Inevitable decline and decay of male gender

The party ends

Infatuation fades away or..

stay

The inevitable decline..

Nothing ever happens

Nobody ever makes a move

Guess too focused on the groove

Just linger and hang

Empty, strange faces watching from the distance

No approach

Inaction and no initiation

Everybody always

waiting

anticipating

hesitating

Nobody ever makes a move

Guess too focused on the groove..

Don't just sit and wait!

Initiate!

Alone with everybody...

''the flesh covers the bone

and they put a mind

in there and

sometimes a soul,

and the women break

vases against the walls

and the men drink too

much

and nobody finds the

one

but keep

looking

crawling in and out

of beds.

flesh covers

the bone and the

flesh searches

for more than

flesh.

there's no chance

at all:

we are all trapped

by a singular

fate.

nobody ever finds

the one.

the city dumps fill

the junkyards fill

the madhouses fill

the hospitals fill

the graveyards fill

nothing else

fills.''(C.B.)

No Sex in The City II

I utterly cannot utter words no more

Perplexity, complexity of proximity

Paralyzing insecurity

Stutter(It’s not me)

Then you wake up next to me...

If we are lucky...

The way I look in the morning...

''THE WAY SHE LOOKS IN THE MORNING! SHE RAN AFTER THE GARBAGE MAN AND SAID ¨AM I TOO LATE FOR THE GARBAGE?¨ HE SAID ¨NO, JUMP IN¨.

Fire and Ice

''Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To know that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice. ''(R Frost)

Some are like fire.Desire.

Some are like ice.

Ice melts with fire.

I also favor desire.

Then ice puts down fire. When melted

And ice wins.

Unfortunately

Pearls of Wisdom of Madame PP...

There are old ladies in the toilets.
They are everywhere. In Belgium.
To collect the money , after the piss.
Its normal. Here.

I talk to them. Normally they are nice.
They like to talk.
Sometimes smile.
They are old. So they are experienced.

I meet one special Madame PP on saturday night.
Strictly Nice.
She breaks out with the smile. I tip her high.
Its a taugh job. Late nights.
Cigarette smoke. She smokes like a chimney.
Ugly wrinkles on her nice face.
She tells me stories.
When ice broken, looks at me and asks:

-Are you engaged?
-No, I answer, Hell no. I'm single.
(Thinking , why the hell are you asking me this?)

-Good! Good for you young lady! You are so lucky! You are still free and have your life for yourself!

-Why, is it so bad to be engaged? ( I ask)

-Remember this : Enjoy your life. And be patient. Don't hurry up things. There is no hurry.
Once you are married your life is finished. Over.
So keep your eyes wide open, dear. You look like a nice girl.
Remember, keep your eyes wide open....

- Are you married? I ask.
-Yes, of course! I already have grandchildren! She says.
-Is your life over then?
-Yes.

There are old ladies in the toilets.
They know better...

Feel Strong

'It is not necessarily important in life to be strong but to feel strong.'
I FEEL STRONG
'And if you want something in life...just ....
REACH OUT AND GRAB IT'

Unsuccessful dating..

Friday evening , I dash out for this blind date with some '' hot Italian''.
Why not? I am still single, and I am used to taking chances in life, cannot just sit and wait but take action!
So I go, no real thrill, no expectations, we have just chatted a bit on Internet, he seems intelligent, interesting and cultivated. And I am open and friendly.

He does not have to be beautiful...(I have some friends for whom beauty is the primary denominator , whereas I always remember my mum saying-the man does not have to beatiful!) And for me it is not a denominator. I need air. There must be something in the air around him, I have no standards...or type.

So I get there, on time, as usual, we go for a drink. I take coffee, boring I know, but developing the flu so gotta watch out for my precious throat:)
Short chat, the regular starter, nothing spectacular, but weirdly I feel weird. He is looking at me with this vicious smirk-normally cats are smirking. Then suddendly he says he is hungry, ok I know so far that a hungry man is an angry man so I say ok lets go eat!
But he seems undecided to where, what etc. I dont like undecided men.
And I am not really hungry but oki I will keep him company.

The moment we step out, he suddenly stops, with hesitation , looks at me and gives this vicious a look again(as if drooling and checking me out..) saying:

-Hmmm, maybe I could eat something at your place?

Oh my God! I am speechless! Stunned! How dare you! You don't even know me! We just met 45 minutes ago and you just try to invite yourself into my appartment and HAVE SEX!( BITE ME!)
Obviously I am not against sex in general, dont get me wrong, on the contrary, I love it, but not with an arrogant, random stranger! Shiver.
I turn with disgust in my gut, and give him the look( of a pissed of woman, which he doesnt recognize cause he doesnt know me and is too shallow to get it) saying:

- No, you cannot eat anything at my place. You are not invited there, since you are a complete stranger to me and I don't even know you. And I dont invite strangers to my flat. I am really sorry.(still trying to be nice of course) And you know what? I actually just realized I really have to go home now. Its time for me to get back to my readings.

Having said that, I blow a kiss in the air, and run off to get my bus, which has just pulled near the Bourse.
Pure luck. I'm gone and free . And I m sick of talking to stupid, shallow people! What a jerk and idiot! Screw you, and I will screw myself. No intruders in my area. I cherish privacy and intimacy. Poor man didn't score this time but I 'm sure he will find somebody very suitable for him very soon...There are plenty of easy peasy females who are just the same kind he is....

Why do I always meet the wrong men...or the ones I cannot have.. or no men at all. Brussels is difficult in this respect. Dunno why, don't understand. Have the majority of men suddenly lost their bowls???
Why are my bowls normally bigger than theirs? I need a man with bowls, but one who will be sensitive and intelligent, and caring, and overwhelming... And not treat women like meat product only (ref to the Italian....) Bugger.
Then I feel I could possibly be a potential killer. Women's murder club:)

Welcome:)

Greets to all who have strolled into my blog!!
Hope you will not stumble :) or trip and fall.
Depiction of some pieces of my mind and heart and soul plus a full array of experiences.
Or maybe no so full..
Ramifications of past, present and who knows maybe future:)
A life of a single,dynamic, super positive, recklessly restless JoBee in Brussels city:)
Where the sun always shines differently and the grass is green on the other side!
Peace and Love.

No Sex in the City I

I utterly cannot utter words no more
Perplexity, complexity of proximity
Paralyzing insecurity
Stutter
(It’s not me)
Then you wake up next to me...
If we are lucky...

Life is a journey...

… The only people that interest me are the Mad ones,
The ones who are Mad to Live,
Mad to Talk,
Mad to be Saved,
And desirous of everything at the same time,
The ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing……
But burn, burn, burn….
Burn like fabulous roman candles across the night,
Exploding like spiders across the stars……..( On the Road, JK)

From Jack Kerouac`s famous ''On the Road'' , the book of the journey and discovery.
Life is a journey, with many roads diverging, I often find myself at the forking of two or more roads, at the same time. So far, no regrets and complete satisfaction with my choices:)
But very often I go for the road less travelled by...(reference to Robert Frost)Which often makes the difference. Has not always been easy as well..
I love life.. and people..


The Road not Taken

''Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I --I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference''

http://nl.youtube.com/watch?v=UDorNilxPUY&feature=related