Hotel Nikko Girl (Blue)

Kisses For The Girl Who Never Had A Clue

"Kisses for the girl who never had a clue" From the book, Hotel Nikko Blue S.S

Welcome :: Check In :: Come Live :: Come Play :: Hotel Nikko (Blue) ::

Welcome. Bonjour! This is me, my home and yet another home. As a writer this time. And who are you? May I ask? So curious indeed. If you are artist, if you are reader as an audience if you are whoever you are I want to know you. Can you follow? Would you like to? I would like to...Well it is for me to introduce myself to you... Hello again. Did I lose you? Will you dance? Will you play? I am just so curious. Please forgive myself for I can be quite forward but dare I persist that I must insist you should definitely pursue reading through all of this whatever this is indeed. Please read on and try not to damage so much my simple words but I want you to understand every word by word with your very imagination and thought. Would that be so much to ask for? It is but my desire. My very own desire to capitvate you in any certain mood. So will you play? Will you dance? And to think through this time together while it should be the time of our lives we have together, to just be and to dance together. I want to teach you how to free your mind and show you what freedom of imagination is all about. To appeal to you and hear you as I have shared every bit of my writings and wordings with you, for you in the frills and in the secrets of what intimate will. A poet, a writer, a songwriter, an artist, an entrepreneur, a pianist, a philiosphical, an intellectual, a world traveller, a dreamer, a lover, a girl yet to become woman who just want's to share this with you. But it would be only fair to know you too it would so very much be a blessing to understand how you may be feeling at any given time indeed. I am just a girl. Simple yet complex. And here I am. And here you are, us. It is just us together in space. Long to teach you what I know and all I have been through. And would you please join me now as I invite you in as I am so deeply moved to have you as my guest...Come along and play, dream away, get lost...and dance. Come along for the ride...It is quite a ride. I want to take you there and I love you all for being my new friend.

Nikko Girl :: She Welcome's You :: With Open Arms :: Kisses From Excerpts, S.S

About me: Yet this is yet another me. Had so many lifes and at the twenties now have lived oh so many lifetimes. But why not for why not? And in fact my emergence has been such turbulence throughout all these years this was the hardest yet the most profound of the artist to come out. How thoughtful now to share with you all my creations. All the years I have spent and tears, the words and the experiences, experiments, faces, strangers, pain and angst to get to the core of all of this. For there are so many who cannot understand the artist. The beauty and the creation. This is yet another me but not is it ever for us, together. Your role, whoever you may be is so very important. Indeed you probably do not see it but you have to believe that the time has come to live through this, together. And what a high to ride the wave through time when you don't know where you are going but the becoming is so cloud nine. I hope that you can relate. I am but very sensitive, unpredictable, unusual, strange in a sense that you could probably never quite get it. But this is who I am. In every word and every thought, emotion that I need to share with you and with such passion. I want to live every moment. And have you my audience a part of it. We will meet again in time. Perhaps many a time but right now at this time when I write it is just so exhausting and unconvincing that it upsets me this perfectionistic tendency that I have. For all my life it has taken to prepare for you my devotions and now to share it in some form or another, as a writer, a poet and a dreamer to me and to you dear audience, this is heaven. Life is never bad nor good. Mind is never soft nor strong. In question... How it is always such a curse to strive in constant perfection. It is something so something unworthy to mention but you are in constant imagination of what it is like to dream in such perfection.

Words, you find your style when you are floating oh so high. From Excerpts, S.S

And for the record. Was it all really such a performance? When you close your eyes and the clouds are peaking and no one in mortal land can tell you know. It is as if you are past the point of no return. That high, that feeling, that emotion. How real. And I question? Is this all part of my becoming? And what you witness and what you see is as real as it is. How beautiful it is. Move with me. Us, together and do not harm her because she is still learning, growing, changing, turning into a woman. Like that Billy Joel song. And the lyrics he sung so sweet for all the fear and the disaster has finally seemed to disappear. When cold winters weather now the seasons are changing and the turn of the year shows the experience of time. This is real life my friends. An emergence of a sense and it only get's better... And does it really? When you fly so high in the corporate skies onto your meetings amongst other important things. He forget's the girl from the previous chapter. Hotel Nikko Blue is oh so blue...So seek your shelter in your storm, we are all drowning without the pure and bliss of undying love. Perhaps in time...

 Cloud nine is real. It is so real. From the book Frilly Fantasy, S.S

For it just keeps flowing now. The words. I once was lost. Oh so lost in Frilly Fantasy. The titled you gave to me, that little girl blue from Hotel Nikko, San Francisco. Those summer months. Do you remember? All the kisses that you sent to him? And so many flashbacks. So many reasons and secrets. Dare not forget the questions. You must read my Nikko Blue to understand all that had happened. The pictures from the picture show and all the high rise dreams, Miami just was not her time to live the scene. And now she is back again in another chameleon form so high on imagination that you just don't understand how much that I am floating right now. I am not thinking nor am I being so highly intellectual with those heavy words and heavy lives that are crying out stress each time. No this time I am enjoying so real so now that no matter what is happening I am so floating. Cannot test it nor understand the meaning but the feeling that is becoming is so unbelievably strong so strong that the words cannot describe the psychadelic high of a person that has flown so high. No do not tell me to come down for it will stifle all the truths and all the experimentations were for a simple meaning. The truth in every day living and the woman who is now becoming...Just close your eyes with me. Hold hands with me. This is as real a feeling as it can get. When you are so lost in the moment, the words cannot hold you back and you are floating on cloud nine so fucking high. This is so amazing. Amazing. And my lover went away. Wherever can I find him? Time is ticking...

To the audience... From the book Frilly Fantasy, S.S

I hope to meet you all in time. I hope to connect with you as people are so fascinating. Each and every one of you. There is something that we connect on. Perhaps it is the words that is part of my calling to share with you. But as age and wisdom sets in the world seems to be your pallete, as artist it is very hard to explain it all in a mortals language but hopefully what is and whatever it is and was to be conveyed shall make a point. A strong statement that art lives in many different forms, dimensions and indiviudual beings. It is all a part of us. Creativity is the sun that we grow to and dance to your own tune as the music plays is in fact my dear audience what imagination is all about. I hope to meet you all someday in time whether it be through email, a phone call or a speaking engagement, a book signing show, I hope to meet you all because you are so very special for supporting all of my writing projects. I thank you all for reading and being a part of this project. Bless you all for supporting my writing projects and purchasing my books.

The Poetry... From the book Unititled and Unknown, S.S

Art releases dance. And will he ever hold you hand? Again. Once in time. Your so inclined. Float away to space. The famous that you gave. The love you never knew. The battles fought the court room blues. Nikko truths but it was not for you. And emerging in the words. The passions so absurd. The car your picture show. Each scene was but a dream. For years you lived in fantasy. Show the world. What you see. A vision so far high beyond the planetary sky. A something that unknown. From the very first time you shared a picture show. Watched you moan. The woman grows.

When you are forever lost in a dream... From the book, Hotel Nikko Blue, S.S

Read all my words so well. An epicurian spell. Floats on grace all day and forever did you contemplate. The scenes you make. The life you create. The time has come again. The world is standing still. While time it ticks away. The hotel room wasn't time to play. She went away. He asked her to say. And is it poetry she speaks? As you read all the words in dream. Can you understand her mind? When everything around the artist seems so blind. Walk around this world. She is but jsut a girl. So simple in her truths. But can you understand her youth. The childhood screams and memories. Tragedy sets in but only artist knows. The mortal world so war and every battle fought she scars. The world on hold. The girl unknown. And would you pass her by again? The many faces make amends. Do you trust what you believe? Singing minds could never understand the dream. And must we dream to escape all of our becomings for it is irrelevant to believe the realities of this all here and now.

Every word...Word by word and page after page... From Excerpts, S.S

For each and every word. For the poetry you heard. And the tears they naturally fall. The realness of it all breaks walls and she shall fall. Aging speaks the truth. An skin so soft is not so soft. Floating in the clouds. And the scene created leaves her now. Another world.

So seek your shelter in your storm... From the book, Hotel Nikko Blue, S.S

Tell me...Can you explore all that you see? Do you wonder just like me? When all of this is but a spell. Something mystery that is so beyond the mortal real. She is haunted by her world. She is haunted by her song. She is terribly confused. Perhaps a cry for help is all she knew. See this through. A wounded bird. Flying through. Skies are so far up. And years the world she loved. Diminished in a song. For the keys were never touched for long. Lovers called and love was suddenly...Gone.

Becoming Woman... From the book, Hotel Nikko Blue, S.S

"It is very special to me. How this all comes about. How every production that must come out is so exhausting. Emotional. Painful. Joyful. You cannot repress it. It's like it just is a natural to let the high go wherever it goes. And come out however it should because that is what art is all about. And in the end it leaves me so very tired. When you are so caught up into it you lose track of all reality perhaps the extremity of the world I have been to and tried to go back to has never made much sense at all. Spent all my life trying to study it and become it, make sense of it but it was never pretty. And perfect never made much sense. But the eminence just to emerge from all of this feels so elated and high on cloud nine a plateau I have always wanted to feel since a young girl. I have arrived. What a high! In your highest sensations and descriptives in the third person or for whatever reason, there was never really a true meaning for all your beliefs were but a mere defeat of something mocking the truths." S.S

S.S aka Splenda Sweet