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The Dreamt | In Two Poems.

The Dreamt
A life is but a dream, it can come true.
Dreaming yourself into who you want to.
Inside your mind she attempts to break free.
Manifest her by action, become me.

One thing on her mind,
some day she will find,
what she's hoping for:
a cracked open door.

Ran from the crack,
Not turning back,
Life on the edge
Love on the ledge.
A kiss in the rain.
Aye, She's gone insane.
Paranoia, and mistakes I head west.
Crying guilt, I thought it was for the best.
In lucidity, none knew where I'd gone.
I am out there now, searching for what's longed.

We said no goodbye.
She asked me not why?
She hid her true thoughts.
Now my dreams are sought.

Some things to see.
All I can be.
At last living
by her giving
She's now locked to scream
life is now the dream.

Top 10 Romantic Movies set in Foreign Countries.

Rom-coms, chick flicks, romantic tragedies... I felt this was a worthy post, which is presented in no particular order of my Top 10 Romantic Movies Set In a Foreign Country. Agree or disagree, I'm sure I left some out but this is not an easy list to compile, but if you can't get on a plane, travel via film is the next best thing. A few not listed may be on this list: The Top Modern French Movies Available in America.

The Holiday (England)

10) The Holiday: is one of my favorites. It inspired me so much, we drove to Shere in the U.K. to visit where it was filmed. 

Why I loved it: Because it brings to the screen a commonality that all women have. American girls all dream of falling in love with a cute guy like Jude Law and living in Europe, and all British women dream of Los Angeles. Hans Zimmer did the soundtrack which is gorgeous, and the writing is empowering and brilliant. But the real clincher is that this is story about two women (and Jack Black) who get fed up with being tre…

How to fall asleep on a plane? SOLVED!

How to fall asleep on a plane? I asked the same question back in 2009 when I began traveling on long international flights. Everyone seems to have their own answers. It makes sense, everyone sleeps differently. (Though some people are trying to sell you something too.) Some people literally can fall asleep standing up, not me. I like my cat, have a ritual where I circle the bed three times before snuggling into the perfect fetal position with exactly no less and no more than one appendage, usually a leg, lying outside of the blanket. I'm also a bit of a insomniac. So you'll understand that's it's complete murder for me to try and fall a sleep in a air-plane seat. I've also ordered probably every apparatus, pillow, and neck brace on the market trying to remedy this situation ever since my first flight to Heathrow which left me awake for the entire flight and the subsequent day. It was painful.

My first serious attempt to fall asleep on the plane came in our 2010 tr…

Revenge of the Turkey

Revenge of the Turkey Turkey, stuffing, gravy and potatoes,
I still hate Aunt Hope's green bean casserole.
Gobble, gobble, gobble dinner once said;
Where did mom go? Oh she's drunk in the bed. Turkey now ready, Uncle Fritz is late.
My cousin flirts with my gay brother's date.
We all bow our head as father says grace.
The children fail to maintain a straight face. My pregnant sister takes a bite of dinner,
Then, Reverend Rob yells Gwen is a sinner.
Sis jumps up to finger, and flings her pie,
The dog jumps for, landing on the gay guy. Grandma steps on the cat, chased by the dog.
The rug catches fire from a fireplace log.
The babies are screaming in their high chairs;
The kids are pulling out, each others hairs. Right about then our karma breaks out singing,
Revenge of the turkey is Thanksgiving.

Christmas Light Displays in Greensboro and other ways to celebrate the holidays.

Shannon my lovely spouse, once, I think, summed up America's fascination with Christmas as but some sort of psychological need to re-experience the perfect original holiday, yet it's our being American that dooms our fantasy to being lesser than the original to begin with. To quote W.J. Cameron, "There has been only one Christmas, the rest are anniversaries".

The idea of a nostalgic Christmas in a small ancient village with my family sounds idyllic. We have been to Brugge and what a great experience that was. In all this cold weather I have been thinking about the hot cocoa "Belgian" style. Just the memory alone of the hot drink by the fire in the most quaint of tea shops warms me up. Strolling the cobblestone streets looking at wooden toys and cookie presses, snagging some chocolate ganache from the chocolatier in her closet sized shop made this whimsical place completely unforgettable. I can only imagine how wonderful it would be to visit during Christmas…

The Garden against Mowers

The Garden against Mowers
IGNORANT mower, who worries too much,
thinks his creation is just such,
the greatest garden to ever be planned,
but it is the mower that’s manned. Every book wishes to be the first book made,
every word hoping to be prayed;
Songs, and paintings in their self-confidence,
Forget their evolved existence. All are trying to get back to Eden,
Yet they cannot be more sweeten,
Than mother nature’s whispering winds moan;
“Hiraeth” she says calling us home. Home, where the light doth in space and time crack
BANG, a splat upon canvas black,
Earth a flower in the garden of space.
season will come to till our place. If my fair visage bringeth happiness
Than you have found life’s purposes;
Our sun who giveth life, oh creator who
Rays of light praising what we do. For when we can no longer see our sun.
And gardens become forgotten;
When paths of black, and castles take our place;
Worry then if all’s left is a vase. Worry not friend, weeds of greed will never be,
cause that …

Sonnet in time

Sonnet in time Once upon a time, my love I did find.
In 1973, I kissed thee.
There a bottle washed ashore as a sign.
To live life with no regrets being me. Seven years, I could barely recognize.
God’s cancer growing in me deep inside.
The prayers were merely a poor disguise.
My body decayed, as death took my side. So I made an accord with death in rhyme
In a bottle, in a poem, my last kiss
To travel to my Eden’s day, in time
My heaven you had made, I tell you this: The waves of time my fragile vessel breaks
Our love in words, at sea, death cannot take.

Becoming Charlotte

Becoming Charlotte. (Based on Shakespeare Sonnet 138, from A Passionate Pilgrim.)
My dawn gives way to our day’s mirrored kiss.
A tear, I pause, (she realizes) our  truth.
Faith  to lies lost, yet her I will not miss.
The monster inside, my mind’s dark sweet-tooth.Once free to roam , on campus I shall find
I seek the classroom, not a church of lies.
Homework now due, love and hope intertwined.
Charlotte’s self-doubt, in her is a surprise.Through her eyes, wide open, I learn of the world.
Through her world, created, I love to Rome.
Our brain, and heart a brave tornado swirled,
scream out knowing, I can never go home.
By night, one with her, I die willingly.
As better Charlotte replaces me.

Top Modern French Movies to Watch in America

So I was asked by my French professor to compile a list of French movies for the class to consider watching during our Friday exploits. Most of the semester we've been watching pieces of L'arnacoeur, otherwise known as "The Heartbreaker". It's probably one of my favorite romantic movies in French, and it follows Alex, who is played by Romain Duris as he tries to breakup couples for parents who don't want their daughters married. Of course the hitch is that he falls in love with one, and the rest is one big comedy. That's why I'll put L'arancoeur on any list of French movies you have to watch.

1) L'Arnacoeur (The Heartbreaker)
Combine the soundtrack of Dirty Dancing with the romance of Monte Carlo, and you have the funniest romance movie you've ever seen. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll dance.
Netflix2) L'Auberge Espagnole  (The Spanish Inn)
Romain Duris becomes a student abroad in Barcelona as he discovers life as an Erasmus e…

Chip & Pin Card - Your American Money Is Worthless To Them

Chip and Pin. It sounds like a combination of french fries and needles. Technically it's the way most of Europe pays for things on credit cards. Worse yet, America doesn't have it. Worse yet, getting stuck on the Brussels Metro with one of their stupid unmanned kiosks mocking me telling me to be "Patienze" then telling me my American money is worthless.

See there's a couple things I wish I would have taken with me to Europe. I did good with taking a mobile phone. (check) But I really should have sprung for some boots.... (it's like a national law there) and I wish somehow, someway I could have come up with a chip and pin credit card.

I'll be honest I didn't understand the whole deal completely till Smiler sat me down in the living room of his home and gave me the 411 (118 in the UK :) ) See the U.K, unlike America has signature-less credit and debit cards with microchips that allow the "pin" to sign for the user. While the old magnetic slider …