Dodo's and donkeys

I gently nibble on the tip of my thumb.
A knocking of teeth on a well manicured nail.
A flicker of light catches my roaming eye.
I look down at the flattering ring on my finger.
A dark green stone imbedded in a silver casing.

My petite little hands are pale and dry.
They are capable of dangerous manoeuvres.
A long lost time which is sorely missed.
These hands are skilled in the art of massage too.
Trained out of necessity and relief.

Relief. I feel it when I think of that dodged bullet.
I yearn for relief of these secret thoughts.
Ooooh! I have spotted the liquorice from Italy.
What a humbling holiday that was.
Excitement brews over holiday plans.

Brew. Bru. Let’s brew some brus together,
And see what unfolds, china!
From Japan, like my lucky dress.
All women have lucky dresses, right?
What has my little Leprechaun have in store for me?

Jiggity jig with buckles and green.
Sadistic little bastard, isn’t he?
Who am I talking to when I say that?
Are those voices in my head?
“Sanity is a cosy lie.”

I love to laugh at myself.
A release of deep understanding and contentment.
I shake my head and feel a twinkle in my eye.
I recognise that source of light within so well.
I’m beginning to see it in others more frequently too.

I bite my lip on the same-scarred spot.
YES! My iPod is charged and rearing to go.
I can’t wait for my Marvin Gaye cd to arrive.
A dose of soul for my bloodstream.
Where would I be without music?

I wish I had a romantic date tonight.
A building to climb and a reason to smile.
Actually, I don’t like dates, food or regular dating.
Dates are far too sweet and sickly.
Dating is too formal and nerve racking for me.
I have never cooked with a pressure cooker before.
Phobia of flying lids…And corks for that matter.
I have gone to far, hit a new page.
My scattered thoughts have bored me.
I sigh, another dazed day of dodos and donkeys.
Pfff!

By Samantha Webster

some great art I found surfing the net

I love this photograph by Vidi (I think)...I think it is fantastic.
A photograph which says it all. I find the best way to process and vent is through writing. You have time to think about what you want to say and correct your perception of a situation before it hurts someone. It stimulates nearly all the senses. You see your words pouring out onto paper, the writing revealing your mood. You smell the faint tinge of ink drying. If you are fortunate enough to be somwhere quiet, you can hear the slight clicking sound coming from the pressure on the moving pen. You can feel the pen pressing on paper, a medium for your thoughts.
It's a fabulous release.

THE GAME

No matter how you go about this, most of the time you end up with cream in your face.Feeling a bit like a clown.
THE GAME. The dating game.The game we loathe and love to play.It could be simple but our egos get in the way.
It starts with the first ingredient, attraction.You are both attracted to one another and you make the concious decision to put in the effort to make something happen. Some flirting, laughing and a little physical contact later,you are generally where you want to be.
I like this person.They interest me.I would actually like to see them again.It is usually a good first encounter.

The second ingredient is the questioning.Time has passed.Their smile fades in your mind.You doubt whether they were, in fact, as wonderful as you remember.You blame the booze.Your ego kicks in, you start to judge. Do I feel like putting in the effort required for this chop-changing game?Are they worth it? Will they be high maintenance?Can I do better?

The third (and often key)ingredient is action. We all want to play it cool.Act like we could take it or leave it.We turn down the heat that was shared in stage one.We want the other person to prove their worth.The problem lies with this question...How aloof do I play it until they get annoyed or bored and move on to greener pastures? Personally, I think this is the most pointless step.It can cause so much unnecessary confusion.Go with your instincts. You like the person.There's nothing wrong with that.Keep it simple and honest.Not everyone is a ball and chain.

So Basically, the game can either be a recipe for disaster or you may just get to know someone who will put a little pepper in your step.I get bored stiff playing these games...there are many more intriguing ways of teasing someone and it can be ALL fun.All it takes is a little maturity and some good old fashion honesty.

hmmm...not too sure where that came from.I guess a general wednesday wonderment.

I have a great tune in my head...
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=UvyesjU2x_Q

Words. Falling out of a book. Very similar to my new year thoughts pouring out of my ears. Words and thoughts are so powerful.Thoughts become words. Scattered thoughts become scattered words, then action then character then chaos.

The new year brings so many weird and ridiculous memories. January, to me, is such a tempremental month. You feel so inspired and set all these great goals for yourself. You feel like you have a fresh start and look forward to the new time you have been given to prove yourself worthy of this life.
Yet, it also makes you feel stupidly depressed. Most people start the year with raging hangovers and possibly a lot of guilt.The long year ahead makes you feel like the trials and tribulations will never end. You often dwell on the past too...or the future. Both do not actually exist though. All that exists is NOW, this very moment we live in. Why waste time thinking about things that cannot be changed?While you are doing that you are missing out on the moments that just slipped by..Time is running out and more quickly than most of us choose to believe.

I finally got down to reading The Kite Runner...another procrastination fulfilled. It is as touching and humbling as many have told me.My first book of the year is turning out to be quite a page turner too(although I am still not too sure why)...Empress Orchid by Anchee Min...

I think asparagus, olive, tomato and chilli pasta is on the cards for dinner tonight...yum bubblegum!

over and out.