Spasmically Perfect | If You Don't Like The View, Change Your Angle

Posted by Spaz on Feb 20, 2012

Kindness

Woke up this morning, somewhere in between excitement and anxiety. It is Monday and with that a new week of opportunities, a new risk of failing. A word slowly emerges from deep within like the sun from behind the horizon, first gentle and warm then increasing its light: Kindness. This is what I wish for this week. Kindness for my inner child, my body, my mind, the people around me, the earth on which I...

Posted by spasmicallyperfect on Feb 17, 2012

The moon in my Window

Some nights I count the waves the moon draws on my bed sheet until I drown in yesterday’s waters. On those same nights there will come a time when my window can no longer hold the circle of light leaving behind nothing but darkness. I’ll be far away by then, floating somewhere in between my subconscious and the secret corners of my dreams. But for now, I take one long look at the beauty of her...

Posted by spasmicallyperfect on Feb 16, 2012

The Light behind the Shadows

I once knew this child Whose temper was mild Despite the loud laughter Of those who were after Her eccentric views, Misused to amuse. She sat alone at times of play dreaming of a future day And with very focused look scribbled in her little book Truths her open heart collected Along the path her peers rejected. While on school days I did never Sundays we would sit together As if only then I’d...

Posted by spasmicallyperfect on Feb 14, 2012

Valentine’s red

Rainy and gray day, with a hint of Valentine’s red, wet shoes and wind-styled hair, no smiles on the street except for the people who still see beauty, in sharing an umbrella with good company. After a while we split, and I carry it alone, wonder how she did it, Mary Poppins I mean, I can hardly hold on, not to mention fly away, too strong the wind, too weak my hand, and nothing of Julie...

Posted by spasmicallyperfect on Feb 12, 2012

Nature’s Real Estate

We’ve reduced trees to accessorizing our streets, Where once open fields grew our daily bread Concrete littered with metal on wheels has taken over, And nobody seems to mind. Just a week has passed since my last ride on this train, Enough time to rip up three football fields of green Leaving behind a gaping brown wound on which Heavy machinery keeps scratching deeper, emitting grey clouds. Why can’t I...

Posted by spasmicallyperfect on Feb 11, 2012

Dance of Words

How often Have you seduced me With your gentle flow Of possibilities. How often Have I stumbled Over insecurities Of not doing you justice? But like any Everlasting love affair We are forever And will forever be A dance of words that paint my...

Posted by Spaz on Feb 10, 2012

Magical Moments

Some moments are better left secret with no words to replicate their purity, no image to match their beauty, no close enough heart to feel their power. And yet, we tell the story anyhow - desperate to relive it, anxious to feel alive, wanting to reconnect the past with the present. We can’t ever reach the same satisfaction, in fact, as the words stumble from our lips, it feels like betrayal, and robs...

Posted by spasmicallyperfect on Feb 1, 2012

How does one work when…..

……your entire body is longing for things like - sun on my face - wading up a stream - dancing beneath a sprinkler - people-watching on a patio while sipping Sangria - Huckleberry Fin-type straw hats - running bare foot on grass and then collapsing, lying there and not having to go anywhere - having your lower back tickled with a flower - …… The list goes on and on. So, how...