Original Poems (11/11)

The Lesson - K.G.

To grow is to stumble.

Warm hands that smell of love and hope

Pull you to your rise,

As hands of betrayal and unrequited love

Pull you to your fall.

Split, down the center;

Not symmetrically, but jaggedly.

Courage and time, the needle and thread of life,

Sew together the lessons learned,

Leaving behind patches of proof

That to live is to dream, struggle, and learn.

Lady Music - K.G.

She is sultry, warm, and enchanting. 

She rocks your soul 

And chronicles your life. 

Her melody and rhythm cast an entrancing spell.

Ivories tickled, chords strummed,

Big bands and big voices;

Smokey bars filled with jazz and magic.

You are caught in her rapture. 

Sixth Sense - K.G.

Memories of him dance behind my senses;
Fragments of a shattered and hazy dream.

Visions play like a feature film behind my eyes
Of limpid pools the color of envy
That used to look into me, and now look through me.

Salty, sweet kisses that shocked my taste buds to life
And ran slowly, like syrup, through my veins,
As I devoured the candy-coated undoing.

Whispered words of passion and awakening
Out of a mouth carved from perfection,
Withholding secrets of devastation.

Diving into the smell of comfort and the familiar.
Wrapped in a scent that lingers upon my skin
Like early morning dew.

To feel all at once; to feel nothing at all.
Caresses that produced electricity,
Leave only traces of the storm.

Vent Blog (11/9): Don't Touch My Snacks!

Anyone who knows me knows that I am an avid snacker, I love food, and I am quite the foodie. I can eat my weight in bacon, and my addiction to chocolate could be considered dangerous. If you also throw in the fact that I currently have the metabolism of a Tasmanian Devil, coupled with numerous hours of Modern Dance, you have one hungry lady on your hands. Having said that, I like to eat and snack multiple times a day. However, I was recently reprimanded for eating in my cubicle.

*Mouth dropped, eyes widened*

I was seriously going to town on some pumpkin bread, but I became very moody after this. I had never heard of such a "rule", and not only do I see countless other co-workers eating in their cubes, but the cafeteria offers TO-GO boxes! Where are people eating if they're not taking these boxes back to their desks? The roof? I have started eating larger meals in the cafeteria, but as for the snacks, let's just say there's a reason 'snack' and 'attack' rhyme; don't touch my snacks! Besides, I've been known to beat the system before. *Insert mad scientist laugh here*

'Her' (Original Poem 11/8)

Her - K.G.

I see the way you look at her, 

Past, present, future her, 

In your memories, dreams, and thoughts. 

She drifts, like an eclipse, over our world. 

I no longer have your all because it's divided; 

Not like equations, but hemispheres. 

I see the way you look at her,

And the silence of your gaze is deafening. 

Eyes that glaze with abandon, 

Once colorblind, now filled with hues.

Windows to a soul that used to dance with mine.

Like a shooting star, I too wish to be seen. 

But now, I see the way you look at her, 

Past, present, future her, 

In my memories, dreams, and thoughts.

Sexual Chocolate

No, I'm not referring to the band from "Coming to America" or wrestler Mark Henry's very uncomfortably chosen stage name.

I recently read a fact on Twitter posted by @OMGFactsSex stating that "The same chemical that produces the highs of love and sexual attraction is found also in chocolate." I have heard this before, but I decided to do a little research. Researcher Michael R. Liebowitz first documented, in 1983, that chocolate contains the amine, Phenethylamine, which creates an aphrodisiac-like feeling. According to this research, it's no wonder that chocolate is used as a prelude to many acts of intimacy. Or consider women and men who turn to various forms of chocolate treats (e.g. ice cream, fudge, candy bars, etc.) post break-up. Typically seen as a comforting treat during a nasty bout with sadness, perhaps the comfort also comes into play as an attempt to hold onto the of love that feels as if it has been lost at the end of a relationship. 

According to Lewis' Dictionary of Toxicology, Phenethylamine is also a toxic substance in mistletoe. I find this very interesting and ironic considering the fact that a widely popular Christmas custom is for two people to share a kiss when meeting beneath a hanging piece of mistletoe. Poison and love? Funny, I can't seem to get Bon Jovi's "You Give Love A Bad Name" out of my head.

V for Vendetta

V for Vendetta is an awe-inspiring, brilliant film. It is also one of my favorites. If you have not seen it, it is a must-see. I thought I'd post one of the most vivid and versatile monologues I've heard in a movie. It is also delivered flawlessly by the amazing Hugo Weaving:

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." ~V

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*RABBIT RABBIT* Blogosphere!! Happy November! (Gobble, gobble ;)