Early in the day I read Mike's blog about how he was planning on giving Halloween candy out today.  So, I decided to test out that theory and surprise him.

I got the ball rolling for people to dress up at work for the day, and I thought it would be a darn shame to let Mike miss seeing me in all my regalia! 

So, late in the day I called him to see how he was doing ... and he also informed me that he had gotten his glasses ... which was perfect for that way I knew he would surely be home if I went to surprise him.

Straight out of work I headed towards his place on the streets for most of the way since I figured the freeways would be crowded, and luckily I got on the 110 at a point where the traffic went smoothly with hardly any stop and go.  I got to his place around the time I had estimated, which was good enough to stay and chat a while before he retired for the night ... since we both do have to work the next day.

I knocked on the door and his roommate got up to open up.

"I'm here to do a little trick or treating!", I said with a smile.  He told me that my costume was great.  I told him that I hadn't told Mike I was coming over and it was a surprise.  So, I went to Mike's computer room and knocked ... and I opened the door to surprise him.  Though, he kind figured (or as his roommate said, "hoped" ... lol) it was me.  And it was.

Mike was gracious enough to sit and talk with me for the time I was there, and I even got a 100 Grand out of it.  Sure enough he had bought the candy!  Not that I doubted him, but he had the GOOD stuff.  (Hint: next time get Baby Ruth)

I enjoyed being there with Mike and his roommate talking for a time, and have to admit that it is nice to just relax and chat after a day of work.  It was a surprise for Mike, and a nice way to end the evening for me. 

Hopefully I will do better at surprising him next time ... *insert evil & sexy laugh here*

This past Sunday, while listening to Liz talk to me about wanting to perhaps find a place of her own to get away from her lifelong family home, I was only a bit surprised. We both have talked about getting out of our present situations. Mine with my alcoholic roommate, and she with her demanding mother. I am dreaming of a place for us together, and we talked about "our house" when touring the prefabricated "home" which is pictured on the blog header to this site. I was hoping that we could perhaps become not only lovers but roommates at some future time. However, I have lots of money problems right now, and Liz wants to find a place of her own in the meantime because of family problems. I cannot see myself moving out of my situation for a little while longer, partly because my roommate and I will have to split up, and neither one of us would just "leave" the other holding the rent bag, as it were. I've spent two days thinking about what this would mean for Liz and my relationship. An "interim" living arrangement might be a good thing for Liz. I hope that she is also thinking about someday living with me, as I think of living with her all the time. I wrote the following poem this morning.

 

"Lodgings"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
10/25/057:03 a.m.

I've been living in limbo, near a decade or more,
Moving into this limbo I knew not what was in store
For me, only that I escaped the relationship from hell
And in time, accepting of this hellish place as well.
Moving many myriad times throughout the
course of my life
Escaping one dungeon for another one's strife
Trying to maintain happiness with screaming neighbors
Day after day it's the same ridiculous labors.
My roommates are legend, and I can't stand them at all
But they remain friends, my critiques have to stall
I have changed, perhaps not for better
And I don't like my attitude
I would love to just leave
For another long or short latitude.
Right now, I feel skittish, and hopeless, and irritable
Who knows what life brings to the plate at the table?

Now that I've met you, I hope maybe we'll couple
And find a home for ourselves before my situation buckles
The cat hair and beer cans will all disappear
And then I would always have you standing near
It's only been minutes in the tight scheme of time
The lines of our lives haven't had time to rhyme
We're still feeling our way along early love's path
But our home situation is causing us wrath

Now you too want out of your place and your home
Bubbling animosities, irrationalities breathing foam
I listen to you imply that your situation is untenable
And I want to caution you not to stay unbendable
Little thoughts of unrest will fester and boil
Causing your wanting to flee home, hearth, and soil.

Give me a chance to build a life with your dear
Don't play with fire out of searing cold fear
There's lots of trauma involved in moving I know
I have moved so many times and have nothing to show

I wish I could build you a dream house right now
And present you a gift far from your familial strife
I look in my crystal ball but presently just don't see how
So wherever you land, I hope you're still in my life.

Living in Limbo is not the best occurance
Living in perfection is of course the best deterrance
Someday I hope to live in your perfection
But know I will support your life wherever it's direction

HE SAYS:

Today I'm walking home from the Ralphs and I pass by one of those Teriaki places. Now I've never given this one a second look because they used to be a grits and barbecue soul food place called "Wheaton's Eatin's"  where I always got great grub. And there are just so many Teriaki places in this town. I saw a sign on the outside of the building I had never seen before. "BOBA". I only had one or two "sips" of the Boba you got in Little Tokyo a couple of weeks ago, but I was hooked. I love those little tapioca "pearls" and how they almost "melt in your mouth".

The menu actually looked pretty good. I got hungry while waiting for my BOBA but didn't go over a weight ledge and order the curry chicken or even the sushi rolls. There was some stuff there that I couldn't remember or pronounce, but it looked tasty, and the "kitchen" was always busy. My number was called and I got my Strawberry BOBA which was like a shake but with those tasty little "pearls". Now when you're over at my place and need your BOBA fix, I've got your back. BOBA is right around the corner.

Are you thirsty now?

 

SHE WRITES:

This is something I wrote a while ago, but it fits ... I love letting my imagination run wild.

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I don't know what it is about me, but lately I have been emanating so much warmth - and heat. It just radiates off of me. I think it is fueled by my desire and passion ... for you.

Do you know what sweet torture it is to have had you, yet ... you are so far away? To only taste of your body between such long periods of time? I become starved and emaciated for your body Beloved. That is your name now. It came to me in a dream ... Beloved. Loved by me. I whisper your name as I feel the echoes pulse within me of our last union.

Beloved ... you are electric.

How I imagine our next meeting. I want to caress your face. Take in each feature through my fingertips and look at you to burn my memory with this image. The image of you and I ... sitting with our legs entwined ... in the darkness. You relaxed and receiving. I taking you into me with every single fiber of my being - angelic succubus. Beloved, you purge me of the poison of lust and desire by allowing me to take you like I do. Leave me clean.

"Do you know how beautiful and precious you are to me Beloved?" I slowly and carefully whisper into your ear as I hold your face cupped in my hands. I want you to soak in each word and feel it deep down to your core. Then when I have let the words linger and make their way to your soul I will playfully, delicately and longingly lightly lick your earlobe and you will hear me exhale as you inhale. Breath interchanged in close space, and my hand falls from your face down to your chest.

I can feel your heartbeat and my other hand travels from your neck to your back, I pull you closer ... and deeper into me. Our ribs interlock and I close my legs around your waist. My hands roam free and so do my lips. I kiss ... your forehead ... your eyes ... your nose ... your cheeks ... your neck ... your shoulders ... and finally. Finally ... I sensually lick your lips and prepare it for a kiss. I look deeply into your eyes and see I am inside of you. And, with that I kiss you. I kiss you long and hard. I take your lip and bite it. Bite it with enough pressure to blur the boundary of pain and pleasure.

Beloved. If you only knew. If you only knew that having you deep inside me. Thrusting in and out isn't enough. I want to absorb you into me. I want to go beyond you and me. I want that moment where we are both one and time stops. Where beauty, love and light intersect. That thin crossroads of what is beyond words yet understood by both. That you are me and I am you ... that we are one.

At times Beloved. At times it feels like I so want to be intermingled inside with you that I think I will break you. The times I scratch your back and draw blood, I hold back. I want to tear you apart and see the warm core in the center of you that fills me with such passion and desire. What is it? Where is it Beloved? Is it your scent? Is it your warmth? Is it your words? Is it that look of your eye? The touch of your hand? That singular sigh?

Beloved. I would move mountains and build bridges for you. I want to bathe and anoint your body with oils and lotions. I want to lick you from head to toe, run my hands through every inch of you. Record you for eternity from the outside in. I want to swim in your body Beloved; I want to live in your sea.

Exhuberant Evaluation
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Turesday, October 11, 2005 5:51 am

Every moment spent in wonder
Life inhaled as a breath of purpose
Inner beauty shines bright, injected with
Zeal and quantum care
Always learning
Both earthbound and spiritual
Every moment spent alive and vibrant
Touching my
Humanity with softness and love

Memories might be hazy
Energy and stamina might lag a bit, but
Never does your caring or vibrancy lag
Doctors are a given in your existence
Ovarian obstacles and diabetic detritus
Zoo animals inhabit your room
And you always have a smile for the world

 

The Best Date
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Tuesday, October 11, 2005 6:15 am

I want to sire you up to Heaven
Riding in a carriage pulled by swans
Listening to the music of the stars
Swooning in their bowers in the skies.
I want to kiss you in a moonbeam
Shining along with old man moon's smile
Hearing the Heavenly choirs of angels
Singing just for us

I want to couple with you forever
And never leave your side
I want to feel your body breathe
My breath inside your lungs
I long to live beside you daily
So we can feel each other's heartbeat

Every day is now an excuse to think of you
Every moment is a moment spent beside you
In memory.
Every life is one that touches yours
And every love is one that reaches you

Our best date has not yet begun
Our life is but a beginning right now,
Taking babysteps to Heaven.
But the swans are at the ready
And the carriage is waiting,
With a shine that blinds the sun.
The Best Date is forever
And I will spend it with you, my only one.

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BEHIND THE POETRY: The first poem is an anacrostic, and the first letters of all the lines spell Elizabeth's name. I have always written anacrostic poetry for every gal with whom I have ever been involved. It is one of my "traditions". I have already written a few poems for Liz, but "Exhuberant Evaluations" is the anacrostic that has been bubbling in my brain for a few weeks. All my poetry for Liz will be presented on this site instead of on WhenWordsCollide, so subscribe to this site too if you subscribe to my regular site, in order to receive all my poetry as I write it.  MFN 10/11/05

SHE SAYS:

The other evening we had a wonderful night out at Alpine Village, specifically we were going to check out Oktoberfest ... though things didn't end up quite like that.

Thank goodness we are both good company ... lol ... because we had to wait quite a while for a server.  Granted the place was busy due to Oktoberfest, but the servers sure took their time getting around.  I have to admit that the food was excellent thought.  Mike had the Tyrolian Chicken, which looked delicious ... and I had the Knackwurst which was fantastic.  And, Mike decided we should have some wine with the meal ... a relaxing Merlot.

I know we left Mike's place around 6:30, and it wasn't until around 8 that we finally got our bill.  The first time we requested the bill our server came back with some Apple Strudel instead! 

Once we had finished our dinner we walked down toward the area where they had the Oktoberfest event going on.  Looking in though, it didn't look too interesting and we decided to head home.

On the way back to Mike's place, he got a case of "happy hands" while we were in the car (which I didn't mind ... ) at a stoplight.  Suddenly a woman in the car next to us pulls further forward and yells out, "You two look like a happy couple!" ... I just looked and smiled ... to then see the passenger giving a thumbs up.  I had to laugh after they left our side ... it was just so unexpected.

When we got back to Mike's place we decided to relax and enjoy each other's company ... to add to it we also saw "Four Friends" which I have to admit was a great movie.

All in all it was a wonderful evening.  It was a relaxing day compared with the hectic nature throughout the week.

Saturday, October 2nd, was our first "Monthiversary", but because of Elizabeth's "bite" we were prohibited from seeing each other until Sunday, and Liz "treated" me to a "date" which lasted all day, and was most enjoyable. It started at about 9:30am when I delivered these two monkeys to Elizabeth, her "Monthiversary gift". I searched through many many stuffed animals at Toys R Us until I got just the right two animals, which I thought looked a perfect complement to her bedroom. Liz got me a Betty Boop collectible of Betty on a motorcycle with my initial.

The early part of the day was spent at Puente Hills Mall, where we ate a wonderful early lunch at Oba Oba, which is a Brazilian buffet style restaurant. The meat, which was served from skewers, never seemed to stop coming, and our meal segued into a movie date. We saw the new David Cronenberg film, "History of Violence." After the movie, Liz drove me to Little Tokyo, near the Civic Center in downtown L.A. , and since I had my camera with me, I took some photos.

First we walked through an outdoor "mall" where we later had "boba" and some Japanese ice cream. (Of which I forgot the name. Liz will remember. She treated me to these new delicacies.) Then we visited the Japanese Museum, which was an eye opening display of the abuse of the Japanese Americans in World War Two, with a scale model of the Manzanar Concentration Camp.

Next we walked North on 2nd street, on which the new CalTrans building, across from City Hall, was very impressive. I got lots of photos of the building, including this one of the sun reflected off the north side. They were filming a movie ( a regular occurance downtown) and had the street blocked off. But that didn't stop me from getting photos.

This shot is right next to City Hall, and shows the "signpost" to Los Angeles' "sister cities" in other parts of the world.

City Hall is always a "photo op" and is the oldest "skyscraper" in the city of Los Angeles. I got right up to the building, and shot a series through the tree branches of the Magnolias planted in front. For one shot, I actually got on my back lying down to get the whole facade in the shot.

I thank Liz for suggesting this shot. She has a good eye. We were standing in the forecourt of the old Los Angeles Times building, and this is a reflected shot of the City Hall Tower from across the street in the marble doorway of the Times building.

Here is a shot that is reminscent of when City Hall was still the tallest building in town, looking up past the Cal Trans building on the right, and a parking structure that is undergoing renovation on the left. I like the lines in this photo.

St. Vibiana's was the large Catholic Cathedral for many years in downtown L.A., until it was put out of commission by the Northridge earthquake, which did irreparable damage to the interior. The little contemplation garden to the left of the cathedral was locked up, and this is a shot through the locked gate.

Another shot of City Hall from one of the open malls in the Little Tokyo district. The Space Shuttle commemorates an Asian astronaut from the Challenger disaster, and looks like it's about to skyrocket into space.

In this last shot, we see the "friendship knot" at the entrance to Little Tokyo. All together, our "date" lasted for most of the day. We walked "around town" for a while, and Liz pointed out one of the best parking deals for all day parking in the city. A most enjoyable day, and we both can hardly wait for next weekend, when hopefully, my love will be completely healed, and we can spend more time together. She also sent me a nice ecard in celebration, and will be "sleeping" with her new pet "monkeys" tonight.

"A Little Reflection"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri 
Saturday, September 23, 2000 10:30 a.m. pdt
 

One verse shall write itself upon the conciousness, and one verse shall disappear into the murky depths of the unconscious
One feeling will be triumphant, and happy, reeling with the untapped coincidences of circumstance
And one feeling will be a dim one, shutting down the elation inherent in the psyche

One positive, one negative
One shining, one dull
A reflection of present feelings, shining off the mirror of existence
"A smile is a frown turned upside down"
Serenity is the flip side of cacophany

Sitting idle in front of the keyboard,
Wondering about the illusions of yesterday
One reflects upon the present,
and the reflection is not pristine and clear
but the edges are blurry
and the picture is never in focus

The picture has never been in focus
and for all the new perscription spectacles one tries on
the days pass
the picture recedes in the distance
and the reflection of life never really reflects truth after all

So we get up every morning and look in the mirror
And rub the sleep from our eyes and stare at our past and our future

One day will be filled with fruition and promise
One day will be filled with salty tears

One day my princess will come

And reflect my image in her soul...............

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I was browsing through some of my earlier poetry this morning looking for quite another piece as an answer poem to a series I posted on WhenWordsCollide last night,  when I came upon this poem written in 2000, a couple of months after Regina left California, my last "failed lovesearch". I thought it fitting that as I write, my "princess" has finally arrived at last. The photographs both here and on the ElectricPoetry post on WhenWordsCollide, are "sunset shots" taken right on the street in front of my house last night. The clouds reflected in the setting sun looked not only magnificent, but somewhat eerily beautiful. MFN 10/1/05