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September 10, 2008 - Wednesday
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Jack said it best .
Current mood: froggy
Category: Writing and Poetry
"What is there to say? Howso?... Why? What a strange and beautiful life this is... as weird and lovely as the very sea. it is hard to say goodbye. There are many things I could say now, but I shall not say them, for, if ever I could never return, I should not be grieved for. That is why I go, quiety, with my plans, and commit nothing and expect nothing, but love everything."
~ Jack Kerouac
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September 8, 2008 - Monday
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three x nothing
Current mood: artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
This taste of rust will never leave my mouth
it will never have been nice to share this moment with you
four new walls with nothing to say about you
everywhere you are not , i will soon be passing
we now know that this means nothing
i thought i would be the one
but left to you
i am not
if not for you , i would be
and still this means nothing.
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Currently
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The Bird of Music
By
Au Revoir Simone
Release date: 2007-04-23
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August 26, 2008 - Tuesday
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Hummingbird
Current mood: electric
When it's cold it's too cold here When it's hot it's too hot, dear We were up for a while Now it's come time to fold
I've been leaning on you Without reason or truth Now I'm dreaming of leaving my demons And the first one I'm leaving is you
Well it's foolish to pretend I can't do it again They tell you you live and you learn Yeah but they never tell you when
I've always been waiting for something Someone to come pull me through Now I see that it's all up to me There ain't nothing no one else can do
We've worn our backsides out You know what I'm talking about I wanted so much to please you But we were living in doubt
Raise a glass for the memories Some take all they can get When we met you seemed so easy and free How could anyone settle for anything less?
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August 22, 2008 - Friday
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Bubble of denial
Current mood: enlightened
Category: Writing and Poetry
I need to exercise my prerogative, to humor the ridiculous, go out on a limb or remain the pious hold out and risk persecution. So be it. I can't validate the guilty pleasure, hang-up's or self-indulgence, but I can rationalize being a willing slave to its pressure or condescend to acquiesce to avoid real suffering, even garner sympathy for my righteous sacrifice or implied martyrdom. Thus I can step it up or hang out, submit to the charade, or sacrifice to what end? But it's the inevitably lame justification that prompts posturing, or playing victim, dumb or innocent. Today I can take it, fake it, quit kidding myself, or put an end to tempting resistance and just grin and bear it. Or, call the bluff -- give them a rope and they'll hang themselves soon enough.
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August 17, 2008 - Sunday
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Trust
Current mood: hungry
I am enthusiastic, open, and trusting about my new found feelings, capacity, passion, or hearts desire. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I am happy when sharing or expressing pleases and it connects me to the support, beauty, and love in others. I am empowered by attention and my gift is desire or epiphany.
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Currently
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It’s Not Me. It’s You.
By
Dead Black Hearts
Release date: 2005-09-27
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August 3, 2008 - Sunday
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sidestep
Current mood: optimistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
Let this moment unfold in it's own way
upbringing or luck won't effect this
take time to find it
exchanging moments
breakdown / break free
with patience there is a place for you in what seems to be tedious
keeping notes on the memory and the elusive signs that show you the way
don't run from what you don't understand
breathing slowly, then fast, hard & soft
i closed my eyes when i awoke
stunning beauty all around me
you are everything ....... said
words
can
and
will
express
( never forgetting those same words fail us )
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Currently
listening
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The Ultimate Otis Redding
By
Otis Redding
Release date: 1990-10-25
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July 7, 2008 - Monday
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Scruples, forewarning and accountability
Current mood: Circumspect
Category: Circumspect Writing and Poetry
I no longer cheat myself, look the other way, sneak or distract myself by superficial perceptions disguised as appeal, entitlement, rescue, comfort or security. at this stage I am not a victim and therefore, any advantage, temptation, or betrayal would be an inside job or come from a moment of opportunity in choosing to leave myself unprotected or exposed.
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June 12, 2008 - Thursday
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Remarkable Gratitude
Current mood: jolly
Category: Writing and Poetry
There are no lost causes. Self-pity is an excuse to do nothing. To appeal to sympathy for pity's sake is to seek affirmation of the choice to do nothing. I am empowered by the spirit and support of meaningful experience and I transform with silent resilience.
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May 29, 2008 - Thursday
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jagged little pill
Current mood: determined
Category: Life
We are each responsible for our own life - no other person is or even can be.
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May 14, 2008 - Wednesday
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Crossroads
Current mood: strong
Category: Writing and Poetry
I intend to let go of nostalgia and despair. I choose to make peace with loss or express mourning in order to move forward. I release the rut of regret and the fear of tomorrow to make way for forgiveness, pleasure, beauty, and hope. I am empowered by my conscience and my gift is forgiveness of myself.
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April 9, 2008 - Wednesday
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Realization
Current mood: stoked
Category: Writing and Poetry
I am not my mistakes. I can’t do this alone or pretend any more. The illusion of comfort in denial or sacrifice is no longer mine. There is no shame in my suffering no healing in silent self-torment. It is here at the surreal crossroads of the search where dawning truth meets the anguish of overwhelming resistance in mind over matter that I can finally wake up, change my mind, let go of what no longer works or own my losses or choices. I am empowered by intense acknowledgment or epiphany and my virtue is gratitude or relief in recognition.
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March 27, 2008 - Thursday
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Truth and time tell all
Current mood: relieved
Category: Writing and Poetry
"There are poisons that blind you , and poisons that open your eyes" .
~ August Strindberg
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February 25, 2008 - Monday
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Forget your perfect offering , There is a crack in everything thats how the light get’s in.
Current mood: focused
Category: Music
"Anthem"
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.
We asked for signs the signs were sent: the birth betrayed the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every government -- signs for all to see.
I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring ...
You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum You can strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee.
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in.
~ LEONARD COHEN
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February 21, 2008 - Thursday
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Quantam Leaper
Current mood: loved
Category: Writing and Poetry
Liberated by free will and trust, which lead me to explore simple speculations for their own sake. I move beyond the fear . I'll know soon enough where following my own feet has landed me on this curious venture. The blissful frailty of unwritten conclusions and unguarded access sweetens the desire. So despite familiar warnings, irresistible promise draws my eyes wide open and away from domestic comfort zones, with only certain inquiry, hope and faith to recommend my course. I'll never know until I try.
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January 10, 2008 - Thursday
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Welcome to Fight Club
Current mood: restless
Category: Life
..>
This Is Your Life
by the Dust Brothers |
And you open the door and you step inside
We're inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That's right, your pain
The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don't think so
This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time
This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is appaling, everything is falling apart
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world
You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki's
You have to give up, you have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless
I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time
You have to give up, you have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight | ..>
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