Movies

After a bit of a week, I decided Friday night should not consist of p*&sing hundreds up against the wall in some bar, and thought a movie would be better. Bad timing meant our choices were limited, so with fewer options we settled on Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

What a SURPRISE. I laughed, loudly!

It's so perfectly apt! For anyone who has had an ex, and wished you'd never see them again but secretly hoped you did and thought about what you might do or say or wear... And how if that ever happens, it's never quite as you planned, is it?

Paul Rudd is without doubt the show steeler as Chuck, the stoner-surf-instructor.

QUOTES:

Chuck: There's only one cure for pain like that.
Peter Bretter: What?
Chuck: Weed. Ya got any?
Peter Bretter: No.
Chuck: Well then, let's just go surfing!

…a logical conclusion.

Go out and see it! Worth every penny.

PS: Needless to say, drank enough on Saturday night to compensate for Friday…

For Benji

Little boy, big boy, better boy daily,
You came into our lives and we thought it was raining.
Extra large jeans on an extra small boy,
You looked at life like a child does a toy.

You died, you left us, you’ve gone away,
To a world and a better place, in so many ways.
So better for you and so applied,
A world to revel in with your courage and pride.

I miss you terribly you Beautiful Thing,
Your energy was a contagious and wonderful thing.
Ebbing, flowing but always so Benji,
The void is large and we all miss you plenty.

Little boy, big boy, better boy daily,
Your absence is felt but that goes without saying.
Extra large jeans on an extra small boy...
You looked at life beautifully, like a child does a toy.


© Dylan Balkind 2008

Cheshire Cat

A new guy, a new night sky with stars and galaxy’s to look at
As wonderful and enticing as a Cheshire Cat.
A new road ridden, a new life visited,
A me with a new you and a new picture scene created.

A great journey and a beautiful ride,
A me without hesitation or any sense of pride.
Just comfort and living within,
A situation truly bright, like one soul in a set of twins.

Happy and comfortable and starting to be me,
A me without hesitation, planting a new relationship tree.


I looked at me in yesteryear through writings and things that I had said,
Like a book I had written and already read.
A me so pure and truly fascinating,
It unlocked the gate and let me walk in –
- to a time in my life I now appreciate,
without hesitation, and seeing the brilliance and the great.
In things I did and people I loved,
Wrapped up warmly like winter hands gloved.


Now I know and can immerse myself in that,
With happiness and splendour and a pat on my back.
A new guy, a new night sky with stars and galaxy’s to look at –
As wonderful and beautiful as a Cheshire Cat.

© Dylan Balkind 2008

Rhymes

If only could stop writing in rhyme, I might say - -

Things have been hard but not as hard as they could have been,
They’ve been all things all encompassing and always interesting,
They’ve been big things and small things and things wonderful.
They’ve been sometimes selfish and sometimes plentiful

They’ve made me sad and want to die,
And sometimes they made me satisfied with a big cry.

They’ve made me generous and selfish and caring again.
Never without a race I thought I could win.
It has been haunting it has been surreal and it has been true
And sitting here I see the mirror and finally feel “I know you”.

So nothing regretted some hated some loved,
We’re all fully aware life is not a clean white dove.
But happy now and calmer inside,
And more satisfied with the bumpy ride.

If only I could stop writing in rhyme…
I’d be different and this life wouldn’t be quite mine.

© Dylan Balkind 2008

all I need

We could go together and tell them we’re just good friends. We could bide our time on their naivete. We could go away together and be what we want to be,

Now all I need, is a ‘you.’

We could hang out together and ignore their conventional stars. We could return their aversions of acknowledgement, leaving the discomfort with them. We could love our lives and just be 'we,’

Now all I need, is a ‘you.’

We could be childish together and still sleep at night. We could laugh at ourselves and take the mickey out of ‘us.’ We could promise to each other for forever,

Now all I need, is a ‘you.’

We could tempt the margins of the other side of the fence. We could bounce ourselves off these impeding walls. We could pretend for forever, both ‘we’ or just me,

Now all I need, is ‘you.’

We could serve one another the fuel frenzied hand. We could run away together and realize that home is where we want to be. We could go out of our heads to somewhere we both understand.

Now all I need, is a ‘you.’


© Dylan Balkind 2001

COINS

Reverse, subvert and stand behind the line.
And demons smirk while stay there –
you wide eyed boy. Watching them talking about the way you move –
your head
your headspace

In this world, where coins have two heads,
Heads they win, tails you lose. Dial a number to no reply…

You stand on the platform of androgyny as representation misfortune
While small minds shut down, misunderstanding space to share –
Silent head
Silent headspace

Being muted keeps you lucky.
Free from bashing. Free from bruising.
Understand this, and tell your stories through selective mediums to selected ears and selecting opinions shouted from un-muted mouths.

The scope is growing – don’t tremble at the treble of the volume increase…
Whispering head
Deafening headspace
And they thought you might –
reverse subvert, and stand behind the line........


And in the blink of an instance,
the universe smiles and nods her head.


© Dylan Balkind 2001

Beautiful Thing

Yesterday was not a good day. I woke up feeling sorry for myself.

I coerced myself out of bed and went to work dragging my knuckles on the floor. A friend visited me during during lunch. The visit was to break some very sad news to me in person... the news that a friend of mine had died.

The rest of the day was hazy. Numb. And chilling! Puts things in perspective and I'm not feeling sorry for myself anymore.

Go in peace Benjamin Magowan.

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Backdrop heard / nothing painted / not that kind of art
It makes you think, it makes you feel and it makes you kind of smart
Because for once you're quiet and go within
Within a you so normally noisy and with a heavily scarred chin

Lazy / chilled / so very beautiful
Life is better now and much more plentiful
I saw the light and immersed myself within
Within a me so normally noisy with a heavily scarred chin

A full notepad and a pen to match
I said I would write my own re-match
I'm back I'm proud I'm happier than before
There will be no more hiding behind those silly closed doors

Twinkling / Sparkling / My life is good
It's truly amazing when you do what you always knew you could
You love better you live better you learn new things
It's true what they say it's "flying without wings"

I'm not scared anymore to jump right in
In to a me so normally noisy with a heavily scarred chin

© Dylan Balkind 2008