Uninvited

'Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me.
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you... you're not allowed
You're UNINVITED
An unfortunate slight...'

Clouds

'But now they only block the sun,
They rain and snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way.
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow
IT'S CLOUD ILLUSIONS I RECALL
I really don’t know clouds at all.'

The Lost Song

'I had nine lives but I lost all of them...
And I've been searching the night
And I've been searching in the rain
I tried to find them but they disappeared
They walked away, they dressed in black
They left my side and all I say
Is that I WASTED TIME when I looked for them...
For now I know that things gone past
Are never to be found again,
No, never never again...
I had nine lives but I LOST ALL OF THEM.'

My Favorite Mistake

The first one came… And it was all I needed, at least at that moment. It was great... first few encounters, jokes, songs, tickling... and that was it. I fell. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I fell. I did what I was told. I let myself carried away. Unfortunately, and here comes the sad part, I fell alone. And there was no one there to catch me and break my fall. And I don’t know how many signs a person needs in order to realize that some things just weren’t meant to be. I sure know I need a lot of them.
Then the next one came… and there was more action than I'd hoped for. Or dreamed of. It was exactly what I needed, again, at that particular time. But that was that. Only action. Nothing more, nothing less.
The third one came right after it. But I knew it was no good. For I had received the same crazy suggestion… to let myself carried away. But this one knew my first and when I said that I had received the same ‘friendly advice’, this one said that I it must have been swept away by a tornado… or a tidal wave. The perfect storm. Yes, I admitted. Because it blasted me… it shattered me into pieces and it will take some time until I’m ready to believe again.
But the forth one... Oh, the forth one... came all over me... all I needed, and some more. The question remains in my head, though... Is this enough to get me through the day? Because for all I care… It might just do the trick. I want to believe… and it all sounds too good to be true, that’s what scares me. But I also need TIME.

You're THE STORM

'I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
You steal my lines
And you strike me dumb
Come raise your flag upon me

'Cause you're the storm that I've been needing
And all this peace has been deceiving
I need some wind to get me sailing
So it's the storm that I believe in



And if you want me
I'm your country...'

Cows In Art Class

"good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen
and when it does
it doesn't
always last.
man is
more stable:
if he's bad
there's more chance
he'll stay that way,
or if he's good
he might hang
on,
but a woman
is changed
by
children
age
diet
conversation
sex
the moon
the absence or
presence of sun
or good times.
a woman must be nursed
into subsistence
by love
where a man can become
stronger
by being hated.
..."

by Charles Bukowski

Yesterday

'After careful consideration and many sleepless nights, here's what I've decided. There's no such thing as a grown-up. We move on, we move out, we move away from our families and form our own. But the basic insecurities, the basic fears and all those old wounds just grow up with us. We get bigger, we get taller, we get older. But, for the most part, we're still a bunch of kids, running around the playground, trying desperately to fit in.

I've heard that it's possible to grow up, I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way. We whisper secrets with our best friend, in the dark. We look for comfort where we can find it. And we hope against all logic, against all experience. Like children, WE NEVER GIVE UP HOPE.'

(GA, s02, ep18)

Enough Is Enough(?)

'I have an aunt who whenever she poured anything for you, she would say “Say when!” My aunt would say “Say when!” and, of course, we never did. We don’t say when because there’s something about the possibility of more.
More tequila,
more love,
more anything.
MORE IS BETTER.

There’s something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say when. I think it’s a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It’s entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being poured.
Sometimes all we want is a taste.
Other times there’s no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless.
ALL WE WANT, IS MORE.'

(GA, ep02, s02)

Feel Like Makin' Love

'Baby, when I think about you
I think about love.
Darlin, couldn't live without you
And your love.

If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you
In the heavens
And feel it dyin (dyin, dyin) all the way'