miss u ?
Lost in a labyrinth of lonely.
and.
Longing to linger and loiter in your laughter again.
At times you may feel my emotional lexicon is lacking
and.
I am tired of trying to total these thoughts:
….. with the miniscule mouthing of “miss you”
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The Dictionary is our Kama Sutra…
my “favoritest” poem ever, ever, ever, ever, ever… hope you good glittery folks feel the same…. also a grautitous alise pictue…. because it’s my blog and i can do that, lol…
Please refer to me as a sexy nerd….
Attracted to the utterances of the likeminded …..
I am enchanted by creative expression
… simply said words turn me on…
The foreplay of your witty banter nibbles on my ears…
Arousing me with adjectives
…..seducing with syllables,
Don’t get me wrong: I do enjoy the emotions in your hearts ocean,
but best believe the size of your word power matters…
You penetrate me intellectually ,
And my mind wraps around you.
Expressing yourself in postions I never imagined.
The dictionary is our kama sutra.
Poetry is our candlelight.
You illuminate the deepest caverns of my mind.
Conversation is our bedroom …..
I am not intimidated by intelligence,
In fact I want to be immersed in it,
Inundated until I explode….
I scream out analogies and idioms…
I pulsate with multiple eargasms
And after you cuddle me new concepts…
Lighlty stroke my face with similies
Protecting me in the arms of your prose…
And we slowly slip into a smalltalk slumber
—-Naturally Alise, 2006
Performance Report
The show went fabulous, I did two pieces, the one I told you all about in the last post and one of my favorites, “Love at first sight”, which I will bless you with at the end of this blog, along with an audio version. The night was bittersweet, but I am too emotional right now to even touch that, but someone will be missed, even though he will be returning with great stories, many that I will be transcribing to the world Project:Roam, and coming back to me…… Thanks for listening and reading, it means a lot. Pictures from the show coming soon.
“Love at first sight…..”
I walked in and you caught my eye
It was as if your divine beauty relentlessly pursued my optic nerve just to give you a second glance.
My heart skipped a beat…
Your hip hop track of life infiltrated my stone cold heart’s chamber music, and all I could do was try to stay on beat…
You had flown, soared, aviated, ascended, rose, scaled, and climbed to the apex of my sparked interest…
I swear when you spoke you sparked such a pyrotechnic display of smoldering sultriness, that I couldn’t help but sweat you…
I wanted your digits….to figure out the derivative of your good nature, be around to witness the product of your multiplicity of goals, and see how they all add up to make your total package.
I wanted you to do me like poetry, me the paper… and you: the apparatus for the documentation of my inspiration, your ink filling my soul’s empty page….
Oh yeah, nice to meet you……
Can I borrow some of your time,
Just pencil me in,
Actually erase that, ink me in.
So I can see what flows freely from your fountain pen
Color me tickled pink with your mind’s magnificent marker
No need to stay in the lines…
I like surprises on my soul’s empty page
I long to live vicariously through your ballpoint,
So I can trace what lies within you.
Assist in the manifestation of your dreams…
Witness the culmination of your passion.
As you satiate my souls empty page.
Beauiful? YES.
I ran across this video today and cried my eyes out, and not bad tears, just amazed at the fact I for the first time in my life I really do think I am beautiful, like really really believe it, even on my bad days…. plus I am rather emotional this week anyway because a very special friend is leaving on his very special journey and so I am a ball of excited and sad energy….. (translation: a hot mess, lol) So enjoy the video and also a totally unrelated poem from 7/9/08 that I am working on memorizing for a show tomorrow… wish me luck! Thanks for stopping by!
Dear You,
I appoint your hands to be poet laureate of my pleasure
Your palms have a penchant for pretty purring places….
Possessing the precision to palm my posterior perfectly
Without pause pinpointing the position to provide plentiful passion
Pardoning ecstasy from prudish prisons
Rewarded with praises of pouring potions….
I’m amazed at appendages administering attitude adjustments….
Multi-tasking hands that manipulate moods…..
Manual motivation is a motherf…
Mmmmmmm…..
Transcendent touches that tempt transgressions told only in Tantric texts………
Expert extremities excavating erogenous….
….treasure*…
Funny how five fingers can flip frowns
…… and hold tight to fragile flower frames never fracturing the foliage
…..and find flows…
……by forging through fortresses of fear to open floodgates….
……..devising devilish deeds to leave me drowning
in
dripping
dreams
of
diligent digits delivering doses of delight ,
Damn!
I digress. ….
Tangibly Yours,
Alise*