It came from the depths...

2009-05-01T21:54:00.000-07:00

I broke a promise
I left you
on the ledge
you brought your trauma
I turned
and then I fled

and it may have
not been the bravest thing
and it may have
not been the strongest thing
but it seems to have been
the smarter thing
to do

I betrayed a trust
I left her
on the bed
you cried your honest
tears I lied
and then I sped away

and it may have
not been the bravest thing
and it may have
not been the strongest thing
you maybe
might think less of me
if you knew

I was dishonest
I told you
I wasn't on the edge
you let your guard down
I tore you down to shreds

and it may have
not been the nicest thing
and it may have been
quite a selfish thing
but I didn't say that
I would do anything
less

2009-03-26T15:31:00.001-07:00

You fell into a rut
Your spring had been sprung
Your clocks all run down
Feet keep flailing around
As you’re trying to run

And the stark messy sky
in your kaleidoscope mind
Keeps on whirling away
A dervish a day
And you wonder why

The sun won’t come up
The teardrops won’t come
The stars won’t go down
But they huddle around
Asking you for the time

A future commandeered
A feeling cantilevered
Until it wears out
Until it falls down
We all come around
We’re stuck in this town

We can’t escape
To a time or place
Where I can’t see your face
And you can’t see mine

2009-03-22T23:58:00.000-07:00

think it's about that time
that I be leaving her
seems I've crossed a line
that we didn't even know was there
I can't forget her eyes
and that makes you sad
I can't pretend I'm wise
why won't it all go away
when I'm sitting on the shore
looking out all the waves
part of me tries to jump in
and part of me walks away
I think I should go back home
if only i knew
where that would be where it would lead
if only I had a clue
I could go line by line
but, they're all recited by you
if i could buy more time
if i could make it work
don't you think that I
would have tried that first
if you meet me at the shore
could you teach me how to breathe
when all around me is the water
and the sand on my feet
would you leave me at the beach
to go back to your depths
would you have me standing here
contemplating little else

draft for kevin

2009-03-19T23:42:00.001-07:00

First verse:

I don't want to lose myself in you
I can't stand it, I've got too much to lose
waiting on a resolution
fixing for a new condition
I can't make myself let go of you

second verse:

tornado turning round inside my head
all I think, all I feel, all seems like lead
when did things get so tired
why'd I turn into a liar
Couldn't just keep things in the end

chorus?

and the waiting is the hardest part
next to your smiles
the waiting is the saddest part
makes me want to

tear right into you
leave you drown
break right through to you
spin you round
can't do that to you
wouldn't be fair
even though you
left me there

For Amber

2009-03-19T22:41:00.000-07:00

He doesn't think
about the damage as
he wraps
constellations
round your head
not thinking about
the gravity
of the situation
you can't go round
with your head full
of stars and tears
and the playing of
endless games
he just is out
for a look round
a trip down
from Alpha Centauri
and back
relatively speaking
an orbital visitor
waiting for collision

2009-03-18T21:14:00.000-07:00

I reclaimed
in a dream
a time lost memory
of the smile
you gave
when you first surrounded me
warm and wet
like June rain
the sparkle
when our eyes met
you laughed and said
Why, hello.
I smirked and managed
a reply.
You shifted your hips
sighed out Oh.
and I think that's
when I lost my mind

2009-03-18T21:07:00.000-07:00

The simple curve
of bodies twined
the simple times
we left behind
we made love
underneath the bridge
not caring
for anything but this
we rushed along
so unaware
of consequence
in the midnight air
I smoked a cigarette
you laughed once more
we didn't contemplate
evening the score
the daylight came
washed away our years
the daylight came
birds trilled a melody
we our fears
behind us
we realized
what love was
how insubstantially
small we seem
looking back now
from memory
I wonder where you are
where you sleep tonight
the things you think of
before out go the lights
do you think
of the way we were
of the bridge
and the morning birds

It has been too long

2009-02-24T04:25:00.001-08:00

I'm perplexed by the feeling of bitterness
on the eve of seeing you tomorrow
it has been too long since I've seen you
since before she died
I am afraid
that I will see the afterimages of her in your face
that I will lose my composure
which is odd since of us all
you look the least like how she looked
I am afraid
to see you tomorrow
yet happy
it has been too long
too too long since we have been brothers
instead of time lost strangers
I am so glad to know you will be near
and sad that I will not be alone anymore

Paper Flowers

2009-02-20T12:54:00.000-08:00

Coming home and coming round

from a fugue

i’m awakened from a reverie

covered in blanket mummification

constricted by the weight

of ocean

of reptile death

of family

covered like the humidity

that comes off your body

pressed against me

your kiss too hard for breath

i remember summers and swimming

lovemaking beneath god and man

the old town center and holding hands

crushed by the weight of calendar pages

pressed to paper flower thickness

i recall our last times sweetly

bitterly

hardly at all

In which I pontificate

2009-02-13T12:45:00.000-08:00

So, I haven't posted anything here for approximately five thousand years, mostly because I've been dreadful busy with school, working a full time job and a bunch of other excuses. That said I'm thinking about taking some of the stuff here and some of the private stuff and putting it in a book for sale. Also, there will be more posts in the future. You have been warned. You know who you are and why you needed warning in the first place.

2008-10-06T03:17:00.000-07:00

Why you looking down lovely
is it cause it hurts to look up at the sky
with the sunlight so bright
the colors so vibrant
the sky so vast and vacant
or cause the world below is of
much more interest
can I walk and look with you at the ground
will you show me why it seems we can't connect
is it cause my feet aren't touching the ground
my head in the clouds
I can't focus on the blades of grass
or the mounds of dirt
maybe we can meet at the horizon
if we just keep walking

I have not seen the colour of your eyes

2008-10-06T02:57:00.001-07:00

I have not seen the colour of your eyes
too long it has been
yet everyday I see your picture
on the screen of the window
to the world
too long
I have not heard your voice
but I speak to you everyday
on the screen that connects us all
so long has it been since I felt your touch
or your breath upon my neck
but it seems only a matter of time
until technology fixes that too

2008-10-05T19:39:00.001-07:00

Funny how it's worked out
that you and I have become comfortable
with this arrangement
of toying and teasing each other
in person and long distance
how I send you words about your
elegance and desirability
and you send me images of your flesh
and mementos of our nights
I wonder if you save these words
like I save the memories they're built on
I wonder if you wore that skirt for me
and then you bite your lip and I know
you do and did.

2008-10-05T19:38:00.003-07:00

I am so very aware of the curve
of your hips
as I have them in my hands
with them I find it very easy to signal
how and when I would like you to move
and you too have become adept
at communicating through them
as you're quite too busy
with your mouth to be bothered

2008-10-05T19:38:00.001-07:00

I wish you were here to pass the lamentable weekend
days and nights pass in succession
out of discussions
out of orange juice in the fridge
go to the store and meander the aisle
wide enough for one but not for two holding hands
walking carefully on the light colored squares
passing the piles of frozen poultries
turning the corner I see that her ass looks like yours
making me flee for the comfort of home

2008-10-05T19:37:00.002-07:00

Let me tell you bout a girl I know
how her smile reflects in her eyes
about her lips and her hips and her thighs
how she could blow your mind
how she could make it
worth your time
how she seems to know
just where you want to go
how to get from a to b
and everywhere in between
let me tell you bout the things she does
how she'll tease you while you eat
oh and the things she does with her teeth
how I can't get her out of my head
how I can't wait til she's back in bed
and oh the things she says to me
how her smell is in my sheets
and fingertips on my cheeks

2008-10-05T19:37:00.001-07:00

my favorite time to look in your eyes
is when I'm between your thighs
mouth on your mound lips to lips
your adoration shines right through
and the way your lids flutter
when I languidly lap at your
lovely little button
sends shivers down my spine
how you tangle your hands in my hair
pushing up and down from both sides
I can feel you looking down at me
in pleasure and wonder and joy
leaving yourself on my chin and sheets

2008-10-05T19:36:00.001-07:00

What is the half life on longing
the statute of limitations on love
the length of time before
I can move the fuck on
what is the depth of depression
the time you have to wait
for the sound the pebble makes
after it's been thrown down the well
why are we always falling and late
chasing after rabbits
in hats with pocketwatches
who sets the time frame for this
or that
and what are you doing
why are you still around
orbiting silently
like a ghost or whisper
just out of earshot

2008-10-05T19:35:00.000-07:00

Audacity must have compelled me to think
that the blue white shine of newness would last
that the days of talking til dawn would prevail
when time and logic dictated otherwise
but when have I had time for logic
I wrote you letters that I never sent
thoughts trapped in amber by fear
destroyed in the stasis of notebooks left behind
aborted attempts at ambitious adulation
how could I have thought that we were anything
other than two people
circling the heavens like constellations
Orion and Cassiopeia trapped forever
in twilight dances and midnight remonstrations

The crashing waves of yesteryear

2008-10-05T19:34:00.002-07:00

The crashing waves of yesteryear
break upon the reefs of the present
and we sit on the beach watching them
counting the seagulls
picking our thoughts from the foam
throwing them back from the beachhead
watching them skim against the sunset
paper airplanes against a fire sky
and we sit back down and watch
as night falls and the tide
takes with it our memories

the Death of Your Alto Voice

2008-10-05T19:34:00.001-07:00

The death of your alto voice brings tears to mine eyes
waiting desperately for the days when I hear it anew
this time might persistence pay off
might it be seen for the adoration it really is
opposed to the obsessiveness it seems
might it be that once
absence will make that which is absent missed
instead of forgotten
how could you forget about all the things we said
the promised dreams of tomorrow
bright white hot light of love letters sent instantaneously
streaming across the ether of interwhatever
from you to me and back again
we are living in the modern age and time is speeding up
perhaps that means the life cycle of love is too

2008-10-05T19:32:00.000-07:00

If she wanted she could rule the world
she could steal my soul for a sunbeam smile
if you're lacking inspiration
all you have to do is reach outside
feel the warmth of daybreak on your skin
all you had to do was say anything
anything at all would have been worth
the weight of eternity
all I want is to feel the grass between my toes
and to see you on a blanket reading these
words calling out to the depth of temerity

Between you and I

2008-10-05T19:31:00.000-07:00

Gilded honey dipped words
have not been enough
have not been insightful
have not cracked the hard walls that you've erected
supposing like all things
it pales as time goes on
we even take for granted the glory of sunsets
and smiles, half lidded and shy
words mouthed across hallways
across oceans and deserts
across the gulf between me and you
I don't suppose it matters
for it would seem you think all things do
but I protest to you
that not all things are like flowers
they do not wither
nor their scent falter in intensity
nor do their petals lose sheen or luster
they persist unwatered and unattended
no matter how neglected they might be
in coffeeshops and kitchen counters
on the window sill between you and I

symphony of two

2008-10-05T19:30:00.000-07:00

The long straight plateau of your score
stretches out in front of me
while hips work a fervent rhythm
in time to internal orchestration
a symphony of two
the hard shift of fast breaths
punctuated by the snare taut cries and sighs
of salacious slippery slides
up and down the octaves
heading for the bridge of chorus and verse
the junction of bawdy and verve
crescendos piling on each other
with cymbal crash punctuations
building an anticipation
an emancipation
dedication
of transitive mirth

2008-05-24T03:15:00.000-07:00

sitting on the edge of the bed
looking at each other
holding hands
radio playing in the background
the air around us snaps with anticipatory sizzles
eyes, fingers, grazing
barely touching lips to
mouth neck chest
losing definition
inside each little particularity
every little singularity
each half moan
and whisper
every sharp intake
brushstroke of
foudations for evenings not yet spent
in love and sweat
steam and adoration

2008-04-27T02:39:00.001-07:00

along a dirt road casting shadows
long with bloated summer
sky bluer than i've ever seen
like unreality broken through
like the paint you use
your hand in mine we walk
in two days your shoulders
will be peeling
replacing the old with the new
your skin is on my sheets
and mine under your nails
as the season invades us
there's only so much to take off
before you're laid bare

2008-04-27T02:21:00.000-07:00

dancing a tango upon the heads of pins
my hand placed where your back meets hip
guiding us through the twists and turns
not knowing this beat we follow
or where it ends or begins
we dance all night and retire
to dance again
in smoke filled hazes
long drawn out gazes
twisting turning mazes
of rose petals
where backs meet hips

2008-04-23T22:10:00.001-07:00

tendrils fall across your face
plastered there by sweat
your lips taste lovely
like saltwater and strawberry's
like night by the ocean
i am covered by your hair
a waterfall of auburn
shampoo sex
straddling me
raining kisses
soft sweet like springtime
skin pressed to fire
branding me
leaving your mark forever

2008-04-23T16:32:00.000-07:00

leaving traces in my mind
the lines written on your back
crisscrossing like a map
of a confused and beautiful city
words wrapping over your hips
your smile holds more than meaning
beneath your emerald gaze
i work in plum and cherry
strawberry and sweat
brushes tickling teasing
titillating tips of twilight tracery
pictures in my mind
memory being what it is
will likely fade away
but not before again
I find a canvas
rose and hewn
all at once remarkable

2008-04-22T00:22:00.000-07:00

Like a New York real estate agent
I've shown too many rooms of my heart
desperate like a boxer in the late rounds
punch drunk and out of options
corner of my mind trying to throw in the towel
I've left myself open
to interpretation and examination
beauty in the eye of the beholder
why can't you be holding me
til after the end times
til the whole world melts away
will i still be wondering
why you had to leave

2008-04-20T02:13:00.000-07:00

i know i come off too strongly
too directly spouting the colors of my mind
rain gutter runoff of insecurity
forming oil slick kaliedoscopes
unfortunately i've covered your ducks
with my row of shit
my own crude fumbling in the dark
knocking over your pottery and I'm
wandering and you're lights out
the best thing that i've ever seen and i'm
wondering what you could ever see
in me

2008-04-04T12:21:00.001-07:00

Lasting rays of summer evening
Streaks of red and purple
Meet the waters edge
you were standing
In a blue jean skirt
As the breeze from the ocean
Ruffled your hair like a parent
Waves caressing your feet
Washing the brown sand from them
You were looking at the horizon
The ships passing at sea
Little specks against the gumdrop sky
I was skipping rocks off the waves
You came over and held my hand
And we sat on the sand
Watching the day fade

2008-04-02T11:41:00.000-07:00

Seasons fade
Gently spring to summers wrath
Falls cool embrace to winters death
For this we trade
Permanence, Solidity, Temperance
For
Vibrancy, Variety, Vicissitude
The house in Kansas
For the yellow brick road
Even if we have to step
On the which is here
To get there
To face our lions
Follow our paths
Find our cities
Made of emerald glass
Step on rainbows
Wonder why
Diamonds rarely fall
From the sky
Ah yet seasons won't stop their cycle
Years pass from days
Time our closest friend
Even she betrays
In the end
Our adventures done
There must come
An end of one

2008-04-02T10:46:00.001-07:00

Falling from flower petals
Dew tasting sweetly on my tongue
Shall I tiptoe through your garden
Or make a mad dash to the heart of things
We savor our various detours
Finding this nook or enclosure
Our rendezvous
To steal away our kisses
Our longing
Obscured from the prying eyes of
Those that might not
Understand how we can feel so free
To express
Want and need
Desire formed delicately
Under cover of night

2008-03-24T03:11:00.000-07:00

Oh so sorry
You fell away
Down the well
Playing guessing games
Oh how you strove
For truth and meaning
Always seeing
Hardly feeling
If only you knew
If only you saw
That things that seem true
Are often found false
And where henceforth
Have you gone away
And will you come back
When you're done with your games

2008-03-21T22:40:00.000-07:00

As we lay here
Silently in bed
My hand rests
On your naked hip

Your head on my arm
Back to chest
My face in your hair
Smell of shampoo
Sex and body wash

You mumble something
In half drowsy awareness
I can’t hear what it is though
It doesn’t matter
Because we are here
With my hand on your hip

2008-03-19T11:43:00.000-07:00

In the space right before sleep
I can feel the touch of your lips
The slight pressure of hand on back
As you crawl into bed
Setting things into place
Like puzzle pieces as we lay
In that space it lasts forever
Like only dreams can
Filled with heat and light
Depth in brevity
A concerto from you to me

Arthur C. Clarke RIP

2008-03-19T00:33:00.000-07:00

Arthur C. Clarke; probably, if not the most influential Science Fiction author of the last century then definitely in the top 3 has passed away this morning in his home in Sri Lanka. Clarke wrote many excellent books of which Childhood's End, Rendezvous with Rama, and of course 2001: a Space Odyssey are the most well known. Clarke was also responsible for coming up with the theory for determining how to put a communications network into the eponymous geosynchronous orbit 22,300 feet above the planet, which pretty much led the way to, well life as we currently know it. So, today when you use your cell phone, or the internet, or see a television remember that none of that would have been possible without Arthur C. Clarke science fiction author, futurist.

2008-03-19T00:08:00.000-07:00

The way you look through me
So effortlessly
With just a glance and
A come hither look
From your big green
Half lidded wantonness
Just burns through my soul
Leaving embers dying in
Forest fire aftermath
Leaves me withered and charred
Ready for new growth
The way you look at me
Over the edge of your
Oh so sexy spectacles
Makes me yearn for you
To look at me at least
Just one more time
Like that
The way we look together
To the horizon sometimes
When your hand finds mine
Swaying lightly
Like palms on Ventura
Or bed sheets

2008-03-18T22:14:00.000-07:00

Clouds drift by
Tumbleweeds
In a prairie of blue
Lazy like lovers
Languid after long laconic
Kisses of
Lips
Hands
Thighs
Mingling and joining
In harmony
Perfect like the way
Your hair frames your face
As we lay on the grass
The twilight reflects
Off the green in your
Yes oh so smoky gaze
Mixing with the reds and oranges
Of not quite yesterday

Tales of the counquering hero

2008-03-15T18:22:00.000-07:00

Okay, so as referenced earlier, I knew I was going to be playing IG Hidden, in the City Championship. What I didn't know was that I wouldn't be able to find any of my Crime Syndicates or Flying Kicks which is of course ridiculous since I must have about 20 or so Flying Kicks. So after calling around and being able to secure at least the FK's Mike and I headed over to the shop. Regardless this is the pile I ended up playing...

Tot's

4 Catwoman
4 Johnny Quick
2 Superwoman
4 Owlman
2 Black Manta
4 Jemm
2 Ultraman
4 White Martian
2 Prometheus

Plots

4 Batzarro Beatdown
1 Savage Beatdown
1 Crime Syndicate
2 Pathetic Attempt
2 Hunte Castle
2 Lvl. 12 Intelligence
3 Flying Kick
4 Big Leagues
3 Skree
4 Secret Files
4 Blinding Rage

Total: 60

So after grabbing the three Flying Kicks from Adam and tossing them in my deck heading out for a quick smoke and BSing with the folks at the card shop we sit down to play there's 9 players there which is nice for what I considered pretty average prize support. I take a quick look at the meta for the tourney.

1 FF (Bonnie)
1 IG Hidden (yours truly)
1 Kree/VU (Adam)
1 Punisher (Abel)
1 Skrull/IH (Sean)
1 FF (Mike)
1 Hellboy/??? (Mikey)
1 IH Curve (Mik)
and
whatever Ryan was playing

Rounds are paired up, Sean has the bye.

Round 1 Abel (Punisher/FF)

Abel is a good player in our area and I knew he'd be playing Punisher since he's been playing it for a while. I win the roll and take evens.
Turn 1

Abel lays a resource and passes.

I drop Catwoman.

Life 52-48

Turn 2

I drop Superwoman. Abel plays Punisher hidden. I swing for 4. Abel powers Punisher up on his attack back

Life 51-46
Turn 3

Abel lays and plays out Thing ( the 6/5 one). I play Owlman, he swings for 9 to the face which I am of course forced to take. I play Skree on Punisher, swing Owlman through him then smash Superwoman into Thing, lastly I bring Catwoman across for the 5 point swing. Abel Ko's Punisher.

Life 42-34
Turn 4
I Lay a resource and play Jem, discarding Johnny Quick. Abel plays Punisher attaches a Desert Eagle to him flips a Baxter Building, draws, discards an Invisible Woman, draws again still can't find part of the Fate Suite and flips a Tower, discarding another FF character, finally going out to get the Helm. Raised eyebrow on my side. Combat ensues. I first attempt to Lvl. 12 away the eagle, he responds by calling my attempt Pathetic. So, I have Superwoman bravely fly over and smash punisher for 7 with the help of the Big Leagues. "I should have gotten the Cloak" Abel says. I then run Jem into Thing and Owlman smashes his face for 7. Abel keeps Punisher

Life 39-18
Turn 5

Abel plays Ghost Rider, with a Wheels of Vengance does more drawey-waey stuff with NBB, still can't find any stuff to put on Punisher and shakes his head. I play a White Martian. Abel went to scoop at this point, but we played it out anyway after his attack it was 6-18, after mine it was 6-(-12)

1-0

Game two I play Mike my roommate he's playing FF and just shakes his head. "You know that's a total pile you're playing right?" He says to me.
"Yup," I reply, "still gonna win."
"I know." He states glumly.
the game goes pretty much that way with me winning 32-(-2)

2-0

Game 3 I play Sean who is also playing a hidden deck. He sits presents his deck and says to me, "good luck," to which I reply in kind.

It pretty much goes as chalk with me playing my characters hidden and Sean moving his with Franklin Richards. We do an obscene amount of damage to each other due to the fact that he has no hidden hate and I can't find a Skree! Turn five we of course have complete boards, except for a three for me which I missed. He swings for like 38 taking me from 20 to -18, I look grimly at the fact that he has 16 and start doing math, eventually I figure it out and get him to -19 while I sit at -16 thanks to the +2 from Catwoman. I shake my head and Sean's hand and step outside for a much needed smoke.

3-0

Game 4 I play Mik. Mik is playing straight IH curve and poses no problem really as I finish him off on turn 5 11-(-18). This game was notable for being the only one of the four in which I didn't get Catwoman on 1.

4-0

I have to say the deck is phenomenally fast and strong, I can see why people were gaga over it at the modern tourney in LA. Even a sub-par build like this one was able to pretty much lay waste. There wasn't really a match that I felt pushed in, except for the one with Sean, and even in that game I never thought I was going to lose. That's not to say the other players played poorly, Just that the decks I faced couldn't get to the hidden area. If Adam had played the Wolverine deck then things probably would have been different, Wolverine pretty much eats Injustice Hidden alive. It's weird though, I'm a City Champion, I placed 2nd in the first CC, and yet I've bombed all the Elite Series and MW events I've attended...I'm not sure if that makes me a good player or just lucky in my meta choices. hmmm.

Saturday afternoon and all dressed up with no where to go...

2008-03-14T23:35:00.000-07:00

So I've decided to play IG Hidden in the City Championship tomorrow. It's a relatively straight forward deck and it's been a while since I've played anything that was so viscerally straightforward. Hopefully I'll remember to take a notepad so that I can post a report over here.

2008-03-14T23:24:00.000-07:00

We're the ones who have to suffer, we're the face of promises
Leaning on the railings of metaphoric precipices
Looking for meaning, looking for nascent symbolization
Two dimensional with no depth
Cardboard players on matte frames
Off with ere heads
And you're off to see the wizard
In your little black dress
With emerald eyes
And come
Fuck
Me
Pumps
And I can't find the whole
Just the segments of time
Slipping away til
I'm too late

what to wear....

2008-03-13T14:50:00.000-07:00

So Saturday is the City Championship for Sacramento (which is where I live), for a Card Game I play called Vs. System, I think I have two or three options for decks, yet I have no idea what to play. the options are as follows: IG Hidden, SS Denial, and X-men Recovery, could also play IG X-Men Handflood/Burn. Any thoughts?

2008-03-11T01:19:00.000-07:00

What's it say
That I'd rather spend my days
Writing these lines
Than what others might consider
More valid pursuits
What's it mean
That your approval
Says more than the plaudits
Of a dozen others
Damned with faintest praise
What to do
When the sounds I long to hear
Are the sounds you make
Close to my ear
Feeding my ego
What's the point
Is it mutual gratification
Or mutual aggravation
Continued appreciation
Or mutual reaffirmation

2008-03-11T01:15:00.000-07:00

Death's so selfish
It cares not at all
What day of the week
It happens to visit
Like unwanted in-laws
That overstay their welcome
All it leaves are
The unwanted dishes and
The certainty of future visits
We cling to our own mortality
So viciously
Living vicariously through our decendents
So furiously
Visiting our sins on our daughters
So curiously
Why don't we ever grow up

Who are these people?

2008-03-10T21:13:00.000-07:00

So I was looking at the cast for the new Star Trek movie on IMDB.com and while I'm sure other people could dissect this more efficiently than I can, I'm gonna give it a try regardless.

Kirk: Chris Pine. Pine is essentially a no name actor having appeared in two moderately successful films in supporting roles: Princess Diaries 2 and Smoking Aces. Nothing in his career has shown that he can play Kirk, of course nothing in his career has shown he can't play him either and Shatner was a no name when he took the role on too. I expect he'll play it more straight up, but without a more thorough filmography, it's impossible to say.

Spock: Zachary Quinto. Quinto is most known for his role as the supervillian Sylar on the hit TV show Heroes. Of the chosen actors he certainly is the one that most looks like his predecessor, he's also the one most familiar with fandom. I'm sure he appreciates the somberness neccesary to play the role effectively and unlike a lot of people the history that goes along with it.

Uhura: Zoe Saldana. Well, she's certainly hot. I've no idea what Abrams intends to do with Uhura I can't imagine that all he'll have her do is sit around and answer the space phone in the 21st century though. She played a minor part in the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie, and that's the total of her filmography that I'm familiar with. That said her role in that movie was physical and comic, she should be fine.

McCoy: Karl Urban. Urban is the one I feel most comfortable with in his role even more so than Quinto or Cho. He's a good actor with an ability to subsume himself in his character. His background is filled with solid supporting parts, he can't seem to carry his own movie as evidenced by Pathfinder, but he does very well playing the second lead. I imagine that his McCoy will be a more physical presence than the Kelly one ever was since Deforest Kelly was roughly 145 years old when he got the part of McCoy.

Sulu: John Cho. Cho is most well known for his title role in the Harold and Kumar stoner comedies. Abrams and Cho seem to be sincere in their desire to portray the characters in the intent that they were originally written, as opposed to the more campy version that made it to tv screens in the 60's. Of course, we also live in a more congealed society than we did even 50 years ago.

Scotty: Simon Pegg. I don't get this. I like Pegg, Hot Fuzz might be one of the funniest movies made in the last decade at least, but I don't get him as the wily engineer. This may be more a failing on my part than the part of the actor though.

last we come to...

Checkov: Anton Yelchin. At least they got a Russian guy to play the Russian Ensign. Yelchin is in two movies that are on my to be watched list, Alpha Dog and Charlie Bartlett, however I've never heard of him before now. His part is probably the least important of the main characters, and as such it's not like he was Chris Pine.

Anyway that's the thoughts I have on the major cast member choices made in the new Star Trek movie outside of Eric Bana and Winona Ryder whom I believe are both decent actors, but whom comparisons can't be made about since their characters are all new.

2008-03-10T12:36:00.000-07:00

I’ve come to miss your voice
With the twinkle snap of your eyes
The languidness of your lips
The pressure of your thighs

I’ve come to miss the glory
Of sunlight filtering your hair
Lips moist, voice smoky
Gazing through half lidded stare

I’ve come to miss the way
You would tousle my bangs
Or smile up at me
Just to bear your fangs

I’ve come to miss your voice
The suddenness of goodbye
The arch in your brow
Whispering why

2008-03-09T22:27:00.000-07:00

So this will be the place with which the first step shall be taken. Inside will be found posts on poetry, pop culture, relationships and every other sort of geekery that infects our day to day lives with its wonderful sickly sweet smell. Enjoy.