More Tae Kwon Do Dress Code

In the dojang, wear nothing overt
as in coming to class in a skirt.
The Master dislikes it,
and he near had a fit
from my beautiful Hawaiian shirt.

At this dojang, we go by the clocks. 
And we learn from the school of hard knocks. 
The clocks say “tick, tick” 
while we punch and kick. 
And we love our Instructor – Ms. Fox.


Dawn comes early, 
Like those dark hours 
That disappear when you 
Least expect them to. 
When your life has gone 
All wrong, and something 
Good happens for no reason.

Dawn comes quickly, 
Yes, like the grains of sand 
Through an hour glass, 
When you had what you needed 
Before you knew what it was, 
Or knew that you needed it.

Dawn comes regardless, 
Not heeding your denial 
To be awakened from the nightmare, 
Not stopping cause the world has ended, 
Nor being as small as a universe 
Wrapped in a small realm.

Dawn comes when I need her. 
And yes, she knows that too. 
Fully aware of my heart and 
How fragile it has become, how much 
Of me can be consumed by her eternal 
Flame, so . . . . .

I need her now. 
Like I need the air I breathe, 
Like I need the blood in my veins, 
Like I need my heart, not just to push 
The flame of her through me, 
But to save my soul.

To You

Soul mates

Are stolen crates of wishes

Forget love letters

Forget drug & sex woos

All we want is a friend

Funny how friend is now taboo

Pick a pocket full of daisies for no one

No one wants a pocket of something that dies

Yet we all die

We all perish

So why does it matter what we give

As long as we give freely

Instead we take cheaply lavish

And shove it in our pockets

Of bed-posts, of lamp-shades

Of never-seen river-glades

Where we bury the bodies

Of souls we never knew

Never took the time to

Never had the mind to sense

All these warning bells and chimes

Could never recompense

For time spent

For words lent

So cheaply

We’ve grown so cheaply

Accept a videotape

Watch the actions

Ignore the lips not moving

Watch the actions

Ignore the edits

Watch the actions

Miss the key plot

Sleep through it

Too busy dozing off

You’ve missed it

We could’ve had it all

If only we had time

But we missed it

Me one moment off

You a lifetime

27 Dresses

I took a trip to the movie theater to check out the movie “27 Dresses”. The film stars Katherine Heigl (Jane), James Marsden (Kevin), Judy Greer (Casey) and Malin Akerman (Tess). I wanted to check out the movie since I’m an admirer of Katherine Heigl’s and Judy Greer’s. I anticipated a highly comedic and ultra-romantic film that would stay with me long after I exited the theater. Let’s just say I tend to have high hopes for films.

The Cast

I think that the choice of cast was great. The cast members, as individuals, definitely have had great performances in their careers. However, in this film, the chemistry between the cast members was inconsistent. I felt that the chemistry, in general, between Jane and Kevin was great early in the film, grew throughout the middle portion of the film. I feel, though, that the chemistry failed at the movie’s conclusion and didn’t deliver the punch it could have.

Independently, Katherine Heigl was believable and adorable, though in a couple of scenes her performance was a bit over the top and borderline cheesy. Marsden’s performance was seamless. I think he nailed the devilishly handsome, but pessimistic and sarcastic bit.

Judy Greer as Casey was perfection and was the real comedic force in the film. I believe she really carried the whole thing on her shoulders despite the fact that she wasn’t the lead actress. She totally has movie ‘lead’ potential and I hope to see her in such a role in the near future.

Malin Ackerman as Jane’s bratty sister Tess looked beautiful and her character oozed confidence, but she didn’t deliver as memorable a performance as she could have.

The Story and Script

I really feel the premise of the story was wonderful. It had the potential to really blow me away like “Never Been Kissed” or “13 Going On 30”. The writers, talented as they may be, neglected to stimulate the audience (or at least me) with witty and smart conversation throughout the film. The movie seemed really familiar to me. I kept the film was like “Seinfeld” without the steady stream of punch lines. That said, I hold the dialogue written into the script responsible for the inconsistent chemistry between Marsden’s and Heigl’s characters over the course of the movie.


Despite the faults I find with the movie, I must say I enjoyed watching most of it. “27 Dresses” doesn’t make a big entrance at the start of the film and neglected to blow me away at the end. It neither left me thinking of anything profound, nor dreading my decision to venture out to the theaters to watch the movie.


My destiny is my own
My good fortune is my blessing, mine alone
Everything that is mine, I accept and am thankful for

I accept me and love me from this moment on
I accept my blessings – NOW
I accept love – NOW
I accept prosperity – NOW
I accept myself – NOW
I accept those who love me – NOW
I accept good health – NOW
I accept courage – NOW
I accept comfort – NOW
I accept the truth – NOW
I accept happiness – NOW
I accept popularity – NOW
I accept peace – NOW
I accept clarity – NOW
I accept memories – NOW
I accept dreams – NOW
I forgive all and everything – NOW
Who I am and what I have are blessed – NOW
It is all up to ME… here and NOW.


she felt his hands on her as she tried to run away
a barrage of beatings followed as he left no parts of her body untouched.
it’s been the same way for several years now, almost in the same position as she lay
she’d tried to be nice to him as much as possible but all it took was one little snap to get at her in a rush.

when this would stop, she has no idea
all she knows is he’s too old to still be doing this
when others his age would shower her with lots of hugs and care
he’s too concerned with her slaving for him to even notice.
not too long ago he was begging to be let back in
saying he’d do anything to help in anyway he could
but just several weeks passed and he’s back to committing the same sin
unearthing so many closed chapters and inflicting several wounds
she wonders how much she can take before this is over
and she smiles as she sees the end isn’t too far ahead
the end whereafter she doesn’t have to take cover
or hide her eyes from any one noticing their once permanent colour-red

White Dress

I walk through walls

But I can’t find the door

They see right through me

But they don’t know me at all

Like a candle swaying in a dark room

Help me find relief from a long day

Night can never come too soon

Cause in sleep I have no words to say

So surreal and so delicate

Nothing’s perfect but nothing’s a mess

So extreme and so fragile

Wonder why I’m wearing a white dress

And like a lighthouse by an ocean

Guide me to relief from a long night

Day seems like the right potion

Cause in sleep my fears take flight

I walk through walls

But I can’t find the door

They see right through me

But they don’t know me at all


Around you
Throughout you
Into you
Around you
By you
Against you
With you
At you

I will refrain from the end of this for now. There is nothing else that I can think of but I will refrain until I write my book of poetry 🙂


P2 (2007) Directed and Screenplay by Franck Khalfoun.

Angela Bridges (Rachel Nichols) is a lawyer toiling away on Christmas Eve. She has big plans with her family, but she has a few details she has to iron out before she can leave. You get the feeling this happens to her a lot.

Finally, she finishes and Karl, the security officer, (Phillip Akin) escorts her to the lobby level. There is some banter; you can tell they are both fixtures here, and comfortable with each other.

But down in the parking garage her car won’t start. Isn’t that just the way things go? When you are running at the last minute, that’s when something happens to delay you.

She goes to the parking attendant for help, Tom (Wes Bentley) tries to diagnose the problem without success. Angela decides just to take a cab. Tom lets her use the office phone; cell phones can’t penetrate the concrete and earth of the lower levels.

She goes back to the car and collects her personals, the presents, and the Santa Suit for the party. But when she heads for the ramp, the gate is down and locked. Frustrated, she watches the cab pull away. She hollers into the intercom, but there is no answer. She heads back for the guard shack.

Then the lights go out.

Walking alone, in a dark cave, lit only by her cell phone, Angela is understandably nervous. Then, out of the gloom, a hand with a rag clamps over her face! Then, darkness.

When Angela wakes up, she is seated, dressed only in her slip, at a desk set up for a dinner party. She is chained to the desk.

Tom has prepared a Christmas dinner. It seems he just wants to spend a little time with Angela.

Tom is clearly insane. The question now is how is Angela going to get loose? After she gets loose, she is still trapped in the parking garage. Can she win free? And what does Tom want with her, and how far is he willing to go to get it?

This is a pulse pounding thriller. Kudos to the writers for their dialogue; Tom’s psychosis teases out over the course of the hour. And kudos to Wes Bentley. His portrayal is phenomenal. He hits just the right notes of frustration and awkwardness.

And kudos to Rachel Nichols. Her performance is the backbone of the piece. She goes from corporate drone, to terrified victim, to empowered amazon over the course of this movie. And you will cheer the end.

Khalfoun shows masterful control of pacing. Like Tom, he’s a control freak, and the pace, dragging though it may have been at the beginning, holds the tension high after Angela wakes up, pulling the viewer along like a runaway rollercoaster.

This movie is pure suspense. That is really all it is. So rent this one, and enjoy for an evening, with friends. Because if you watch it all together, no one can offer any spoilers. I know I won’t.


Sensibilities are not always sensible, 
At least this is said by those that find 
One of yours with which they disagree 

Understandings are not always understandable 
To those who can’t grasp them 
Or fear that if taken seriously, they would need to 

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder 
Or for the vision impaired, in their mind’s eye 
Which has a lid all its own that can be shut 
To escape the risks inherent if one is to 

Chronological aging brings nothing but 
Getting older and guarantees little if anything else 
Unless the aging self remains invested in wanting to 
The more we spend, the more we have 
But the more we buy, the more we 
Oh, no!

The flowing of the growing comes with the knowing 
That seeds are inanimate until they experience sowing. 
The propensity to derive meaning 
In the rhyming and rhythm of word weaving 
Taps me gently on the back 
As I am stealthfully leaving 
With shallow breaths and heavy thoughts heaving 
Preparing, at long last, to 

Oh, do not ask “Why?” 
Let us just bid each other 
A gentle “Goodbye.”