doing repetitive, data entry tasks for work and watching Lara Croft, Tomb Raider
...a perfect way to bring the sublime into the mundane.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
the changeling
the changeling sits
wistfully staring out the window
dreaming of different landscapes
of unfamiliar textures and tastes
that makes her senses buzz
astonished by the courage in her soul
that doesn't seem to materialize in the daylight
but draws her, as she lies in the darkness
her heart thumping in anticipation
she finds escape in fantasies
colors and shapes that swirl together
like a kaleidoscope
settling into a new pattern
that blazes in front of her
like a freshly carved trail
gouged into the side of a mountain
winding its way up to the skies
out of sight
but clearly imprinted on her soul
--lml august 2008
wistfully staring out the window
dreaming of different landscapes
of unfamiliar textures and tastes
that makes her senses buzz
astonished by the courage in her soul
that doesn't seem to materialize in the daylight
but draws her, as she lies in the darkness
her heart thumping in anticipation
she finds escape in fantasies
colors and shapes that swirl together
like a kaleidoscope
settling into a new pattern
that blazes in front of her
like a freshly carved trail
gouged into the side of a mountain
winding its way up to the skies
out of sight
but clearly imprinted on her soul
--lml august 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Asphalt Heat
The road, like my lover,
seduces me with its
smooth, taut surface.
With those sleek curves
that I ride,
undulating underneath me,
I caress each slope and valley.
Nestling myself in deeply,
the tangled limbs lie
like ribbons of highway,
spread out before me.
Waiting to be discovered.
I breathe in deeply
the intoxicating musk
of pleasure and freedom.
- LML July 2008
seduces me with its
smooth, taut surface.
With those sleek curves
that I ride,
undulating underneath me,
I caress each slope and valley.
Nestling myself in deeply,
the tangled limbs lie
like ribbons of highway,
spread out before me.
Waiting to be discovered.
I breathe in deeply
the intoxicating musk
of pleasure and freedom.
- LML July 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
I don't know how parents do it!
A fabulous road trip with the windows open and the tunes blasting.
The hustle and bustle of a very busy household.
Huge hugs and spontaneous kisses from three loveable munchkins.
Cool lake water and excited screams after my arms launch them into the air.
Sticky chocolate fingers after eating Dr. Mike's famous ice cream.
Playing tag in the evening before dinner and making sure to run faster than the mosquitos.
The collection of all the towels and blankets in the house to build the best fort in the basement.
Hours creating pictures and art of swirls and cobras and the adventures of horses and princesses.
Watching one horse rider master her posting trot and jumping position.
Sitting on the patio with delicious dark, strong coffee in the mornings.
A rousing game of scrabble!
Watching Harry Potter all cuddled up on the couch.
Snapping pictures of the girls and capturing them in the moment: one with a snorkel and mask on her face.
Winding down before bed with freshly washed hair tickling my nose as I lean in for a kiss.
Starting it all again with the sun rise.
What a weekend!
The hustle and bustle of a very busy household.
Huge hugs and spontaneous kisses from three loveable munchkins.
Cool lake water and excited screams after my arms launch them into the air.
Sticky chocolate fingers after eating Dr. Mike's famous ice cream.
Playing tag in the evening before dinner and making sure to run faster than the mosquitos.
The collection of all the towels and blankets in the house to build the best fort in the basement.
Hours creating pictures and art of swirls and cobras and the adventures of horses and princesses.
Watching one horse rider master her posting trot and jumping position.
Sitting on the patio with delicious dark, strong coffee in the mornings.
A rousing game of scrabble!
Watching Harry Potter all cuddled up on the couch.
Snapping pictures of the girls and capturing them in the moment: one with a snorkel and mask on her face.
Winding down before bed with freshly washed hair tickling my nose as I lean in for a kiss.
Starting it all again with the sun rise.
What a weekend!
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