Beautiful Cities of North America

When I think of New Orleans, I think beignets, Cafe du Monde, the horses and carriages, the wrought-iron French lace balconies, voodoo dolls and beads, the darkest loveliest cup of coffee ever, One-Eyed Jacks and the prettiest bartender ever, Meghann, and all the sweet spooky intellectuals I met there.

New Orleans wouldn't go down. It had to withstand the force. The sheer amount of haunt kept the heart of that storm away. Sure, the city's been hurt, but not swept away. And it could have happened. Too many good spells and magic keep a place alive. Especially those Rues and Calles in the French Quarter.

San Francisco is beautiful and haunted in a little less of a dark way. She is more full of wind and seagull's cries. She is more cold and alive. New Orleans is more death and dies. But funerals are alive too as we well know. Time is just an illusion. New Orleans makes peace with death and laughs with her poor man's cemetaries and her sweaty pavement heat.

What's It All About?

First and Foremost. Family. It is what we brought to the world we are in. It is the world we were given. It is our souls link, our karma, our own love, our own tree. Look in their eyes. There is a reason they look so much like our own. Isn't that nice? To know you are that close to someone that the actual spark in your eyes looks like theirs?

What will you do with your life? (and what I am doing with mine )

Tick tock tick tock
The clock is going and not waiting!

One life, one chance, what matters to you now? What is success?

ONE * Be a Part of saving our world and not destroying it.
simple. Recycle. Be kind. Be humble. Think of the other humans our actions
directly (or indirectly) affect.
How do I affect my friends and family?
Think of the animals and nature we affect.
How do I affect animals and nature?

ONE* Respect the child you used to be, and still are in many many ways!
(treat others as you would have others treat you)
(treat yourself as if you were the most wonderful innate being ever)
(have regular wondrous and innocent new adventures!)
( Go for the gold! Your dreams can and do come true!)
(We are always as new, just in a different moment, as we were back then.
there are still a thousand million possibilities.
Even if you are 99!
See a new natural phenomenon. Go to a castle. See a movie. Taste a new food.
Kiss a stranger on the cheek. Write a book.)

ONE* Love this gift of life we are so priveleged to receive!
Truly. Every moment, good friend, family member, blue sky, etc. IS ON LOAN! Any moment
it could very well vanish! Be cheerful now and always and show your love, and you will know
that you did your best with your precious life and with the life of your loved ones when the
time comes to say goodbye!

YES, wild Wind.

Yes, Wild Wind
I do summon you now!
You once took my hand,
And the friend in you shall last a lifetime.
We will blow to the tops of golden trees!
We will shine through stars and into mouths of monkeys!
We will sail so far in rags and swim with whales!
We will whip and stroke the sky and all her billows...

I will tiptoe to the balconies of ghost towers.
New York City, Bowery Ballroom, and dance the hours!
I will not give up the vein of blood that haunts!
I will fly like pidgeons spires to rooftops!

Wild wind, there is a spirit stuck in my heart
We are lovers, wind, and never shall we part.
Through to mountains, fog and streetlamps, fire and paper
Oragami cranes that fly behind those vapors.
And in all my mind's wildside imagination
There are spells of heart that come across in tides
They have whispered in my ears the name of you, wind
The wind of timeless kisses love,
The name of passion.

Back to Reality

Of course, you!
Back to reality, here I go.
My dreams had already come true but then I'd forgotten.
Don't tell me who I am.
Don't tell me you're disappointed.
Tis I my friend, whom is disappointed.

My love is as boundless as the sea!
And it goes for an eternity!
So it shall send itself off like Amazing Pilots in tiny jets
Into the eyes of everyone now.

There is no hero here
Only a zero flicker of clear.
And my love flies to every canyon and creek.
To the skyscrapers, pidgeons, palm trees and frozen lakes.

I am my own heroine, dear.
Have heart when I tell you it's the pain that must go.
Not I, I am here.
In my heart I reside.
But knowing your choice
Its as though a green branch has died.
And it still sucks the life,
From my beautiful small tree
Til I cut it off, darlin
Til I hear it hit the ground.

Now, my beautiful darling love
I am free.
You have to let go of me.
You chose that other road
And you can't have both,
You can't not not have me.

I will always love you- FOREVER!
I won't forget the way your eyes search
The way you stop and need to hold my hand
The way I loved you and
The way you could have loved.

It was clear to me.
You are where you want to be.
And my love is here, love.
My love is here.

Setting fire!

Setting fire to the Wind!
I run to the operas, the cameras, the synopsis of my fate!
I am in love with the autumn and she carries me to the gate...
Of all the poetry and song tucked in warm corners
where we huddle,
When the heat no longer drenches our bones and drips
from our heads,
And instead
Hides behind warm glowing windows with faces and notebooks.
We must seek it out,
To conspire for our survival of the Winter.
And we play in the midst of its tiny challenge.
After an overload of the miracle of fire,
We accept the loss with a smile.

And in this modern age I am again my own romantic.
Not scared not scared, just half inspired and frantic
With the love of passion and a love of human nature
And in caves and in creeks to study the wild moving there.

Oh I am the best girl to ever come alive!
I won't give up, and more alive to more alive!
It's taken darkness and it has taken nearly death
But I am so alive right now I am the bridge of every breath!

Real

I forget nothing.
This is not working.
When can I see you?
I miss your smile and your eyes.
Your sweet sweet eyes.
But I will go on now.
And I will go about my life.
There is so much beauty still.
There is so much love around.
It isn't more when you are around.
It is just shared when you are here.
It is just seen when you are here.
It is just that much more real
When you are here.

I am going to sing and act again. In theaters,
On Fall nights I will see people of all the ages.
I am going to work so hard now, and nothing that
mattered to me about being so
wipsy on the wind like a gyspy for pretend
matters
When you are here.
I want to stay where you are.
I do not doubt this will go on.
I love you and it is part magic,
Part creative, and part practical.
One part logic defying mystery,
One part the motivation of sharing creativity
And one part a foundation of stability but challenge.
The only way I,
will ever stay put.

heart of the city to the heart of the forest

I have not spent hours in vain waiting for the ghost of this train to pass me by. I have studied the subtle scents that it would bring and I have traced the shadows on paper time and time again.

And in the heart it is Green! And in the heart it is vast and velvet across the lights of our very modern sky. And in the twinkles of the tiny computers and in the rustle of golden red leaves and in violins and pianos echoing out of warm doorways I have felt it coming. And in the smiling eyes of friends who have given me their love I have felt its promise. And in the heart it is a hope that has no bending or breaking, an unrelenting hope that knows no end and goes on no matter the flying arrows or spears or jeers or countdowns or obstacles.

My heart is the hope that is love, now. I have turned my grey and vicious demons into panting puppies! And instead romance is in a mad swirl of skirts and streets and music and laughter all around me! Dancing out of taxis, running up stairs, crowded in business suits, swimming in the full moon tonight, catching the light on bats under streetlamps, pushing bicycles, blowing through the forest pines. I am back! I am free! I forgot my own favorite part of me!