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.”


The baby was down for her afternoon nap. Her husband was away at school. She stepped outside on her little porch of the little trailer she called home. She looked up to the sky and saw the most amazing sight. The clouds in all their beautiful splendor looked as if they were the doorway to heaven. He’s going to die today, she thought. Chills ran down her spine as she recalled just days before that her grandmother, affectionately referred to as Nannie, claimed that she heard a knocking at the door. She said she went to see who it was, and yet when she looked out, no one was there. Her Nannie had told her she truly believed it was angels coming in to look after Papa, that the end was near.

As she recalled the words of her Nannie, her baby began to cry. Once again, she resumed her daily duties as mother and thought no more of the experience she just had. She let it go.

Later on that evening, her Aunt decided to stop by for a visit before going over to sit with Papa. The baby was content, playing on the floor as they chatted about this and that, just catching up. Suddenly, the front door flew open. Her cousin, in a calm and somewhat detached manner said, “He’s dead. He’s gone.” Time stood still. Her heart in her throat, she grabbed the baby and flew out the door. Running, lungs burning, across the way to her grandparents house.

Once inside, she saw her Nannie, doubled over with grief, screaming, “Oh God! Oh God! He’s dead! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me! Please God, don’t let him leave me!”.

She sat the baby down, walked over to her Nannie and held her in her arms as they both cried, both sobbing with grief and heartache. It seemed like an eternity before she was able to let her go.

She slowly walked into the bedroom, and there was her beloved Papa. Lifeless. Still. A calmness and sense of peace penetrated the room. As the tears slowly fell down her cheeks, she realized without a doubt that this was not the end. His body lay there, but he was gone. His spirit was elsewhere, moving on, moving forward to the Father he so faithfully worshipped.

The angels had indeed come to take him home. The sky had opened up in preparation for his homecoming. He was finally free. Free from the pain of his earthly body, and free to soar with the angels as he watches over his loved ones and family as he patiently awaits for them to come “home”.

This was the day, without a doubt, she began to believe in things unseen.

27 Dresses

Starring: Katherine Heigl, James Marsden

We’ve all heard he saying – Always a bridesmaid, never a bride right? Well how about being one twenty seven times.

Jane is always there for her friends and eager to please when they ask her to do anything for them. She is really a pushover to be honest; never being able to use the word “no”. Being wrapped up in others lives, she doesn’t really have a life of her own. However she does have this major crush on her boss, George and everyone in the office can see it except him.

While attending a friends wedding she is knocked unconscious by a woman who bumps her out the way while trying to catch the wedding bouquet. When she comes to the first thing she sees is this handsome man by the name of Kevin. He helps her up and they start to chit chat while sharing a cab that evening. It is very clear that he wants to get to know Jane better, but she is not giving him the time of day.

When Jane’s sister Tess comes for a visit she is happy to see her of course and invites her to a company party. At the party George says something to Jane, and her best friend pushes her walk over to George and let him know how she feels about him. Unfortunately Tess and George spot one another across the room and it appears to be love at first sight. As time progresses the two of them are spending more and more time together, and they seem to get pretty close. Poor Jane has to listen to her sister go on and on about the man that would have made her life complete.

Well the ball finally drops and George asks Tess to marry him, but this isn’t the devastating part. Jane actually decides to help her sister plan the wedding and even meets George at the caterer to try out different options for the wedding meal on her behalf. She seems to be handling it all in stride, until Tess does something that Jane doesn’t have the strength to forgive her for. Jane’s 28th dress is definitely going to be the one she will never forget wearing. In the meantime Kevin is still trying to win Jane’s heart, but she is in no way making it easy for him. As time progresses though she starts to live a little and lets her guard down a smidgen.

Sometimes when you have something to say to someone, you should just say it before the moment passes you by. This was a very cutesy, romantic, almost like a fairy tale type of movie. I will admit that some of the situations in this movie would have played out totally different in the real world, but they don’t stop me from loving the movie.


Yes,I know of a time
when I would tell you a lie

But, that was before I found 
the stars in your eye

Now I can not lie 
i am afraid you will say goodbye

Let everyone know 
I will not tell you a lie! 
I would love you till i dye!


To rise, to rise O how I want to rise 
From the depth of my soul I can’t conquer my spirit 

From the essence of love but I can’t feel it 
To rise to rise O how I ant to rise 
From the oppression of my pain 
To the sadness of my heart 
Even if my soul is not a slumber my mind is still torn apart 
For my thoughts is killing ever waking momenmt of my heart because I am missing 
I am in a world which I am missing and no one is looking for me 
I want to be found 
I want to be here 
I want to known for more than nothing 
To rise, to rise O how I want to rise


Clinging to the grass

Fistfuls in my hand
The clouds are dying
As the wind blows in
Lord, return me to my
Fairy kin


Like a map of where to go
the words are drawn out before me
over a vast plane only slightly crumpled.

But your voice kicks me to the moon
and the planned words evaporate
into a blue ooze that numbs my tongue
and twists it to form sentences and questions
I never intended to say aloud.
And my mind is not quick enough
to trap them because it got lost
some time between the second ring
and the sound of your hello.