Im

 currently a recovering,

undercover, 

                  over lover

who is attempting to recover from a love I simply cant seem to get over

kismet.

My weekend..

Sports award Gala

Music meeting

The movies (Slumdog millionaire)

3 or 4 different restaurants, as always..

Missed Ash, as she enjoyed her San Fran visit (Birthday wishes to Brenda)

Enjoyed Scotti, Mrs.Janice, Will and Coughvans company..



..Acknowledging, we all decide which path that best suits self.

Hours later, I see a movie, thats entirety is about the message I had discussed prior to such declaration..



Sound of art, here we go..

{Feeling tan}

Twitches and tweeks.

I am only able to devour ice cream when its accompanied by a fork (spoons change its taste)

I imbibe coffee as though its going out of style.. (Since age 6)

Chew Tums like candy

Would rather RAW cake batter OVER it baked

Snack, the entire time im cooking

Enjoy Sultry showers to the point of discomfort.

Skip gym days to avoid washing my hair

Answer my own questions, (in a different tone)

Frolic at my own jokes

{masticate the facts, my list will become vertically obesse.}

Exacts.

How is it, we are unable to accept flaws that are indentical to our very own. Do you run from a mirrored image of attraction?

_____ find their way to one another, even when their backs are against the wall, the world shifts in order for them to face each other..


{Feeling, light black}

Question.

Of all the time the world has given, it is tonight I drive, with you on my mind crying and wondering...why I left you behind...




{When I can't get rid of the skeletons in my closet, I teach them how to dance}

obscurity...

Entities axiom paralyzed,

Antecedent to my doleful nebula,

A colorful spectrum sweltering pain,

My heart racing past its alcove,

Her sun awakening the night with Stellar eyes...

Pebbles..

The longest process in life.. Completing an album..
I've been working on this project for a little over 8 months..
Living in the studio, is something else..

To say the least. Finally I am able to breathe..

Finding a sound and direction has been a mission in itself..
Being innovative.. Fun.. Creative.. Brave.

. Its well on its way..

A million people are still waiting to hear..

Darling,You have yet to hear such a sound. Stay tuned to what I have in store for 09'

-Blessings..

Warmed whispers. Satin Chocolate..

Slept in a quiet park, amoung strangers.. Had a chance to catch up on reading

Breakfast Burritos at noon, in the grass. The breeze swirled the leaves amoung us.
Thrifty ice cream from rite aid, was a heavenly treat.. I indulged in cookies and cream, cookie dough. I stole pecans, leaving her with just a buttery cream.. Im beginning to think. she never minds..




Growing accustom to her city.

(Feeling Ivory) A heavy Feather, thats sinks into all I touch..


(New book, Titled homosexuality and civilization by Louis Crompton)...

2nd Mother.

There are but a few women who I would model my life after.. She happens to be at the forefront.


With love.

Spring cleaning

For the lovers in the world who throw what they have away..





Cliche of the day--->One mans trash, may be another mans treasure..

Type 2...

The bitterness from my lips escape...


{Eric Benet, The hunger}

At last..

Light became warm against my shoulders..
In need of change. I inched forward. Looking back on
miles of mislead actions. Confusion. I placed a stop,
freed myself of silent calls, pointless, hopeless gazing.
Oxygen fills my lungs. I have seized short breaths..
Finally, I am honestly, truthfully.. Lovely again.

1st cup.

Lets sip, as we smile at one another..





Random quote -->Behind every successful woman...is a substantial amount of coffee.

Blk panties.

Food, drinks, and lovely views... 

Inamorata

The tongue of a gypsy wakened me from my reverie..
She spoke of refulgence,
kindled diamonds from laps of sand
Her fire, my winds dance along leaves of willows shaken hand...
my knees weak, pelvic quavering from mortal sin..
Her gentle fingers traced my lips, qwivering of desperation
Beauty speckled across the rose of inviolable creation
in awe, my reverence she held captive,
Her burning piquancy, I will not forgive
Her lips made of ruby, A coyest kiss of impetus
she became the ferment of my structure
the articulacy uttering of my agnomen
convulsant from her dulcet delivery
left me tender.melting cherubically in the wings of she.

cognizant

....... Dig deep..

Whirlpool

Somewhere along the way.. I was turned around.. The distraction of private, cell rings..

{Down here in hell (with you), Van Hunt}

Attack of the clones.

Fork.

The Exigency of split nepotism..




Lets place the dead in the sleep we shall coxed in, after.. once more.

Venice..

Change of setting.