My Perfect, Darling Cat :)

For my best friend :)

music in the steam :)

Beauty Everywhere

i see musical notes hold hands and french kiss under moonlight

i see frozen waterfalls dance in my rear view mirror

i see waves crash against golden sand, sketching sensual rivulets into the Little Rock’s

all of this, and i still can’t find love?

I am once again posting a picture of my fireplace

rainy day

I saw a flower today...

Jazz is Like Glass and Yarn

Cutting quick and deep

Sharp melodies

Sassy tones

At times smoother than cream

In a rich cup of coffee

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Notes, unseen

Cascade down the blank page

Of a musicians mind

Spilling out clear and sweet

Softer than snow blanketing a bungalow

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Chords, a medium to be measured with infinity

Spinning eigth notes like cotton on a spindle

Pricking your eardrums with phat, coordinated rhythms

Low and as thick as molasses

Higher than the moon

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Fuzzy, soft and neat brushes lightly caresss the snare

Chunk, Chunk, Chunk the constant thrum of the guitar

Propelling the group as the bulky anchor, the bass

Crystal tones, loud and bossy, the trumpet commands

The saxophone pleads mournfully to be heard, like a lost colour in an intarsia pattern

up in the mountains

A Day in the Park

We sing the song of a much simpler life

The one we wish to take back

But the line to that is slashed by a knife

Yet hopeless, we try to attack

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To retrieve all the chances not taken

To relive memories that cannot be bought

Of made-up play houses and sizzling bacon

Of lessons learned and some that were not

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We have grown and matured with little restriction

Forgetting to hold most things that are dear

We chase after big dreams and goals with conviction

Neglecting our friends, family and home with fear

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So take time to respect the good old days

When you yearn to spend time in your childish ways

Cigarette Smoke

I breathe in your words like cigarette smoke

I’ve never smoked ever but this must be what it’s like

It’s stings my throat and singes my tongue with sweet burning flavour

I’ve inhaled so much second-hand smoke from being a third wheel

This has to be what it’s like

I love it

The sweet smokiness

It’s like having a part of you inside me

Closer to my heart

Eating away at my lung tissue

A disease that I welcome with a greedy breath

I love you

I mumble through the smoke

I love you

But it was a lie