Do you believe in universal love?
Bonnie Rait, Girl germs?, and Desmond Dekker in an Elvis suit singing "Israel"
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Going Steady
The origination was simple. Say Anything then Harry met Sally. Reading lyrics from CD's. Ideaology composed by media fantasy.
Sometimes I feel like others emotions are waves, and I'm ducking under trying to find a safe calm place.
Will I repeat myself>< is it possible?
Gardenias. Tigerlilies.
Distorted reflection-reflecting distortion.
Accepting the capsule of time + having renter's insurance, makes me feel older, or at least responsible (are these synonyms?).
Removing dirt from wounds, Dr. Tyme Fly
Fav quote: This world wasn't made for sincere people- Resident expressing a thought inbetween two completely different streams of thought.
I liked my horoscope for this week, it recommended for me to uproot old thought processes.
Song: Goapele- Closer ( was playing in my head as I woke this morning)
Thoughts
GRE
saving for travel
buying a new car (loan payments/ transferring payments after selling)
new place because of sink situation
Krav Maga
budgeting
knee socks
chimchurri
tree houses
Lone list
designing hair barettes
guitar? outlet.
headphones/cellphone holder
peaman events
support system
body oil
Sometimes I feel like others emotions are waves, and I'm ducking under trying to find a safe calm place.
Will I repeat myself>< is it possible?
Gardenias. Tigerlilies.
Distorted reflection-reflecting distortion.
Accepting the capsule of time + having renter's insurance, makes me feel older, or at least responsible (are these synonyms?).
Removing dirt from wounds, Dr. Tyme Fly
Fav quote: This world wasn't made for sincere people- Resident expressing a thought inbetween two completely different streams of thought.
I liked my horoscope for this week, it recommended for me to uproot old thought processes.
Song: Goapele- Closer ( was playing in my head as I woke this morning)
Thoughts
GRE
saving for travel
buying a new car (loan payments/ transferring payments after selling)
new place because of sink situation
Krav Maga
budgeting
knee socks
chimchurri
tree houses
Lone list
designing hair barettes
guitar? outlet.
headphones/cellphone holder
peaman events
support system
body oil
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Buzzing in dead air
Blank space.
Solace speaks expansion.
Digging up
shadows cast across the tile floor
mountains air
in the stillness of night
Leela James.
Have you ever thought, like I am thinking now, that you want to rearrange your phrases?
That they only capture a blurry of reflection of what you really intend to say?
I'm mocked by the fact that I think that most of my writing as been lazy for a while now.
I fling words quickly, not waiting for them to come to any deeper sense,
and hope that they create in image of a moment, feeling, or philosophy. But they are loose and conceited. No simple and lacking the depth of thought. I'm rushed, rushed on to the next thing to do. So I must put words down-Quickly!!
But I have 15 minutes. Right...now.
24 years. 24-6= today's date. 24-20= amount of cried tears today. 24 hours I've lived at the end of this day. 24x2= songs I've listened to today. 24-20= jobs I've applied to today. 24x5= amount of money spent today. 24x2= minutes working out today. 24x3+20= leg press weight today. 24x2 +16= time spent with mom today. 24-20= text messages sent today. 24-16= hours worked today 24-12x 8= amount of money before taxes earned today. 24x 4=minutes listening today. 24x2= minutes spent talking.24 times laughing. 24-8= people spoken with today. 2+4 minutes I spent writing this today.
Can I say this><?
This is on the tip of be tounge, I don't know where to start or where the beginning truly begun. A sensation rising, into I'm diving. Alone. That word tickle$. Like an old affair, approached new. Past, a reflection that flitters in reels. But Taken by Captivation of highlights created by lights glare, the shadows created by night, the pink of my toes, the feeling in the back of my throat, that in and out thing. Beginning. Sprouting.
Playing.
Favorite quote of the day: "Was I a boxer on T.V. this morning? I was getting ready for the fight...it happened here..." -Resident reflecting
Current Song: Gonna take you for a ride on a big jet plane, hey hey.- Angus And Julia
Solace speaks expansion.
Digging up
shadows cast across the tile floor
mountains air
in the stillness of night
Leela James.
Have you ever thought, like I am thinking now, that you want to rearrange your phrases?
That they only capture a blurry of reflection of what you really intend to say?
I'm mocked by the fact that I think that most of my writing as been lazy for a while now.
I fling words quickly, not waiting for them to come to any deeper sense,
and hope that they create in image of a moment, feeling, or philosophy. But they are loose and conceited. No simple and lacking the depth of thought. I'm rushed, rushed on to the next thing to do. So I must put words down-Quickly!!
But I have 15 minutes. Right...now.
24 years. 24-6= today's date. 24-20= amount of cried tears today. 24 hours I've lived at the end of this day. 24x2= songs I've listened to today. 24-20= jobs I've applied to today. 24x5= amount of money spent today. 24x2= minutes working out today. 24x3+20= leg press weight today. 24x2 +16= time spent with mom today. 24-20= text messages sent today. 24-16= hours worked today 24-12x 8= amount of money before taxes earned today. 24x 4=minutes listening today. 24x2= minutes spent talking.24 times laughing. 24-8= people spoken with today. 2+4 minutes I spent writing this today.
Can I say this><?
This is on the tip of be tounge, I don't know where to start or where the beginning truly begun. A sensation rising, into I'm diving. Alone. That word tickle$. Like an old affair, approached new. Past, a reflection that flitters in reels. But Taken by Captivation of highlights created by lights glare, the shadows created by night, the pink of my toes, the feeling in the back of my throat, that in and out thing. Beginning. Sprouting.
Playing.
Favorite quote of the day: "Was I a boxer on T.V. this morning? I was getting ready for the fight...it happened here..." -Resident reflecting
Current Song: Gonna take you for a ride on a big jet plane, hey hey.- Angus And Julia
Free, Any OldTime.
It's been over a year since I've eaten breakfast alone. Roommates, lovers, coworkers, and family, have been my AM accompaniment for 356 mornings- as we ate. Tomorrow is the start of solo day 1.
Running in the rain in the dark is an all sensory experience.
I'm complimented 40 times a day, in ways that are genuine and come from the most unexpected batch of people. I think I've grown taller just being around the psych clients at the residential facility where I work. They offer love so freely.
I'm in the right place, I feel like I'm expanding in a new/old way. I'm starting to feel myself rise again, a tickle. I'm starting to feel again.
If you wouldn't do something to someone else, why is it okay if they do it to you?
Sometimes the past grabs me in a momentary twist.
Even though I'm not with him, and it is better that way..I still hope that he will come over and sip tea with me and laugh. That I'll feel close to him and know him in a new way. Is that wrong?
A part of me doesn't know how to lose and the other is determined to change.
Explore.
Hills. Hobbies. Hot solo nights.
Bright meditative mornings.
Wisdom's wellness.
Steady, she goes.
On.
Running in the rain in the dark is an all sensory experience.
I'm complimented 40 times a day, in ways that are genuine and come from the most unexpected batch of people. I think I've grown taller just being around the psych clients at the residential facility where I work. They offer love so freely.
I'm in the right place, I feel like I'm expanding in a new/old way. I'm starting to feel myself rise again, a tickle. I'm starting to feel again.
If you wouldn't do something to someone else, why is it okay if they do it to you?
Sometimes the past grabs me in a momentary twist.
Even though I'm not with him, and it is better that way..I still hope that he will come over and sip tea with me and laugh. That I'll feel close to him and know him in a new way. Is that wrong?
A part of me doesn't know how to lose and the other is determined to change.
Explore.
Hills. Hobbies. Hot solo nights.
Bright meditative mornings.
Wisdom's wellness.
Steady, she goes.
On.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Muted Fluorescents
This is new.
In that I've never been in this place before.
Externally, I've seen my face at this weight,
my hair at this length,
my skin this shade.
But inwardly, my usual heart on sleeve existence
has been misplaced.
I'm subject to the tide,
done with meticulous plans
detailed visions (only part true),
I recently realized that why they call fantasies, fantasies,
is become they don't necessarily ever come true.
In this state of uninvested apathy I find a new kind of freedom,
Do, not focused on feel.
I've evolved.
New light.
Casts shadows
content but lost in ignorance\
happy but aching/
rays of feeling
blur and blend lines
Dr. Time
Fly
In that I've never been in this place before.
Externally, I've seen my face at this weight,
my hair at this length,
my skin this shade.
But inwardly, my usual heart on sleeve existence
has been misplaced.
I'm subject to the tide,
done with meticulous plans
detailed visions (only part true),
I recently realized that why they call fantasies, fantasies,
is become they don't necessarily ever come true.
In this state of uninvested apathy I find a new kind of freedom,
Do, not focused on feel.
I've evolved.
New light.
Casts shadows
content but lost in ignorance\
happy but aching/
rays of feeling
blur and blend lines
Dr. Time
Fly
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