The Adventures of LitBoy: Bill Brent's Blog

dream journal, 2009.10.28

In the dream I am with Madonna and someone else who knows her. We move along a hall, probably inside her mansion. There seems to be nothing that can grab her attention for any length of time, and she is nearly always in motion. Her mood is playful, irreverent, but bored. At the end, a girl who is her daughter comes out of one room. She and Madonna do this routine together that is half-dance, half-wrestling / gymnastics moves. Then I wake up with this song in my head that upon later reflection reminds me a bit of the swirly sounding part of "Beautiful Stranger" where the song builds ("I looked into your eyes," etc.).

 

This is why I keep a notebook by my bed.

 

5 am

 

I'd be more physical

I'd be more beautiful

and magical

and wonderful

but thank you

 

I'd be more elegant

be more intelligent

and radiant

like heaven-sent

but thank you

 

Maybe I'd be a king

or just fly upside-down

across the world

or just thru town

then have the sea

come swim with me

 

Maybe I'd be a box

sealed up with secret locks

and never tell

you how I feel

a box of bored

with locks of steal

 

Steal your charisma too

in all the things you do

I'd be a star

and dance so far

then miss you

 

I'd be most anywhere

I'd do most anything

to beat my drum

and be so numb

but thank you

 

to find my place

in sky and space

then tell you

 

there's more to us

than we can trust

I love you.

 

 

 

stopped 530 am

 

 

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Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent

[this page last updated: 2012.01.09, 6:45 p.m. Hawaii time | photo credit: Bill Brent]

haiku

HAIKU

The rain slows its pace --

One hopeful, intrepid "chirp?"

A deluge responds.

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Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent

[this page last updated: 2011.11.11, 11:11 a.m. Hawaii time | photo credit: Bill Brent]

CONTRACT

You want to make more sense?

Then build your confidence.

It so follows, as night from day,

All great monkeys are built this way.

 

That ache within your gut

Is telling you what's what.

Is it righteous? No, just some stress.

All fine wisdom's thus cursed and blessed.

 

Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent

FREEWAYS

[Bill notes:] I believe that a friend wrote the original of the below, or else I drafted it back in the 1980s sometime. In any case, I stumbled across the original this Saturday night, while sorting down my paper archives, then rewrote it quite a bit.

   Only after I posted this did I realize that it might not have been mine originally! Naive, pretty much; original, not so much; but I still enjoy the sentiment.

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        The freeway is wrongly named

        because those who stravel

           down its closed concrete ways

        have no freedom of way

           cannot choose their own path.

     

        There is no way to derive

           the pathway of their ways 

        but must honk at the past

           horns that blare from glare guards

        frantic drivers trying to

           beat their stravel in a daring

        burst of speed.

 

        I would seek the country road that

           shows in curved blue lines

        upon the charted map.

     

        There I can find small villages

        sleeping gently in the sun

           and farmers with strong backs

        working well within their fields.

     

        And if I wave to them they wave

           they wave back warmly in

        the joy we are both alive.

     

        And there are quiet places

        where I can stop and rest

           and feel the warmth and joy in living

        This is a freeway

        where I am free.

     

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Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent

[this page last updated: 2011.06.26, 5:37 p.m. Hawaii time | photo credit: Bill Brent

smile cool sky

Here are some places I've been lately.

There are variations on these signs

all over east Hawaii Island --

for me, they become like friends,

seen now and then in passing.