London

[rozzma]

I'm back in London... this is a funny city for me, but one that I definitely like, even it is just for the party!

Funny to think about it, but most of the first (and most consistent) entries in this journal were not long after my last visit to London: that was a 'wonderful day' (as Ben described it in an email this morning), and one that seems to

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[pittsmurf]

to always keep finding the magic

but how to hold that when you work like we do

Magic does seem so fleeting these days. Did it used to be more solid, more defined?

My magic is liquid.

[rozzma]

I'm confident in the magic; there is just a realism that has to go with it... stress does take over and we are not always as considerate as we would like to be sometimes...

but I'm confident in the magic!

Because I love a good poem, and thought it fit well here..

[pittsmurf]

"They'll"
Cheryl Denise

They'll
take your soul
and put it in a suit,
fit you in boxes
under labels,
make you look like the Joneses.
They'll tell you go a little blonder,
suggest sky-blue
tinted contact lenses,
conceal that birthmark
under your chin.
They'll urge you to have babies
get fulfilled.
They'll say marriage is easy,
flowers from Thornhills
are all you need
to keep it together.
They'll push you to go ahead,
borrow a few more grand,
build a dream house.
Your boys need Nikes,
your girls cheerleading,
and all you need is your job
9 to 5 in the same place.
They'll order you never to cry
in Southern States,
and never, ever dance
in the rain.
They'll repeat all the things
your preschool teacher said
in that squeaky too tight voice.
And when you slowly
let them go,
crack your suit,
ooze your soul
in the sun,
when you run through
the woods with your dog,
read poems to swaying cornfields,
pray in tall red oaks,
they'll whisper
and pretend you're crazy.