I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket, that conveys the importance of you; to assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams. I want all the possibilities of you in writing. I want to give you your reflection. I want your eyes on me. I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay and there and I want everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me. I want never to say goodbye to you; even on the street corner or the phone. I want so much.. I'm breathless. I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket, so I can sew it. I want my words to scream through you. I want the poem not to mean that much, and I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what I mean. I want for you to be distant and for me to feel you close. I want endless day when it's day and nighttime never to end when it's night. I want all the seasons in one day. I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us. I want water up to our waists and I want to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes. I want to think your thoughts because they're mine. I want only what's urgent with you. I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be tough when you're supposed to, like you do already. And I want you to be tender, like you do already. And I want us to have met for a reason, and for that reason to be important. And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us. I want to forget, I want to remember us. And when you say you love me, I don't want to think you really mean New York City, and all the fun we have in it. And I want your smile always, and your grimaces too. I want your scar on my lips, and I want your disappointments in my heart. I want your strength in my soul and I want your soul in my eyes. I want to believe everything you say.. and I do. And I want you to tell me what's best when I don't know. And when you're lost I want to find you. And when you're weary, I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts, coliseum dreams. I want to drag you from the darkness, and kneel with you, exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us.

New Year Through the Same Eyes

So it's a new year, isn't it? Which brings across thoughts of memories past, moments not yet experienced, maybe a couple resolutions.. just lots of thoughts I guess. I'm on Long Island for a little while now; a couple weeks I guess. I've been doing my best to keep up with my creative writing (my poetry, prose, etc.) and I'm thinking about looking into doing a LI reading but I'm not sure yet. The NYC readings have gone so well that I'd really like to keep up with doing these readings.

Some people who follow the blog have been asking me to add some of the new material on here. I'm not sure if I'm going to do that yet. I might want to keep the material fresh for readings for a little while first. Whether or not I do a reading on Long Island before I head back to Manhattan, I'll definitely be reading in the city soon. I'm trying to work out as many cool places as possible, so I promise you'll all be the first ones to know about that, and if you're going to be in the NYC area I'd love to have you there. The reading at Kouzan was an incredible experience; the love and support I received there from friends, loved ones, colleagues, and mentors was just overwhelming, in the best way possible. Not to mention, having our own private room in such a nice venue was a great set-up for us.

So with all of that being said, please continue to check back and look for updates on either my writing, or the other material and issues I discuss on the blog. If you haven't already, please take the time to officially become a follower (it's super easy and quick, I promise.)

One last thing.. a lot of people have been asking me what I've been reading lately since I haven't blogged specifically about any particular books lately. I'll probably be finishing Kerouac's 'Big Sur' by the end of Tuesday I believe. That's another great book of his, I'll make a separate post about that, so I won't get into it now. In the meantime I've also started reading some of Marcel Proust. Him I could probably blog about for a month, there's a lot of everything there between his personal life and his written work.

Happy New Year, I wish you all the best in 2011.. health, happiness, success, and so much more.