Feminine Testosterone

Caterpillar days past. Butterfly dreams. Emerging from the chrysalis.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Pandora's Box

Its another situation where you think you have successfully scored a prize, however the prospects of it arent completely secured. Either there is a technical problem in the way which prevents your access, or in my case, the prize might not have even been there for the taking in the first place.

Its so near and yet so far. Why do people need to make empty promises to others when things are even one step away from the definitive? Or, is the situation of miscommunication to blame? The way i see it now, it is better to hope for the best and expect the worst. I could call incessantly all i want to demand that the prize be handled over at the risk of getting on nerves that could sting me in future, or i could sit and wait on eternity for it to drop on my lap.

I should know better, things dont happen that way. I basically worked and networked my way through, although somewhat aimlessly, to attain that prize. It is mine and it rightfully belongs to me. I as the recepient, demand an explanation. I should be a bitch and start making calls, while sounding totally sweet on the phone, that they would be forced to rethink the situation. The whole problem is that no one is making a decision, maybe thats what the problem lies with- no one really wants to jump the gun and decide.

For more than my whole life I think I would have wanted a prize like this. I have dreamt about it, I have fantasised about it and I would want this more than any prospect at this point. I think of this prize like a pandora's box, that eventually nurtures an even juicier pandora's box inside.

Life should always be of pandora's boxes. It mirrors the nature of my life.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

captured in a moment


























Thursday, September 14, 2006

i wanna drift


michael buble - sway

when marimba rhythms start to play
dance with me, make me sway
like the lazy ocean hugs the shore
hold me close, sway me more

like a flower bending in the breeze
bend with me, sway with me
when we dance you have a way with me
stay with me, sway with me

other dancers may be on the floor
but my eyes will see only you
only you have that magic technique
when we sway i go weak

i can hear the sound of violins
long before it begins
make me thrill as only you know how
sway me smooth, sway me now

Monday, September 04, 2006

The Frog

The Frog

Could we but have one moment?
To stand amongst Princes of station
A tension locked in gaze
My words retort to your charm
By the breath of yours at my temple
The synergy of our attraction holds still
That those around are intrigued
By the enrapture of our souls

Bid me adieu, maybe goodbye
Still our eyes fixed in gaze
The halting of our hearts
Sweetens the paucity of time
And may I depart from you
Leaving the the scarlett of my kiss