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| january 31 |
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(between friends...)
she - gee, tell me something you "know, for sure".
me - ... something I "know, for SURE"? hmmmm.... (pause) the only thing I "know, for sure" is that
I don't know a damn thing "for sure"...
xoxo,
gee
| january 30 |
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I
miss
you
already...
xoxo,
gee
| january 29 |
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"The work of art which I do not make, none other
will ever make." - Simone Weil
| january 28 |
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*s*n*o*w*d*a*y*
no work
no school
no sight
of the ground
the world
outside my window
sleeps today
underneath
a white, snowy blanket
it's freezing
out there
thank god
it's warm
in here
xoxo,
gee
| january 27 |
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"...let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding
of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate
love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the
beloved in your heart and a song of praise
upon your lips."
(from The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran)
| january 26 |
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me - I know... silly me.... silly gee. But I WANT to be silly. I don't need any of this to make sense. I don't need for things
to be more practical or reasonable...
he - I want you to be as silly and unreasonable as you can be or ever have been. I don't need for things to be normal.
Let's keep it strictly oddball.
me - You inspire me to soar to new heights of unreasonable silliness... "normal" has never come easy to me...
"oddball" is a piece of cake.
xoxo,
gee
| january 25 |
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beloved lover
I see you here,
invisible
I hear your whispers,
silent
tonight, I will bathe
in the light of you
and become
intoxicated
by the essence of you
my beloved,
I surrender
to you
tonight,
I am yours...
xoxo,
gee
| January 24 |
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I sleep on a cloud . . .
drifting
through dreams
reserved
for you
my love,
just call
out to me
and
I
will
come
to you
when I do, wrap
yourself around me, cradle me
in the warmth
of you
and
carry
me
home
xoxo,
gee
| January 23 |
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I am
falling
falling
falling
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
please
catch me
so that
I may
catch my
breath
xoxo,
gee
| january 22 |
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"but I'm NOT dreaming..."
I say, a second time
you spin me
around and kiss my cheek
"are you sure?"
you ask
I laugh...
"absolutely not."
xoxo,
gee
| january 21 |
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I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.
(rumi)
xoxo,
gee
| january 20 |
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t h i s
i n t e r n e c i n e
r a c e
nobody won
they have all
gone home
now
look around
there is
nobody here
to blame
or punish
there is no such thing
as justice
it's
just us...
xoxo,
gee
| january 19 |
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where are you, gee...?
you ask
here, I say...
I am here... quietly here...
is there something wrong...
did I say something...
what happened, gee?
you ask...
I close my eyes
and exhale,
slowly
softly
sometimes,
often times
the only place I am able
to hear
the harmony
is within
the silence
xoxo,
gee
| january 18 |
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Here, in my sacred space...
I will hold you close
as if for the first time
as if for the last time
ohhh, my love...
until
next
time...
xoxo,
gee
| january 17 |
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let me taste you...
drink you
savor every drop
of you
your essence
and mine, combined
playfully sliding
across my tongue,
dancing a smile
across my face
ohhh, my love...
fill my belly
fill my soul
xoxo,
gee
| january 16 |
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to my goddess, my god
you are...
my reason, my
cause and effect, my
before, during, and after
my silent mystery, my
echoed understanding
you are the flash of hope
in this twisted soul
you are the inspiration
in the mind of this dreamer
you are my weary sigh, my
jaded exhale
you are my stolen moment of pleasure, the
constant ache in my heart
you are the wine on my lips, the
look in my eyes
you are my wonder, my
surprise
you are my joy
you are my pain
you are my tears
you are my laughter
you are nothing
you are everything
you are
me
and you
are
my
beloved
xoxo,
gee
| january 15 |
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a prayer
to my goddess, my god, my beloved
may I remember ...
as I accept
this worldly life, I am
accepting you
as I honor this
wondrous earth,
I am honoring you
as I care for
my humble self,
I am caring for you
as I embrace
another,
I am embracing you
as I fall in love,
I am falling in love
with you
xoxo,
gee
| january 14 |
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xoxo,
gee
| january 13 |
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You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
And I'm standing at the crossroads, believe I'm sinking down.
(lyrics by Robert Johnson)
xoxo,
gee
| january 12 |
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I am fucking crazy about you...
either that, or I am just fucking crazy.
quite possibly,
both.
xoxo,
gee
| january 11 |
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on this day,
I am vital
I am gentle
I am genuine
I am graceful
I am heart
I am soul
I am me
I am Gee
xoxo,
gee
| january 9 |
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I turn to him with tears,
and ask,
"Is 'what-it-was'
now 'less-than-it-was'
simply because it
'no-longer-is'...?"
He smiles
and whispers,
"My darling,
that is only for you
to decide..."
xoxo,
gee
| january 8 |
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ohhhhhhh fuck.
| january 7 |
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* U * G * L * Y *
let me look at you
let me see you
take it off
all of it
and show me
the side
you hide
then, if you will,
allow me to stand here
for a moment,
bare,
knee deep
in my filth
here,
gritty and sticky,
I will smile at you
maybe here
you will find yourself smiling
back at me
maybe here,
together,
we can watch in wonder
as the ugliness
transforms into
a
genuine
radiance...
xoxo,
gee
| january 6 |
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"You look like a boy..."
Me - What, Sophie...? I look like a boy?
Sophie - Umm... (*giggle*) yes, a BOY. In that hat, you silly goose.
Me - Ohhh... thanks for clarifying.
Sophie - It's ok, though. You only look like a boy when you wear that hat. That's the ONLY time.
Me -- Ok, dear. Got it. Thanks.
(pause...)
Sophie -- At least you look like a PRETTY boy...
Me -- (*sigh*)
| january 5 |
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It's past midnight...
and yet,
I wander and roam
from room to room...
this house
has me under
her spell
captivated
how I love her
for this
xoxo,
gee
| january 4 |
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remember...
"...if I can
remember
to know this will
conquer me
if I can
just walk alone
and try to escape
into me..."
(lyrics to "Remember" by "Disturbed")
xoxo,
gee
| january 3 |
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every
day,
I
play...
xoxo,
gee
| january 2 |
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maryjanes
some days,
I am
a woman
in little girl shoes
other days,
I am
a little girl
in grown-up shoes
silly, silly me,
silly, silly gee...
xoxo,
gee
| january 1 |
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I'm just another outerspace hobo
living by the code . . .
wander often
peek inside
tip it over
dump it out
sniff through it
scratch your head
and wonder
( a lot )
play like you're nine
eat dessert first
say thank you
and, if you feel like it,
go ahead and wipe your mouth
on your sleeve
( enthusiastically, of course )
happy-happy 2005...
xoxo,
gee
"I'd rather be hated for who I am,
than loved for who I am not."
( - Kurt Cobain )
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