Thursday, May 18, 2006

she was a poem
"she was a poem"

She was a poem that lost her luster,
When her rhyme scheme faded

And freeverse was not her name.

Instead, she was structure and rhythm –
The beauty of strategy and imagination
Conversing through dusk
Like most innocent loves spark.

They shared stories of land’s end
To the journeys of an infinite beyond
Captured in heartbeats and headnods
While music spoke abruptly
Like jungle on a sternum.

The adventures rendered reality when
Exhilaration was purity in a magnifying glass
Tinted of disregard and acceptance.

She spoke with staccato
Each word forgiving their definitions
For being confining
In a zero-gravity vacuum.
I read her lips, because I could not hear,
But she was still sweet
And eloquent.

When she released her gracious sighs
On long afternoons and sleepless nights
When coffee played second fiddle
To infatuation,
The insides vibrated and the soul,
While still dancing in an aural plane,
Freed his inhibitions
And breathed
In.

She was an era,
A moment in time engrained
By every piece of sand that built
The foundation of resonance.
She stays
Even though
She’s gone.

Rewritten in the spite of forgetting.

Unclaimed in the scorn of misrecognition.

She was a poem – as artistic as the muse’s breath.
She was,
But is no longer.

- 5/18/06

Ulam cooked @ 4:13 PM

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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

simple random sampling
1) driving to work today, this dude in a Toyota Matrix (somewhat rocketed out) was tailgating me on the frickin' on-ramp when there were two other people in front of me. granted, he didn't look angry - just stupid. anyway, he was driving like an ass for the next 1/2 mile to this sharp curve onramp to another freeway. So, this guy's a budding "racer" - at least for show. He sped up on the curve, totally farting aka weak exhaust making a weak and irritating sound, he could barely outrun me when I had a slow car in front of me and I was still in 5th gear at about 2 on my rpm scale. TOYOTA MATRIX! Corolla's weren't made to race. You know what? I'm going to buy a Kia whatever and dress that up pretty.

BTW, here's a link for a Road Rage questionaire: http://www4.semo.edu/snell/Research/study9.htm

2) Talking to Art the other day about college life gave me an ego boost. Why I've become more socially akward these past few years, I don't know - but I need to grab that confidence and fly!

3) The Sharks game on Monday night - especially during the infamous 5-on-1 penalty kill - was frickin nuts. Nuckin Futs in fact! Go Sharks!

4) WTF? Fandango - the stupid and somewhat racist paper bag puppet company - is selling BASEBALL tickets now?

5) I was at a wedding the other day for Rho and Ed and there was a speech by the Matron of Honor - and I forgot the line now, but paraphrased it discussed the first was the last, the first is the most (talking about love now) - and it made me think. Yet, since then, specifically with last weekend and especially talking to some non-single folks telling me they can live "vicariously" through me (even though I'm not much of a bachelor - more like available by default) it changed my mind again about "settling" down - or at least going somewhat sideways or backwards (which in the end) trying to reignite any type of new love with and a past flame would be - going sideways or backwards.

6) I notice that most of my posts on this blog relate to some "what happened?" type of feelings - and though the sentiment persists - shouldn't I be saying "what's next?"

7) As much as it sucked that I couldn't seen the historic 714 by Bonds in person, I couldn't really hate Juan Pierre for what he did. It was a good solid baseball play. And to tell you the truth, though the roids and the hubbub over them have been completely overblown, the tarnish really is there. Bonds could hit 714 and the park wasn't FULL even on a fundraiser night. Plus, the Cubs fans were out there with a lot of energy. Sadly, though I don't believe the bullshit from the apologists (ie: that Bonds really didn't know he was taking roids), Bonds is completely a scapegoat to baseball's (and pro sports') internal problems. The more folks beat on him (because he in fact is a cheater and an asshole), the more the other side of the fence will defend him (because he is in fact hated more because he's a cocky black man about to break the sacred white man's record and he's a scapegoat because so many other players were juicing at the same time). Both sides are right and wrong simultaneously. Even more sad, though badly veiled and contrived attempts by media and "baseball fan" defending him, no one really cares about Hank Aaron - THE REAL RECORD HOLDER - and that's plain bullshit. But then again, I guess if your first love was the smartest, the funniest, the sexiest, the epitome of your hottest and greatest love somehow broke up with you - the next equally (or maybe even better love) probably wouldn't ever live up to the first. Still, though, we're talking about records - and Babe Ruth's doesn't matter anymore because Hank Aaron owns the record. Legend status? Hank Aaron's never going to hold that torch and neither will Bonds even if he does hit 1,000 homers and his innocence is proven. Baseball is the (white) house that (white) Babe built. And on a slight tangent: KOBE WILL NEVER BE JORDAN. Whether that's fair or not - but no matter how Jordan could keep his ills hidden better than Kobe - he still wouldn't have put up only 3 shots (two of them 3s) if his team was down by 30 or 60 or 200. Fuck Kobe. I used to defend that guy.

8) Irony or stupidity? In the 80s/90s Rick Adelman coached some successful Trailblazers teams only to be fired and then replaced by a less successful PJ Carlisimo. Adelman moved onto the Warriors before he was fired only to be replaced by PJ Carlisimo. Now that Adelman's been fired from Sacramento, a few names have popped up as top candidates to replace him. The first being Don Nelson. One of the other names? PJ Carlisimo. Hee hee. The Maloofs should sign up Spree for a 1 year contract then sign up with ESPN for a season of "The Season". Beautiful.

9) Irony or ignorance? The Philadelphia fans putting up a sign in an attempt to scorn Barry that read: "The Babe did it with hot dogs and beer. Hank did it with Class". Now, the hot dogs and beer message is fairly noted. But CLASS??? Philly sports fans calling someone else classless?

Ulam cooked @ 11:46 AM

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