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6.20.09 it is no secret the meaning of life, despite the fact that we make mystery and wonder out of that which is quite simple love often speak freely give of one's self to the universe be open to her love and to her gaze and never let go of that which inspires for to do so would surely be the kiss of death inspire to create create to explore explore to be explored be explored to know know little and in those little moments accept what the heavens have decreed |
4.18.09 i wait lie still let breathe i wait for the return of that piece of me that i seek i wait but i live and will live moving forward no journey complete without more or less no path sought like one's own lie still let breathe have faith wait |
3.18.09 spiralling down and out everything wanted is everything gone and lost spiralling misery can't remember anything faces run from the sun wonder when love undone spiralling in the sky wind beneath a purple sun wing and song and parody wishing what was once to be spiralling summer's set fate is yet what we have met breaking chains and it is set spiralling come undone is this what was meant to won is all to be just lost and gone |
3.12.09 it isn't today, is it? it isn't tomorrow, either. and if it isn't either of those two - then, when? when is the existential crisis past? when is the now? where, now? and when it isn't either of those two - turn inside, turn toward the flame turn toward raw, unbridled, release. the mystery of yesterday is still to be deciphered, in the mirror images of all our todays and the myriad of tomorrows. the shroud of secrecy of today is hidden behind the wonder of yesterdays and the promise of tomorrows. the grace of tomorrow is a dance yet unsung, a beat untapped, a moment as yet unrecognizable. tear asunder who you knew yesterday. embrace her anew. |
3.3.09 (Square Root Day, I might add). somedays, i am nothing more than a quirky little puppet playing in a scene i've built in my head. the characters sometimes change; the scenery is somewhat interchangeable; the message is still the same...live in your head, and you live alone. unless of course you consider that you're never alone with a schizophrenic (with apologies to Ian). other days, i am more completely self-aware than any one person should be. still other days, i feel as though i am challenged to find just the right balance. that's what makes me, me. i'm learning to balance. |
2.28.09 tantilizingly close so much so that i smell your skin and i am warmed to your touch and i am drawn to the flame of the heat that is felt between you and between me and the friction grows and the raw, new emotion rushes to the surface and i am cast out upon your waters and i am adrift on your words and i am lost in your eyes and the heavens meet the oceans and the oceans meet the earth and i am loved and you are loved and i am hopeful that one day, all that has been lost will be found. |
12.30.08 what i want is to drift on the ocean and wait for the stars and wait for the sun and wait for the elements to beat and batter my soul and my mind and my heart and wash away the past and wash away the hurt and hope for something better and to wish that i were no longer an idealistic dreamer wondering where the world ends and i begin to not be used to not be taken for granted to not wonder how can i be sure of anything or any place or any person other than myself in this fatalistic murderous world in which we barely exist. |
12.27.08 Am I the sum of words and letters? No pill to fix no pill to feel, |