sync2swim

threesome   from time past
looking for some parisienne  blast
can stars align
3 diverse energies sublime?

life’s a ball
take what we get as things fall

i recall a cafe philo nomination
is where you “live” important?

unfortunately it didn’t make the selection
cos’ that’s quite a reflection potent

financial, family, friends, fear, and follies factor into the equation
and yes, money can buy a lot, so the rich and crooks have option

rest of  us has to content with degrees of acceptance, absorption and adoption

“yes” would be my voice
assuming affordability and choice
and it’s better to be married to a place then a royce or joyce 😉

greeted july 1 in a salvador dali time warp
without realizing, am and pm events got swapped
a morning skype was in my scrambled mind and calendar to occur at night
pranced to conservatoire dance finals in the morning when it’s supposed to be afternoon delight

3 hours to spare before actual dance performance, what on earth
suddenly a focus on how to while away time dearth

unconscious pixel caught while loitering created time consciousness re-birth
followed by 3.5 hours of saturated dancing through time and space mirth

well, what revelry

time mistakes gained me parc villette discovery

i chose to bust friday and preserve saturday free
to houseclean and pack, rid of 2-months debris

time and tide waits for no man
harkening ephesians 5:15 paul’s rant
to dance a “be very careful, then, how you live” can-can

tonight’s a special night for olivier giraud, a one-man show
a 300th performance success glow
“how to become a parisian in one hour” draws more french than tourists wanting to know
laughing at themselves, c’est plus drole
reminds me of a similar hilarious singapore-french humor crow

where are we going?
don’t ask, a “just follow me” craving
down magenta and winding through marche saint-pierre
i don’t ask why, happy to click fabric flair

finally destination reached

an award-winning baguette niche
one #6 and other #38
2011 and 2010 best bread

prized and tucked under taipan’s armpit

while waiting for metro back,
couldn’t resist, the ends were bit
his tastebuds lit

his sacred coeur humming
la baguette quartette’s “mon paris” hit

how would you spend apocalypse day?
according to harold camping, the earth will big-time sway
well, it came and went
it sure wasn’t heaven sent
getting lost at clignancourt souks was how we doomsday spent

one man’s junk is another man’s treasure;
one man’s mistake is another man’s pleasure.
we came with nothing and go with nothing
i am done with shopping
très content with just digital snapping
to remember what i enjoyed and saw
memories to leave behind and thaw

my tongue get tied when i try to speak
my insides shake like a leaf on a tree
there’s only one cure for this body of mine
that’s to have the life that i love so fine!
i’m all shook up

finished the day listening to yuri and juliana perform at st vincent de paul
a different kind of rapture call

all roads lead to roma
rue mouffetard we did roama
rich with colorful historical drama
an old roman road, a market panorama

so here, speaking the language of image
a montage of la mouff vintage

what do u do with more than 2 hours to kill

waiting in line for quintessential ysl joy to fill
to get your mind off negative biorhythm meal
still your heart, ears-eyes to rove and mill

shoot across to grand palais up and down


lookie what i found to erase frown

i shot petit palais vertical
i shot horizontal
i shot frontal
i shot the frustration sheriff in je t’aime paris capital

a surely tahu-tao missal

though every day is a birthday
annual anniversaire reminder pause gives way
to take stock what granted last year birthed
and reflect how present actions impact future mirth

ribouldingue revelry started on the eve
bone marrow of life to suck and receive

then spotted after delectable lunch
a little poster declaring piano concert gave hunch to munch

despite sudden chill in the air
made decision to enjoy renaissance raison flair
to lose oneself in chopin and liszt in oldest st-julien-le-pauvre eglise
steinway keys mastered by herbert du plessis

the song continues with diner tonight
beignet foie gras-lobster-crab ravioli was my flight
la petite cour, a gastronomique delight
tomorrow we walk off calories in bois de vincennes to stay light
c’est renaissance puissance, i won’t fight…

my interest peaked
with theatre antoine flyer picked
jacques offenbach‘s opéra-bouffe seemed a raving kick
so we got tix via online nick of tick

my daily operetta parisienne
is to open my eyes with no cockadoodle refrain
pick just one thing to do till next snooze
and doing nothing is a-ok booze

doing nothing
is noodling,
oogling, concocting
connecting
creating something from nothing

then waiting
and choosing
bounce from inertia
to exert sheer
pause for cause
rolling stone gathers no moss

accumulate and toss
who’s boss?

at buttes montmartre
frederic baron’s “le mur des je t’aime” rendered inspiring spark

a tiled wall of 311 written “i-love-you” in 250 lingos park
got me pondering on the meaning of “love” mark

what do we mean by love?
is that a feeling of being needed and be thrown off the curve
but when it crashes, falling short of expectation, therefore best to swerve?
or is it something to unconditionally give and serve?

to whom and how is love displayed
or “there is no love, there is only proof of love” french poet jean cocteau said
a mother’s love, puppy love, romeo-juliet love, compassion for a stranger
when deprived of receiving and giving love, we become one lost lone ranger
per moliere, “et vivre sans aimer n’est pas proprement vivre”
ie “to live without love is not to properly live”

what’s love, where is love?
does it fall from skies above?
how do u know, how long can u stay on its turf?
to gary chapman, there’re 5 languages of love nerve

words of gratitude and affirmation
quality time manifestation
receiving gifts
acts of service uplifts
physical touch communication

plato’s love quote is my favorite
at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet

there’s john 3:16 God’s love     paul’s 1 corinthians:13 love attributes
if i speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
i am…………………… only    a resounding gong      or      a clanging cymbal.
if i have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and                                  if i have a faith that can move mountains,
but have not love, i am nothing.  if i give all i possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,
but have not love, i  gain  nothing……………………………………………………..
(shots from st eustache)            love is patient,
love is kind. it does not envy,   it does not boast, it is not proud.
it’s not rude, not self-seeking, it’s not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.   love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
it always –   protects, trusts,   hopes, perseveres.
love never fails.      but where   there are prophecies, they will cease;
where there are tongues,           they will be stilled;
where there is knowledge,         it will pass away.
for we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
when i was a child, i talked like a child, i thought like a child, i reasoned like a child.
when i became a man, i put childish ways behind me. now we see
but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.
now i know in part; then i shall know fully, even as i am fully known.
and now these three remain: faith, hope and love. but………………………..

the greatest of these is love.

how we live
makes a diff

a nice little dive
keeps us more than alive

man shall not live on bread alone
a cheesy life to atone

align thyself, unshackle from being a drone

color your world
with life offerings bold

hit it chicago...
as time goes on, i realize
just what you mean to me.
and now, now that you're near,
promise your love that i've waited to share
and dreams of our moments together.

color my world with hopes of loving you...

if u happen2be
in c1 terminal at iad
the pot at the end of rainbow gate
is potbelly restaurant, your belly to satiate
we had “the wreck” sandwich of ham, pickles and swiss cheese
to sweeten the pot, try their choc chip cookie ice-cream tease

saw “up in the air” literally up in the air
touched down cdg ontime without fanfare

rer b to get to final destination
once in apartment, start unpacking and organization
get connected to wireless and cnbc
then sync biorhythm in catching zzz’s

et voila, we’re ready to go the next day
here’s before setting out   , planning the play
this ed’s ad we saw on our way
to tang freres, basic food accoutrements to pay
get banh mi, nems and canard laqué to keep hunger at bay

a taipan chime
change of scenery needed, it’s about time
there are 14 metro lines, 5 rer abcde, 6 zones that u can navigo
hope is to tackle 20 arrondissements around blue seine flow

c’est la vie!

moving on to describe “s” of swim acrostic cat
“savoir-vivre” is about life to bat

par exemple today, i traded-off swim in water for weeding of land
now nursing aching muscles and thorn-bruised hand
life with pain
can be boon instead of bane

instead of pride knell
choose humility and gratitude well to dwell