Thursday, April 27, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
From something to nothing
and nothing to nothing
unmeasure me
reach me out to you.
Hands held with spaces between
yards of words
couched in yards of cloth
even my eyes despair their lack of stuttering stammering words
unbutton please this madness
of self-conscious regret
where love is like
and adore affection
where worship is tempered
with ecstasy unecstatic.
let even these cliches be real
I want to know deep green forests of
muddy scents
flowers red in bloom and dead
There is a continent of spice,
I would like to know
somewhere between your hair and head
Let us lament then these questions of time and space.
bridle please this unbridled mind
that has no words to explain
Let me kiss your smiling ears
and wish you good night
for when I wake tomorrow
I believe all this will have changed.
and nothing to nothing
unmeasure me
reach me out to you.
Hands held with spaces between
yards of words
couched in yards of cloth
even my eyes despair their lack of stuttering stammering words
unbutton please this madness
of self-conscious regret
where love is like
and adore affection
where worship is tempered
with ecstasy unecstatic.
let even these cliches be real
I want to know deep green forests of
muddy scents
flowers red in bloom and dead
There is a continent of spice,
I would like to know
somewhere between your hair and head
Let us lament then these questions of time and space.
bridle please this unbridled mind
that has no words to explain
Let me kiss your smiling ears
and wish you good night
for when I wake tomorrow
I believe all this will have changed.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
The story of the one month and one day babies
On the 2nd of April 1976 the girl of unfinished business was born. she grew up unfinishing school and then college and then guitar class and tennis. she unfinished work she unfinished play she unfinished love and she unfinished hate. She wasn't a middling sort of girl not measured and even tempered not mediocre nor ordinary just unfinished she was the girl of unfinished business.
On the 3rd of May 1976 a boy was born who would soon grow up to be a finished sort of young lad. Not polished or complete not diligent nor a success just finished. He was a finished sort of lad.
Perhaps one day they would meet and fall in love but really that comes later.
The girl of unfinished business had a stutter not stammer but a stutter. The finished sort of lad had no such problems he finished his sentences just fine he wasn't polished he was just fine.
The finished sort of girl started life with a hiccup or atleast that what she liked telling people. The girl of unfinished business you see was a creature of mystique and mystery or atleast that's what she like telling people. Dark skinned though not really. Luminous like the moon lived in the lining of her skin or atleast that what she liked thinking when she looked in the mirror and saw a not perfect nose and a broken tooth staring back to her. But she was pretty or atleast that's what people liked to tell her.
The finished sort of lad was not pretty and he didn't like telling people anything much. He did not talk about starting life anywich way with or without hiccups infact the finished sort of lad didn't think much of hiccups at all. The finished sort of lad was dark in a most unluminous way. He didn't think much of adjectives like luminous anyway. He did however decide at the tender age of 13 that chartered accountancy was the right job for him. Meticulously completing pre-defined finishable tasks seemed so noble to our finished sort of lad that no sooner had he finished his degree he was diligently keeping accounts and books.
So he finished his 9-5 day and then he finished his 5 day week ( he liked finishing his weekend as well) and then he finished a month of many days and then a year of all the months and then another and then he finished a decade of ten years.
And then our finished sort of lad put an add in the paper "proper boy wants proper girl" the search was to finish quickly.
The girl of unfinished business had just recently unfinished another language class unfinished another dream of traveling the world unfinished passions slowly seeping into her next as yet untouched unfinished business.
On another date most ordinary the girl of unfinished business left her house to pick up a check. She walked through frosted glass doors into a room face to face with a smile so wide she thought the face behind it would crack. The East to West smile and South to North eyes belonged to a most little man a man who seemed to have finished much to quickly.
The finished sort of lad had just had his add answered she was a most lovely finished sort of lady not polished just finished.
The girl of unfinished business hurriedly picked up her check and left she didn't wanto get in the way of celebrations as yet unbegun but soon to be finished.
On the 3rd of May 1976 a boy was born who would soon grow up to be a finished sort of young lad. Not polished or complete not diligent nor a success just finished. He was a finished sort of lad.
Perhaps one day they would meet and fall in love but really that comes later.
The girl of unfinished business had a stutter not stammer but a stutter. The finished sort of lad had no such problems he finished his sentences just fine he wasn't polished he was just fine.
The finished sort of girl started life with a hiccup or atleast that what she liked telling people. The girl of unfinished business you see was a creature of mystique and mystery or atleast that's what she like telling people. Dark skinned though not really. Luminous like the moon lived in the lining of her skin or atleast that what she liked thinking when she looked in the mirror and saw a not perfect nose and a broken tooth staring back to her. But she was pretty or atleast that's what people liked to tell her.
The finished sort of lad was not pretty and he didn't like telling people anything much. He did not talk about starting life anywich way with or without hiccups infact the finished sort of lad didn't think much of hiccups at all. The finished sort of lad was dark in a most unluminous way. He didn't think much of adjectives like luminous anyway. He did however decide at the tender age of 13 that chartered accountancy was the right job for him. Meticulously completing pre-defined finishable tasks seemed so noble to our finished sort of lad that no sooner had he finished his degree he was diligently keeping accounts and books.
So he finished his 9-5 day and then he finished his 5 day week ( he liked finishing his weekend as well) and then he finished a month of many days and then a year of all the months and then another and then he finished a decade of ten years.
And then our finished sort of lad put an add in the paper "proper boy wants proper girl" the search was to finish quickly.
The girl of unfinished business had just recently unfinished another language class unfinished another dream of traveling the world unfinished passions slowly seeping into her next as yet untouched unfinished business.
On another date most ordinary the girl of unfinished business left her house to pick up a check. She walked through frosted glass doors into a room face to face with a smile so wide she thought the face behind it would crack. The East to West smile and South to North eyes belonged to a most little man a man who seemed to have finished much to quickly.
The finished sort of lad had just had his add answered she was a most lovely finished sort of lady not polished just finished.
The girl of unfinished business hurriedly picked up her check and left she didn't wanto get in the way of celebrations as yet unbegun but soon to be finished.
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