Episode 452 The Seasons Always Changed With You part II
An episode of Naked Poetry
By Adèle Genèvieve Elysée
About
Hi, my name is Adele Elysée. Come for the experience, stay for the hypnosis. Tell me how long you stayed in the vortex. See you there.
Hi, my name is Adele Elysée. Come for the experience, stay for the hypnosis. Tell me how long you stayed in the vortex. See you there.
Dear Narcissist: You Can't Forget Someone Who Is Above You
This piece has two parts. Part one being a direct answer to someone I was interested in asking me "How Will You Be?" Part two is a direct response to me figuring out who they truly were--a dangerously covert narcissist who I found out was guilty of things unimaginable. I did not know what to do with the feelings so I turned some of them into art that you can listen to--and hopefully may help you.
Be sure to leave me a Voicemail message so I can get back to you. Thanks so much for listening.
05:48
November 18, 2019
EP 505: "After the Music"
This is what happens when I listen to a hell-of-an Album
07:24
August 2, 2019
Because Sometimes We Don’t Feel Seen and She Made Me Feel Seen
When was the last time someone made you feel seen? Leave me a VM.
01:00
June 21, 2019
Hint of Joy
This is called "Hint of Joy" with a song I wrote, produced/performed called, "Cold."
02:24
June 18, 2019
When Melania Trump copied Michelle Obama's Speech (You Can't Plagiarize Grace)
Multi-layered, polyphasic and Pining and prying, poetic blunder hilariously binding--to him? I'm a super magnet. Always shining multiphase personality brought to tears by the sound of a skeptic but O, if you could HEAR the music wanted to tell her you have the diction of a Ballet dancer was brought to tears by the tips of toes even asleep, I'm so graciously aware of the sight of your smile-- the height of your interest! It was the INTENSITY of your intention... like when Melania Trump copied Michelle Obama's homework... wanted to scream O Melania, you can't plagiarize
Grace.
This is stream of consciousness -- freedom at its finest -- poetry at its most vulnerable -- singing at its smallest ping ponging with the unstoppable Heart.
01:26
June 7, 2019
Goal: to trigger a picture
These are the best of the VM’s I have gotten. Sometimes it’s so nice to hear yourself from another person’s perspective. I have infinite gratitude for all my listeners but today I wanted to share these few. I had chills listening to some of them. Enjoy and leave a VM for me after you listen. You never know where it’ll land. Cant wait to reply.
02:36
May 22, 2019
VOICE M’S OF THE DAY + a bonus poem!
In this episode I highlight some of my favorite voicemails on my station that people have sent in that have brought me joy or made me smile. I’ll also includ my poem entitled, “Daddy” which I wrote for my father when I first got to California because I was missing him and seems to be allowing other people to miss their loved ones and remember and love and persist. Thanks for listening.
06:09
April 23, 2019
"Book of Longing" - EP 499
"But why do you lean me here
Lord of my Life
Lean me at this table
in the middle of the night
wondering
how to be Beautiful."
03:44
April 14, 2019
Fire Tomb
Tell your Cleopatra to keep it down.
Build her walls tall and act weak.
Cover everything but her mouth
and make her speak
make her breathe.
She carries your screams in her lungs.
She carries your breath in her fire tomb
there’s one flower left there’s one
flower left there’s one
leaf left it left a mark it left
a mark now she’s in love with you.
00:31
November 9, 2018
Emit
What will upset me the most when I
perish will not be the blinding white light.
Or the horror filled awe-struck current that seals me.
Or the heaviness of stone on top of me.
Or the lack of breadth and breath in my bones.
Or the amount of time it takes for my soul to circle all
the way back. Or the direction they send me. Or the moments
I will be forced to interact with again. Or the
goodbye sonnets I will have to emit.
Or my last heart twitch. No.
It will be the thought of losing your Touching.
Not ever being able to see your Glow. It will be the mist in my eyes.
Your mist. Your crying eyes trying to find me.
Only I won’t even know where I went.
It will be the glimpses of me you see in our angels -
The reflection of us in our true-blue Christmas lights.
The time you ran over to kiss me good-nighttime.
All of the ink ribbons I left behind…My typewritten letter to you.
The way you will want to depart. But do not do this to me, beauty, love of all
my lifetime. I implore you.
I will meet you back where we began--
No need to worry--I have your fingerprint memorized in case I’m ever asked
to sketch it. Or if I should get so lonely here I can build a part of you to hold
onto.
02:12
November 7, 2018
Don't Close Your Eyes So Soon
Ma’am, ma’am. I understand you’re having a bad day. Kicked full of scrabble she’d mount the wiser offer.
O, buzz off.
Ma’am--- ma’am, I just-- haven’t got the words today. Ma’am? Just take the daisies. I spent all afternoon dusting the petals. Ma’am?
You see, I, I, I, accidentally sold my lunch money. As a matter of fact-- I spent all afternoon dusting these petals. Ma’am? You see, these flowers come from a long line of fury, ma’am. I sure hope we can come to an understanding. Ma’am, ma’am, please don’t cry, your day will come true, don’t close your eyes so soon. Ma’am?
I picked these just for you. Don’t close your eyes too soon. Ma’am, my hands hurt. My skin dresses down like a sun-fueled moon, ma’am? I know what it feels like. I know what it feels like to watch a day break into pieces, and then have people stare at you like you broke it. But ma’am... you didn’t break it and you are not broken. Ma’am? Let’s gather the pieces together, alright? 1, 2, at the count of three. Fold into the pieces that you were. 1, 2, 3. Ma’am? Ma’am? Don’t close your eyes too soon. Don't close your eyes so soon.
01:59
November 7, 2018
What I Learned From Talking To One Stranger Every Day
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03:01
August 11, 2018
Episode 456 To Beauty:
I see rings– love is coming. And I am running after love, come slowly. You are diamond. You are dream. You are a matchless utopia, no room for any silence. I know that I must speak. because You, my love, surpass beauty.
00:31
August 4, 2018
Episode 450 The Why I Wrote It Segment/ Plane Crash
This is an episode where I explain why I would write this poem. And then I play the actual poem.
08:34
July 26, 2018
Episode 436 Visuals
I tear at the structure of heartache.
I tear at the hesitance of bees before they sting you.
I tear at the hat on the wall.
Mechanistic animals.
Paint on lovely stones.
Love thy love thy love thy song.
The 24-hour song you are.
01:03
July 12, 2018
Dear Phoenixgirl
Dear phoenix girl, If I’m the bomb…
you are the row
of flowers that
bloom in the after.
Unrecognizable beauty.
You are the tenth cloud!
The whole of the story, the sound
a breath makes,
the passion stuck to a page
I bet your novels taste like visionaries
who cross-bred with fate while holding
their own heartbeats.
00:28
July 10, 2018
I’m Addicted To Euphoria
Call me, I’m problematic. I love problems. I’m an addict for you .I’m an addict for the euphoric. I’m addicted to euphoria. We are God’s Perfect Mistake. We are Goddesses. Draw us in gold. We hold lightning in our hands and thunder in our knees. We are a certain kind of problem, officer. But we get most of it out by the shoreline in the morning. But it comes back come night time. Call be, babe, you’re the only one who knows.
00:46
July 10, 2018
Twelve Lines
Listen.
Cut the linguistic tropes already.
If I hear one my cliche
I’m gonna shave my head into twelve lines die ‘em with bleach and tide then I’m gonna make you view yourself from the sidelines til you forget you have a face. Listen. If I SEE one more Tesla X——I might have to buy one.
00:24
July 10, 2018
Gold Dust
When I unearthed her, her eyes were closed in a sacred blink.
I dusted her lips with gold and whispered,
"You are gorgeous in pieces."
I saw every bone, her very own ivory keys.
I whispered, "You are gorgeous in pieces."
You are gorgeous in pieces. That was when I noticed.
That was the ring.
I thought I lost it in my oldest home
after I gave birth to my Eldest son
on the top were two lions
jaws open wide
I loved that ring.
I loved that ring.
00:58
July 10, 2018
And I'll Go - III
And then I'd pop two balloons outside of your ears so that you could hear the sound I think every sentence should make. POP goes your windows.
Yesterday, you left me reckless with the words: "Make me in the kitchen and place your breathing on our bend." Had me begging for breath. All the way back to the time you called me your "Cleopatra”. The way you held my face and whispered "How... How are you possible?" The time of our love story. The time I had to leave. And then time left me to sink but I replied with a moment in mind. Then remember happened. And I choked on it. Saw myself in my deathbed knowing that I spent my life well—keeping my promise
of responding to beauty.
"Backwards you were spinning I placed flowers near your head," I replied.
Why yes!
Nothing but lilacs for my Laurels! Nothing but loraxes for my Laurel.
O, and when the pen arrives I'll be sure to swallow it. I don't think I learned from my right year old mistake. Expect a rose-colored film graft-----
01:47
July 8, 2018
I'm Addicted To Euphoria
Call me.
I'm problematic.
I love problems.
I'm an addict. I'm an addict from you.
I'm addicted to euphoria.
01:03
July 7, 2018
Half Ideal
We were half ideal like leaving fire and water in the same room to talk it out.
01:00
July 6, 2018
Morning Thunder
Wake up and smell the morning thunder. Take what you wish from it. Existence. A mirror image. Your first quiet moment of the day...
02:37
July 5, 2018
To See Red
I just wanted to see red. It’s like you’re trying to stay out of heaven. Breaking out your own safe haven. Always Blue bird over red raven Always blues over truths. Always hurts always bleeds Depression it seems Depression runs thru Cuts thru Makes you Shapes you up Locks you down Keeps you interested Keeps you coming Keeps you loving Oh no Here comes mania She’s runnin a little late In the day But I’ll take her over him I’ll take her over the other session I’ll take her over and over - Succession Succession Succession Always success. Always More. Never afraid. Never no.
01:03
June 9, 2018
Grateful
I’m so grateful to be able to have his platform to get my heartache out there and have it help people, and have people enjoy it. It feels so good to “turn your heartbreak into art.”
00:24
May 28, 2018
The Actress
Cold and even with this breeze it ain’t worth it. But it’s worth the sweat and bronze burned shoulders. Poisonous sun. Aloe. My favorite part is watching it sink in. HER favorite part is watching the skin show itself out.
I guess we all have interesting ways of ending our days. Some take swigs of coffee then go for a mighty run. Bask in the poetic frenzy that follows. Practice that concerto in your fingertips-- don’t you lose that beat! Breathe, baby, breathe. Practice beneficial doubt. I guess we all have ways of getting through our days. Some people embrace changes others form a stampede and drink. Some people drive stick shift ‘round corners of cliffs or stitch up spliffs. Some people take the doors off their cars. Wrangler, Jeeps. Barbie Reynold’s pink. You’re a lot like heating pink letting it cool mixing it with white and tossing into light-- I guess we all have different ways of expressing our DNA.
01:23
May 25, 2018
Dear Adèle
On the days you wish to fall: Remember your mind.
how it fumbles and fights
for any sort of Love
and loss and scene,
end scene, never end
the scene,
keep your will and accept
your rage
be happy.
Be happiest when you’re
falling
for the soul longs
to be proven.
00:27
May 19, 2018
Needlepoint
And I don’t know needlepoint yet but I taught myself long ago how to be a record player so I know how to make people Dance To Me
00:14
May 18, 2018
Conjure
So grab a Bible, I know you want to. Get yourself a red pen and go to town! Switch all the X's into O's speak it out loud and see what you conjure. Pay attention to your comfort. Pay attention to your smile. Pay attention to the alertness you feel after hitting twelve miles. Pay attention to your steps and remember every eighth breath. You're going to be amazing. Do you know that about yourself?
00:40
April 29, 2018
Stack Stars Until They're Magic
Experience flesh.
Let me find you.
Approach the city.
Pursue your visions.
Stand speechless while I watch your eyes travel until I'm sick--
Starve me.
I want a hunger that rivals the sun in anger.
I want a city.
Say a word.
Watch me let it in slowly--
Starve Me.
Stack stars until they're magic and leaning.
Use them to cross over.
Send me stills of a heart unguarded
like the mad sense of a hatter
the flesh is an Experience.
Deceive me with elegance,
annihilation, and eyes that rob me of Love.
01:05
April 29, 2018
Wouldn’t You?
Because at the end of the day, I would rather be a run-on sentence than some sort of simplistically sound fragment.
00:13
April 26, 2018
And I'll Go (I)
And I’d have you center stage—proving nature isn’t pain. Meanwhile, I’m on the ground with letter blocks building a tower that says, “I love you.” That’s the soul-mate in me. You’re the soul-mate in me. You’re the soul I am longing for when I yell, “Where is she, where is she!?” I have already written a letter to Stan. Told him that I didn’t need another plan. That I have shopping bags full of the scenes you bring into me. Out of me. My forever muse. Even your heartbeat is art. I’m going to record it someday and use it as my metronome whenever I’m feeling lonesome, or when I am missing you.
I Swear.
I can’t call it a library if you’re not in it. I think the flowers must have been dreaming when they made you.
01:17
April 24, 2018
Yes, and
Most days I feel like I am nothing but memorized screams held within the pages of a dusty red book sitting lonely on top of love’s bookshelf waiting for you to Read Me
00:16
April 23, 2018
When the Moon Arrives I'll Have To Go
Too bright. Too good. I was there. I felt it. I shook hands with you out of body. Beach first. Moment divided by a second. Re-birth. Back on sand, toes to water but to tell you my truth sometimes I'm too cold. Back on land in front of your building. No, no, back on sand. Hands behind my mind. Your head, my heart. I said something and I hope you heard it. Because when the moon arrives I'll have to go. I have to go.
00:45
April 20, 2018
I'm Back!
Thank you so much for the call in. I felt I needed to post it as an episode because sometimes it can be easy to forget how appreciated you are! How much you're needed in the world. Thank you for your support and I hope you keep listening.
02:30
April 16, 2018
Or What
The sign said, "do not deliver the newspaper", but I wasn't listening. Oh, no. I was too busy looking at the angel in your reflection thinking I could look at this computer all day forever! This newspaper can walk from here, right? No, but thank you, officer! I think I'll stay right here amongst beauty , until God herself says run along baby girl. And even then I might play a gam of, "Or what..."
00:42
April 12, 2018
Now, I Am Dancing
Now, I am dancing.
Now, I am back.
Back at our standard.
Back in our hour.
Where we danced like it was the end of our movie.
Where we danced like it was the end of our movie.
Life was her movie and it was only 32 years long
life is a movie and it's only so many years long
so by all means
Scream.
3,000 times less
the hair
on a woman's body.
3,000 times more
the love she will have
for her first-born
second-born
third,
fourth,
and beyond this--
The
Last
Night.
Colder than I am
when my nerves take their rest
Rest their break
Break they do.
When my doors slam then close.
One more inch of snowfall and
I'll be glad to escape these
red, dead eyes.
Making sure they lead with their sharp side.
My shoulders jolt and I scream for my darling
wondering
How long will this one last?
01:41
April 3, 2018
The Fear Of Blushing
I wish you’d rise so I could see you—become the surface of my sea. I need to stop this Rose in my cheeks —
01:02
March 3, 2018
Break
I’m sorry—I just noticed how actor’s hands don’t shake—oh, my God is that a bowling ball? How about we shake on it how about we lead woth the land how about we end in bliss. Im sorry---i just noticed how tragedy breeds comedy, no matter how fast you try and turn the page.
00:37
February 26, 2018
Tripling Down On Synesthesia
Let me know if you wanna trade nuances. Okay—-go for Significance. Go for magniloquence. I was told there’s no sleep till Brooklyn. That’s great because I’m busy staving off the energy trying to balance out the masculine and feminine energy and tripling down on synesthesia.
00:33
February 26, 2018
The Truth Survives the Lie
He says, anytime I’m stuck I write a sentence that’s true and I’m okay again. This fellow had a point. Something that is true always survives. The truth always survives the lie. Even if the owner is the only one who knows. Hey! This fellow had a point! This fellow was Ernest Hemingway. Hemingway said, “Anytime I have trouble writing I just sit down and write a true sentence. After that, everything’s okay again.” You see, everyone has a magic trick. But not everyone is brave enough to give them away.
Don’t tell anyone, but when I find myself stuck I write down a single word. Then I’ll look at it and begin to build a story around it. Think of it like a painter beginning with a single color. Getting inspired by whatever it stirs in them. It’s like a game of recall. Funny where a series of letters can lead you…
This is as far as I’ll go
01:26
February 25, 2018
If You Chose It Special
“Do I get to choose the promise?”
“It depends, do you keep your promises?”
I explained to her that I would let her choose the promise if she was someone who kept their promises. Because people are more likely to keep something they chose themselves. When is the last time you broke something you chose? Or why. The only problem I can think of is one of anger. Anger trumps a promise every time, ask anyone! Anger leaves nothing left standing that can claim to be whole. It’ll tear right through you. Straight through the morality you’ve been building your whole life. Straight through the promise you’ve kept safe in a harbor in honor of love.
“If you keep your promises, then I’ll let you choose because you are more likely to keep the promise if you chose it special.”
Because people are more likely to keep a promise they’ve chosen themselves.
This is as far as I’ll go.
01:07
February 25, 2018
Stories
I will leave them for you when I am
gone, so you can read them to our children as bedtime stories while
I silently weep in the last corner I stood still in. The pictures we take
on Christmas day will have to be synced to the same day we were both
born. That way, we can always take two. I will always blink twice before
we get a good one. You will comment on my smile and I will say why oh
why are you talking about yourself - my unhinged angel. You look great today.
Do you remember when I told you that I would break my heart for you?
Well I would.
I would let you murder me too. I mean it, if you needed to. I would.
At least I would die in beauty. At least your hands were the last to leave me.
01:06
February 25, 2018
Poetry and Laughter
Every night I will read to you. I will read you half my journals, half
improvisation. Depending on the light and the way in which you lay. From that
angle I can see every part of you. You’re my favorite freckle. I promise to read
to you if you promise I can whisper. I want to have angels with you. We can
guide them and never let them figure life out the same way we did. We will
teach them how to love in the lost way. We will take them to the ocean each
week and ask them if they notice anything different. They will always say no.
They will always say yes! And take out their ink pen and list a hundred
different things! Just the way we taught them! Just the way we know them.
Our son will be named Ezra; our daughter will be Eden. If she happens to receive your eyes I will prepare her for what is coming. Teach her all the ways to say the word admiration and will make her a red picture frame to put her heart in when she wants to take a break from falling. She will be so beautiful, t
01:53
February 25, 2018
Second Bedroom
50 points knife play champagne on the bed red wine in the air everyone in a whole while I’ll stop laughing when you stop wanting to die it’s not a joke anymore it’s been fifteen minutes since I’ve heard you silent. You’re wearing red, you never wear red. Please talk to me my love is on the line my earrings are all in place back-breaking neck work to create a flower bed I go there sometimes when the weather’s right.
00:35
February 24, 2018
Positive Vibes Of The Day!
Thought I’d post some positive vibes lest we forget we all have our purpose here. I think I might’ve found mine!
01:49
February 23, 2018
In Person
Must have been the hours of sleep. Could not have been the first installment of your voice—your perfectly sultry face.
00:32
February 23, 2018
Childhood
I remember
balloons
full of water.
Shot guns
and punctured
balloons.
Rain came
and left the
mud
dancing.
The devil
re-traced
his steps
and rolled away
when
the rain stopped.
The hills were
drunk
and happier than
ever before.
So happy they did
bad things,
relying on the rainbow
to clean their eyes.
00:40
February 23, 2018
Stop Wishing Me Lucky
Stop Wishing
me lucky.
Lest I be completed
in something other than
a circle,
I’ll call out to you.
Stop getting involved
with my stars.
They aren’t very friendly. I’d stop
reaching out to them
if I were you, they’re not listening to you.
They’re never gonna see you—
Your lights are off.
You’ve gone out of business.
You’ve let people inside and they’ve taken
EVERYTHING.
Even your favorite clock.
The silent one.
That doesn’t remind you of your
metronome.
The loud one. Without controls.
It’s nothing like that Light Bulb.
Let it go.
it’s only fishing for compliments.
It’s a one-sided
matinee show you’ll never see the Ending.
You maybe saw yourself beginning.
Whatever it was—
it was not lasting.
That’s why you Dream
in length
and width.
When you’re too silent,
people yank and stick their thoughts in you.
When they talk —
I dream of E n d i n g
Whenever they walk,
they are just beginning
will they always remain new to this.
I’d wonder
if it mattered.
02:29
February 23, 2018
Australia
She should've been a sculpture
in Sydney, Australia.
Article 5, newspaper 17
if you need her
she'll be lost in lithium
vitriolic and upset
this girl needs Soul Rest
00:26
February 22, 2018
I’m Addicted To Euphoria
Im an addict for you. I’m addicted to the euphoric. I’m addicted to eurphoria
00:46
February 21, 2018
Because
Because—I see your face on the cover of every magazine I see your reflection in the water of every bottle I drink and I’m scared to laugh when I get in the ocean because I’m scared I’ll cry for you. Every first year was half as long as your very first vein extending the sound of your very own heartache fingerprint smashing the ink spot on and off and on and off and on like the fraction that fractured my skull and the rapture that wraps you within where were you when you weren’t you? I can’t even get an hour and a half past you—baby halves of a half of a wishbone making fun of the spine in my backpack what’s the matter, can’t you fly? Fall asleep at the sight of your smile bearing beautiful armies of tears palms up like the shine of a spoon staring blankly at the chance of you ever seeing the backsplash of your own eyelash yes, you! The ladder crumbling underneath my skin my favorite favorite feeling so much better for me than hope because ho
00:16
February 18, 2018
If I Were Holding Audtions
Let me ask you something: “Do you turn your head for roses?”
00:54
February 18, 2018
Good Ole’ Evening
The answer is always evening. The answer is always Evening out
00:10
February 16, 2018
Holy Halves
Syntax me silly, bomber boy. Beauty boy. Laugh me listless til I mourn. Burn my after beam so backwards.
01:02
February 15, 2018
Oxymoron
It was on the mezzanine Where we saw day tame the night The stage held our eyes in separate hands clocked together methodical in nature Oxymoron we Lust Our smiles Stitched into microfilm Speaking of the light and how it loved us.
00:34
February 14, 2018
Better off how?
You once said to me, “it’s your soul that’s beautiful” Well, what if I told you that I haven’t been able to lose a beauty contest since I met you. That I have to make space now for impact. Because everyone wants to know my secret. My love. My aura. To join my flame. To claim my smile because now it’s worth its weight in Time. The priciest factor. The most pressing factor. Unabashedly precise. So forgive me. If I do not ask you how we could be better off because I’ve never heard of anyone who was “better off”. Without their “one” without their matching puzzle piece, without their sky, without peak without middle C, A or B. Without their Me.
01:09
February 14, 2018
All Writers Are Ghosts
All writers are ghosts. When we dream it is not accident. Everything in us is waiting.
00:12
February 14, 2018
Stained Glass
2. Dear somebody, which is stronger, great hate or great love? Are they not the same? I will come back to these questions but I have a powerful feeling inside me -feels like whatever has been trapped inside my heart has its perfect hands pressed flat against my walls, pushing my ceilings into cathedrals. It is a good thing I taught myself long ago that mistakes can be, in the final stage, bring with them beauty. This is why for every mistake I stain a glass.
00:50
February 14, 2018
Confession 777
I smell like deep woods and what it takes to climb a thousand pound emerald. Scratches because I’m sorry.
00:41
February 13, 2018
Frosted Flame
My heels are branded by a frosted flame that wants everything but me.
00:11
February 13, 2018
My Type Of Angel
\My Type Of Angel - On your command
here is my voice.
I’ll send it to
you whole but
listen in fragments.
hold them still.
here is my music.
Sometimes–when I
forget to remain
calm before an
audience I force
myself to remember
every cloud I’ve ever
seen—–then I exhale
in their memory.
I’m a lonely soul.
Need someone near
to give some of my
hearts away to
but I’m not waiting
for just any angel
I’m waiting for a
specific kind of angel.
One who will hold me still.
00:50
February 13, 2018
Musical Interlude
Excuse me, there’s a white baby grand over there that I should be playing :)
01:39
February 12, 2018
The Telephone Game
Even at ten, I’d beam at the chance to change someone’s past... I wanted nothing but to be a crystal ball.
00:50
February 12, 2018
Universe, dearly
The universe and I have this treaty, see— says— I’ll let you be the voice of reason if every once in a while you become one with me.
00:20
February 12, 2018
You Can Look At the Sun Now
Dear somebody, you would have loved it here. The sun rises whenever it wants and it’s not illegal to get lost at sea. You can look at the sun now—it cures cancer. And the only reason...
01:24
February 12, 2018
Bottled Up Hymns
We are not sentient beings avoiding circuity for the sake of saving sorrow. We are not bottled up hymns—
00:11
February 7, 2018
On Modulation
Modulation. Balance of the heart. I believe we all have the power to modulate throughout the day.
00:45
February 7, 2018
Weird World
Weird World. Muscles are lengthening. Long lines. You’ll see ‘em...
00:51
February 6, 2018
Weird World
Weird World. Muscles are lengthening. Long lines. You’ll see ‘em...
00:51
February 6, 2018
Daddy
I miss you. Take me back to naps on your shoulder, to talks in your G20 on afternoons & mornings with my little sister by my side drinking our vanilla or strawberry boost. Take me back. Take me back to OUR laughs, in unison, where we smile the same smile and to the night where I came in from a run into the kitchen and out of nowhere you said “Adèle, you have this... angel like presence about you.” How I looked at you in shock. How you said “I’m serious.” And how proud, confused and determined I was to prove you Right. Take me back to poems every Christmas typed up with your hand written signature— Typed with your care and love. How you prefer lavender — over every color in the world— how I know why, without even having to ask, because I am your daughter— your “double creature emanating from cosmic wisdom. How I can feel you from here the way you say love you more! Because you do love me more- despite the mal -chemistry in my brain. E
02:19
February 5, 2018
To Let Go Of My Fists
I need you to know that you’re responsible for the day I let go of my fists.
00:11
February 5, 2018
The Quiet Ones
What do quiet people think about? Your tempo. Dialogue. The move through. Preferring silence. Didn’t you know? This is as far as I’ll go.
00:14
February 5, 2018
“What’s It Like”, the segment
Here’s what happened when I asked my dad the question, “what’s it like to have a daughter?”
03:01
February 5, 2018
It’s True
Because you asked me what color my blood was and didn’t even flinch when I said... it’s True.
00:08
February 5, 2018
Recessive Traits
Are you right or left handed?
Yeah that’s gonna be a deal breaker for me.
Too common.
I like recessive traits
Because they MADE it, you know?
O, I’m only kidding. It’s just fun to think about...
00:23
February 5, 2018
San Diego Sand
To be ideally Gorgeous
Without putting a knick in time-- impossible--To go forwards and backwards
Within the same moment
-without knocking down a few doors--when getting IN turned out to be easier than getting OUT--
Okay but for now-- I need to figure out where do I put all of this San Diego sand
00:38
February 5, 2018
Soundproof But Not bulletproof
Soundproof not bulletproof
Wake up and smell the morning thunder.
Take what you wish From It.
Existence. A mirror image. A pleasant sound.
Your first quiet moment of the day. Solitude.
Jail cell with one window, just a Few cracks.
The guy in there’s man enough to admit that he thinks Birds are Beautiful,
and that flight could heal things. Secretly wishes the window was soundproof, but not bulletproof.
Says he would Accept death, if he didn’t have to Hear it Coming. The void is welcoming and
Droning. The void is a Perfect Pitch. I don’t think I have anything the void wants. It does not want
your Things. They are of no use to your Paths. There’s no such thing as Waiting, or Wanting.
There’s no Time. Problem Solved. We are Just Pieces.
Stop trying to fix yourself with a hammer and not nearly enough Nails– we don’t need Sealing. We are not envelopes–
Even if we move cross country
We’re not Envelopes
We don’t have destinations
We’r
02:38
February 3, 2018