Like a Bandaid

If I don't do this now, I'll never do it. I keep trying to write a fricken trilogy saga to explain and fill everyone in on all the time missed on this blog but too much has happened that it would end up being a novel if I were to get into serious detail about everything.

So what do I do when I'm stuck? I write a list. And then after that's all off my chest, future blogging will come easier. ok, Here goes:

-I met my true other half, completely by chance. A complete perfect stranger. Right place, right time = right person.
-Had amazing adventures together (and still going!)
-work and more work plus an audition to an acting school in Australia, called back but didn't get in.
-Got engaged, fell pregnant, got married.
-Had a beautiful baby girl who is 6 months old now.
- Now.. I just feel really lucky.

That's it in a seriously small nutshell.

Yup.
X

Golden lyrics for a Golden song

Skinny Love by Bon Iver


Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?


....Goodbye...

The Crying Game

Crying Game
by Kelly B Jones


tonight, i cried.
and I couldn't stop.

I cried for the young man whose pain caused him to gamble his existence.
I cried for all the people that I've hurt and all the people that have hurt me.
I cried of the uselessness of our daily desperations.
I cried of how so much effort can often succumb to nothingness
I cried of words that are too afraid to be uttered out of mere pride.
I cried of my dissatisfaction of my surroundings and my inability to escape them.
I cried for the eyes that have seen things eyes shouldn't.

I cried for the blind man that waits on that bridge everyday.
And of the newborn who sleeps with one foot in a puddle.
And of the lobby lady who hides behind her makeup mask, waiting for someone who never comes.
And for that old man who never needs help. But needs it.

I cried for those who always help others but never themselves.
I cried for the shmoozers and the chasers and the climbers.
I cried for the mother who smiles for her children,
The sister who doesn't recognise her beauty
And for the father with regrets.
I cried of the pathetic existence of myself compared to these warriors.

I cried of - Oh fuck it.

I just wanted to cry.

Taxi Music?

I did my first poetry reading! and it went AWESOMELY.. it felt fantastic..

the theme was Taxi Music.. hmm. so i read my other pieces and then finished with this one..
I wrote this one about 3 hours before the reading. 

xox

Taxi

By Kelly B Jones

This journey begins where mine means to end

A night that seemed a legend, now feels like remorse

The city sun stirs and society’s assembly line sets in motion

Toes sore, eyes tender, ears begging for silence

His vigorous ankle jerks and jabs the auto uncomfortably

The assembly line bends and twists to find freedom

Stomach heaves, temples throb 

Home never seemed so far

And Loneliness never felt so close

Pressing an ear against the glass, wondering how long this’ll last

Giving up breath and accepting the sin

Then a soft whistle, which becomes gradually audible

It is honey over thorns, the sound of the sunrise.

It is the fipple flute, the kluey – ooh through his tattered speakers.

It is Thai, so I know that I’m home.

Thank you Khun Taxi for bringing me there. 

Only They know (still incomplete)

Only They Know By Kelly B Jones


Glass rounded curves decorate their lips and
Lead them onwards into the welcoming black
The warm rumbling and mumbling cocoon
Veers them to a nook where no light can attack

Icy air fondles their pores whilst heated decibels
Penetrate their drums
Little sweet-nothings expel and disperse
Like a tea-dipped biscuit and it’s break-away crumbs

An exchange of looks and a marriage of desire
Allows their fabric makeup to swiftly dissipate
A ratifying twist magnetizes both cores
A Carnal momentum only they could translate.

A quick tug of the neck brings their gazes to the gods
A final pinnacle reached as sensualities flow
Suddenly, a wink of a twinkle from above
She whispers, "They know our secret"
He: "Yes, but only they will know"

I'm on a role...

Expectations of Reconciliation

If I re-enact our first meeting

As if it never wilted

If I can swiftly lift your lips into a smile

With memorable tongue-in-cheek

If I bear gifts and posies and

Poetry and tunes of vintage

If I give you the greatest sunset

Whilst out at sea so that you can have it twice

If I hold you tighter than skin itself

And let go only to reposition our embrace

If I kiss you a hummingbird’s kiss

Where floating for sweetness is a natural occurence

If I bring you the hope that you were missing to

Achieve your eternal ambition

If I obliterate all life’s tyranny

By carving you an uncorrupted path

If I arrive at your company with all these things

Will you still see me as you once saw me before?

Or are these mere expectations of reconciliation


No more.


-KBJ

Something Cute for Someone Special

From The Heart
By Kelly B Jones


You can call me Heart, please meet me in your hand
For that is where I yearn to be and where I’ll always stand.
Be hasty as its urgent, the thing I need to utter
A tip-off to your leniency as you chance to cut her.


Oblivious to our rendezvous, she speaks of you each day
In ways that are magnificent, your weaknesses at bay.
In truth, she says you have none, that you are elite
Your love surges through her blood, that which I gladly beat.


I hope I don’t speak out of term, if I revealed some more
For I feel that you should fully grasp the extent that she adores
She dotes on your need to nurture and your passion to be free
Your eagerness to listen and your sensitivity


Forgive me now I steal away, my poorly power cries
For I tire from pulsing apace as she gazes in your eyes
Rest assured and worry not as resentment holds no existence
I am merely privileged to be of your love’s assistance.






xox