Inspirations
Self Expression has many faces. It is multidimensional, experiential and has many tools for speaking and listening. INSPIRATIONS are the same way. They are free, boundless and live through the aliveness and sharing from individual to individual. As an Artist and Communicator each of us can communicate through movement, speaking, and WRITING. This page is dedicated to the act of sharing Inspirations.
The following work is fragmented and real. It exists in the context of my beingness at a particular time and therefore, as in life itself, it is Contradictory, Impulsive, and appropriate for the human experience for that moment of history in one's life. Each segment is a work in progress which I have chosen to leave unedited and unfixed. I have categorized the following work by subject. All dates are left out because they are unnecessary.
Self Expression has many faces. It is multidimensional, experiential and has many tools for speaking and listening. INSPIRATIONS are the same way. They are free, boundless and live through the aliveness and sharing from individual to individual. As an Artist and Communicator each of us can communicate through movement, speaking, and WRITING. This page is dedicated to the act of sharing Inspirations.
The following work is fragmented and real. It exists in the context of my beingness at a particular time and therefore, as in life itself, it is Contradictory, Impulsive, and appropriate for the human experience for that moment of history in one's life. Each segment is a work in progress which I have chosen to leave unedited and unfixed. I have categorized the following work by subject. All dates are left out because they are unnecessary.
Motivation
Motivation is the drive and power
behind one's aliveness.
Why I do what I do
There is something which others label a mystery which is not really a mystery, but life itself. It is the thickness of Knowing that runs through our very veins, that haunts and yet delights us simultaneously.
A heartbeat pulsating rhythm divinely twisting music into our own breathing- walking We Feel it, Taste it.
It haunts and teases, we look away- over our shoulder And yet it is still there Reminding us of the pleasure we dare not see and It is that very pleasure that allows us to exist.
It is what gets us up to give one more try.
Runing
Motor runs
And I keep going
Keep moving
Cannot be stopped
Unstoppable
Healing
Contradictory
I have been in this room before
The Dare Devils
It is in what we call the Geniuses who have grasped its juices, who have taken ownership, who do not dare to not see its haunting stares.
Who know the mystery is not really a mystery.
Blues
Heavy heavy heavy Blues
Love Molasses
Singing Singing in my heart
Take me Away
Steal my heart away.
Transformed Melodies
You are my leopard who has lost his spots
Beautiful and Golden and still with black spots.
You are my treasure.
Motivation is the drive and power
behind one's aliveness.
Why I do what I do
There is something which others label a mystery which is not really a mystery, but life itself. It is the thickness of Knowing that runs through our very veins, that haunts and yet delights us simultaneously.
A heartbeat pulsating rhythm divinely twisting music into our own breathing- walking We Feel it, Taste it.
It haunts and teases, we look away- over our shoulder And yet it is still there Reminding us of the pleasure we dare not see and It is that very pleasure that allows us to exist.
It is what gets us up to give one more try.
Runing
Motor runs
And I keep going
Keep moving
Cannot be stopped
Unstoppable
Healing
Contradictory
I have been in this room before
The Dare Devils
It is in what we call the Geniuses who have grasped its juices, who have taken ownership, who do not dare to not see its haunting stares.
Who know the mystery is not really a mystery.
Blues
Heavy heavy heavy Blues
Love Molasses
Singing Singing in my heart
Take me Away
Steal my heart away.
Transformed Melodies
You are my leopard who has lost his spots
Beautiful and Golden and still with black spots.
You are my treasure.
Relationships
Relationships can bring the greatest pains and pleasure in life- most of all relationships have been my teacher.
Completion
That which I search for has searched for me
Waiting
Waiting until I have played
And played hard
So I know what it is to
Fall
so that I know what it is to Fly
So I could have my heart broken and know what it is to be healed
So I could break a few hearts and understand that love is a symphony and sounds can be crass when outspoken.
When I hold your hand
I know I am there
And I am ready
I know that as my fingers let go I am
Complete
When you know it's right
The day I kissed you
And held you close
Your lips burned and imparted
In my embrace
You never not for one moment
Had to guess what I really thought of you
Assuredness
Awareness that all the answers are right there
I know you can read me like an open book.
I know you have always been right there.
Goodbye Lover
The truth of who I am
Where I have been
You do not accept
Nor care to know
The truth.
That which is real to me.
No more playing nice.
You don't own me
It was all, all of it a
CHOICE
that I don't leave up to you
This is not clean.
I don't want you around.
What I say you may not like
And it is not your decision, choice to make it all.
Boundaries
My man of amor- my Love and Adoration-
The distance in which I see you
The reflection grants me Space
I am found and at the same time lost
Because you gave to me a Structure
Of the prices that already exist
You are irresistible to my eyes
Relationships can bring the greatest pains and pleasure in life- most of all relationships have been my teacher.
Completion
That which I search for has searched for me
Waiting
Waiting until I have played
And played hard
So I know what it is to
Fall
so that I know what it is to Fly
So I could have my heart broken and know what it is to be healed
So I could break a few hearts and understand that love is a symphony and sounds can be crass when outspoken.
When I hold your hand
I know I am there
And I am ready
I know that as my fingers let go I am
Complete
When you know it's right
The day I kissed you
And held you close
Your lips burned and imparted
In my embrace
You never not for one moment
Had to guess what I really thought of you
Assuredness
Awareness that all the answers are right there
I know you can read me like an open book.
I know you have always been right there.
Goodbye Lover
The truth of who I am
Where I have been
You do not accept
Nor care to know
The truth.
That which is real to me.
No more playing nice.
You don't own me
It was all, all of it a
CHOICE
that I don't leave up to you
This is not clean.
I don't want you around.
What I say you may not like
And it is not your decision, choice to make it all.
Boundaries
My man of amor- my Love and Adoration-
The distance in which I see you
The reflection grants me Space
I am found and at the same time lost
Because you gave to me a Structure
Of the prices that already exist
You are irresistible to my eyes
Windows
Windows are a glimpse of a moment
in one's life - reflective and see through.
Its Still Raining
It never stopped raining
Not really
Always lost in desire
That which I cannot touch
Cannot hold
The experience was everything
Held me for years
It is still raining
And I do not give up
That which I taste
I tasted in that which I saw-was taken into
Those eyes
Pierced my Soul
Took me back to where I began
Home
And it has never stopped raining.
Beneath those shoes
Secret mysteries unveiled.
Untraveled beneath those shoes.
Trying to cover the distance- half way there to home- must go home.
Weary of the stranger
Life offered no other choice, but the path was full circle in waiting
Hungry
Waiting to be fed- longing
Longing to cover, fill, color, the space
It was so Empty so
Longing
Loving the sensation of Completion
Surrendering to the Loving and yet it was endless
Maybe it would be forever
The waiting was the Joy
And yet it was not until now that she realized this
Slave to the pen
I don't know what it is my dear- that which you want me to Write,
But I will publish it and use ink.
Blackness that is bare naked
I will do as you say
Not because of pleasure,
But because I am left without any other choice.
I am left here alone and unconquered
I would rather be conquered by you and silent than live here with that which may tear me apart.
Dirty Van
Dedicated to the members of the "Dirty Van" that rode throughout all of the South and East Coast during "Swingdance America."
Riding
Destination told and yet missed
Laughs and giggles
Crumbs from indulgence in BP
Sun shines
And then Blackness
Road ahead
Old 53 automobile on the side waiting to be admired
Waffle House not far behind
Destination told and yet dismissed
Curly blond hair and straight fries
Smell of jerky from tea, from bags, from hair
In search of hot meal- don't want to go to Subway another day.
Blue and gray and orange chatting away
Hands furiously weaving away a symphony of color of beauty of heart
Scarlet is happy with a new outfit - she can shake with the tunes of the radio - whisper in the darkness with glittery shoes
Beautiful cards-Glamorous as always for friends in far off places
Friends of the glow in the dark pringle
Everybodys got a new keychain- sporty and distinguished even for the most caddy of cadillacs.
It is our home, our time
It is our sanctuary on wheels
Destination told
We have arrived
Windows are a glimpse of a moment
in one's life - reflective and see through.
Its Still Raining
It never stopped raining
Not really
Always lost in desire
That which I cannot touch
Cannot hold
The experience was everything
Held me for years
It is still raining
And I do not give up
That which I taste
I tasted in that which I saw-was taken into
Those eyes
Pierced my Soul
Took me back to where I began
Home
And it has never stopped raining.
Beneath those shoes
Secret mysteries unveiled.
Untraveled beneath those shoes.
Trying to cover the distance- half way there to home- must go home.
Weary of the stranger
Life offered no other choice, but the path was full circle in waiting
Hungry
Waiting to be fed- longing
Longing to cover, fill, color, the space
It was so Empty so
Longing
Loving the sensation of Completion
Surrendering to the Loving and yet it was endless
Maybe it would be forever
The waiting was the Joy
And yet it was not until now that she realized this
Slave to the pen
I don't know what it is my dear- that which you want me to Write,
But I will publish it and use ink.
Blackness that is bare naked
I will do as you say
Not because of pleasure,
But because I am left without any other choice.
I am left here alone and unconquered
I would rather be conquered by you and silent than live here with that which may tear me apart.
Dirty Van
Dedicated to the members of the "Dirty Van" that rode throughout all of the South and East Coast during "Swingdance America."
Riding
Destination told and yet missed
Laughs and giggles
Crumbs from indulgence in BP
Sun shines
And then Blackness
Road ahead
Old 53 automobile on the side waiting to be admired
Waffle House not far behind
Destination told and yet dismissed
Curly blond hair and straight fries
Smell of jerky from tea, from bags, from hair
In search of hot meal- don't want to go to Subway another day.
Blue and gray and orange chatting away
Hands furiously weaving away a symphony of color of beauty of heart
Scarlet is happy with a new outfit - she can shake with the tunes of the radio - whisper in the darkness with glittery shoes
Beautiful cards-Glamorous as always for friends in far off places
Friends of the glow in the dark pringle
Everybodys got a new keychain- sporty and distinguished even for the most caddy of cadillacs.
It is our home, our time
It is our sanctuary on wheels
Destination told
We have arrived