
eiderdown<br />
pistol still tucked into the tight side of your suspender belt<br />
<br />
and yet<br />
you wake up cold with just a splitting head ache<br />
and clots of blood between your splitting arse cheeks<br />
<br />
stupid whore<br />
too flattered and drunk to<br />
un-cling the atoms that make a man<br />
a stuttering sickening stoat of a man<br />
a lick of a dick<br />
a flick and a click<br />
stupid whore<br />
<br />
so he had around 12 million murderedUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-22787101294599652212011-12-31T06:50:00.001-08:002011-12-31T06:50:21.169-08:00love status<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">love is everything. all you need. all you want. all you seek. all you crave. i choose to give love unconditionally and am sneered at for it. and ridiculed. but what they don't see is, i don't get hurt by it. after all, if i give something freely and without expectation of any further action, then, it's done. given. and it made me feel beautiful. therefore, if anyone wishes to push it back to me, to upset, cos they have some personal reason,it can't come back to me. cos it's left me. it's left my anima. it's out there. as a child i wanted as much love as i could get from anyone i could get it from. family. friends. teachers etc. now i have my family, my loved ones, my friends and i just wanna give it without condition or contract. to anyone i want to love. happy new year. more love.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-56387106605060483352011-12-21T15:12:00.001-08:002011-12-21T15:12:24.734-08:00big long kitchen<div lang="EN-US" link="blue" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" vlink="purple"><div><h3 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt; font-weight: normal;">silent kitchen</span></h3><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 10.5pt;">too much space<br />
<br />
everybody's<br />
had their share<br />
set for ten<br />
now zero there<br />
<br />
i am sitting looking on<br />
from the outside in<br />
they don't know<br />
where i am<br />
who i am<br />
or even if i 'm here at all<br />
<br />
i am not sure<br />
that i know either<br />
<br />
but i should like someone to know<br />
before i go<u></u><u></u></span></span></div></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"><br />
</span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-43837922943310671582011-12-21T07:49:00.000-08:002011-12-21T15:08:57.626-08:00before i gosilent kitchen<br />
too much air<br />
everybody's<br />
had their share<br />
set for thirteen<br />
nobody there<br />
<br />
i am sitting looking on<br />
they don't know where i belong<br />
from the outside looking in<br />
who am i, where have i been<br />
<br />
i am not sure<br />
that i know either<br />
i guess ones soul knows both<br />
and neither<br />
<br />
i think i'd like someone to know<br />
it might be nice, before i goUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-80454539327524411172011-12-20T16:30:00.000-08:002011-12-20T16:43:38.768-08:00boy of about 15odd time, lasts about a week<br />
almost bouncy<br />
all unco-ordinated<br />
gangly involuntarily undulating, yes, bobbing up n down<br />
but in air, not water<br />
move like a lank monkey all swinging arms n legs<br />
but you can't be king o' the jungle yet.<br />
skinny long limbs<br />
flopping<br />
flollopping<br />
even flollollollopping down<br />
and hard fall drop full as if they weigh tons.<br />
from shoulder to finger.<br />
a mile!<br />
<br />
the entirety is full of life<br />
extremes of expression in a nanosecond<br />
japes grimaces sudden disproportionate rage<br />
trousers falling down<br />
then actually off<br />
<br />
because there has developed as yet no arse ....<br />
<br />
jerking strangely under enormous ear satellite dishes<br />
attached to a girls headband<br />
and that you see, is cool.<br />
we wanted smaller<br />
they want bigger<br />
and that you see is time.<br />
kung fu moves around the kitchen<br />
careful or your broccoli quiche will end up punch kicked thru the sky light<br />
<br />
nothing is new enough<br />
expensive enough<br />
sporty enough<br />
no model pretty enough<br />
no car fast enough<br />
he. rules. ice.<br />
<br />
yet when his special 'friend'<br />
sends a the wrong text<br />
he'll sob like the beautiful big bubba he is.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-73523763735410694282011-12-19T08:08:00.000-08:002011-12-19T08:33:22.651-08:00what if the best thing happened<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">post prandial perfection...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">thought it was what</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">letting the little light in</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">allowing all the 'we don't want any of that, thank you' to squeeze out of</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">the gap in the old pine door</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">the one i wanted you said no</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and you were right</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">at the time</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">yes, so coax it out just as it is</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">bilious belly bulging out of a weeny wooden skirt</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and turn round, and come back to us</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">fine and pure</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">statuesque streaming sensuality</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">see how your</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">childhood expectations</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">held up;</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">''you were right''</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">it can't be true!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">so God is good....</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and i needn't have worried</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">endlessly and endlessly</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and wept all night</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and hid behind make up</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and over exuberance</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and over given</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and tried so hard</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">i could have just</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">born my pain</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">been me</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-63676381261028157182011-12-15T14:02:00.000-08:002011-12-15T14:06:04.257-08:00piece of inchthere was a lot of waiting<br />
that day like all the rest<br />
sweat on palms and sides of nose,<br />
and boxers in my chest<br />
the door was opening so slow<br />
but speed was present somewhere though<br />
for in that tiny piece of inch<br />
i knew it was a no.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-69155499147024369692011-12-14T05:01:00.000-08:002011-12-14T11:47:39.677-08:00the horror of the 70s<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">oh 70s! you led me into life</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">cherubic gold, pre-raphaelite like child</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">the sickly psychodelic double knife</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">it cut the cord, and everything went wild</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">the grown ups all danced naked round a fire</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">A woman's pubic hair was more her beard</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">the decade haute couture snubbed as a liar</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and drugs made normal folk soft lumps of weird</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="background-color: white;">and colours came like luminescent puke</span><br />
and rhythms felt like fingers half in ears<br />
and chocolate sold just like the thin white duke.<br />
your parties taught us how to murder peers.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574912545239946400.post-33991624095670879292011-12-12T15:16:00.000-08:002011-12-12T15:23:13.187-08:00wordswords pour out like<br />
nail polish<br />
from an open side stood pot<br />
they can flow in bold or see thru<br />
like the fact or notUnknownnoreply@blogger.com