swimming through ...
|wave rider of the chaotic cosmic rhythms of life. coffee and a good book are what I long for...|
You are the flower
That runs counter the storm
And speaks saying
"look at me dance!"
The screen divides
my desire to reach out to you,
to see you with my own eyes,
to feel you with my own flesh,
to know you in a moment of death…
But the screen betrays me.
It traps me in a loop,
and all I can do is desire, touch myself, and desire.
You instill a passion within me,
to be wild, free,
fully lost in your garden...
Running my body through your petals,
tasting and touching your dew,
discovering your caves of wonder…
I long for you…
I desire you…
You have a piece of me…
This screen has deceived me
For it divides.
I long to watch chaos create, to just hover just above, and witness it's amazing becomings...
Darkness is a light
Seldom want to see,
But it is a light few see because of "normality"
Be a friend of the dark light, and you will know, that you do not stand alone, no, there are many souls...
Who long to become what they truly are, that gets revealed in the dark
But wear masks in the light...
Every day is a struggle
To keep your head up high
To not believe the words that that race in your head
Words of defeat, of nor being good enough, that what you think is invalid or not valuable
You put on your mask
But deep down you are tired
Rest rest rest for the weary soul
Let the waters wash over you
Be renewed once again
Be free to become
The deep drum beats
The low melodic tunes
Share the deepest feelings of the soul
Followed by the rhapsodical chords
Giving the sincerest detail
Of the feeling
I sit with my notepad on my lap, and look out to the field of green grass, birds chirping, a fresh breeze passing. I understand the dichotomy of creativity with this environment, and one where you sit in front of a computer, surrounded by walls, feeling either the stagnant or conditioned air. Both spaces are creative, but from different angles, different forms of production, different ways of performing.
Many believe that peace is something to strive towards, when in reality peace is a gift to be accepted, to live in. When we live in peace, we understand that our peace is not the only way it is understood, and therefore the understanding of peace is widened, deepened.
To be emotional is to be open to the world, and accept all it brings us. But we never said we were walls. We are porous, it enters us. We feel. To speak openly and to be fully open requires as many perspectives one can take in, so that no one emotion governs, but one: understanding.
Mind unable to displace to hamster wheel
Around and around it goes
What can be done to break away, to step away from it?
Can one be broken from within?
Mimic the universe and become a receptacle, cradle every event within, allow the birthing, the emergence of the novel.
Imagination is the barest space for the possible. But it once something is added in, a trajectory is established. The goal is to bring peace to all that is within it...
I saw the becoming of a universe
Through a cloud of beauty
And I stood in awe
For as I held the universe in my arms
That it also held me
I am but a moment,
Let me become a memory,
So I can live
car hydroplanes going 50
do a 360 from one side to the other
hit the wall
walk away, unscathed, though forever changed.
Through the valley
Fight through the muck and mire
An idea shines through...
Focus is the key! Then you will be great! Everyone will look upon you! These are the general laws in place so that a particular person receive fame, notoriety, power. But this should not be the goal. Look at the world as through a kaleidoscope, so as to realize that it is possible to find beauty within multiplicity, that you are not lost within the chaos, but have made your mark, that you have affected the whole as it also has affected you.
Love longs for its revealing
but gets enclosed within narrowness
It seeks width and depth
So that one and all may realize
It's singularity and multiplicity
Media social, screaming "feed me!, give me your selfie!"
And you try to wake up, just to smell the coffee,
But all you get is the phone, phone, phone.
You try to get up, but then you begin to moan,
Remembering what you tried to forget the night before.
The world around, the web, tries to take from you, the more you move, the more you are entrapped...
Remember to breathe, to close your eyes, and open renewed, to put down the phone and be present. Remember the real web of life that we belong, not with phones or media, which are neither good nor evil, but rather the web is a life itself, and we are it's part. Let us live in the flux and see where it takes us, let us ride it and make adju...
I get off the school bus, the first day I go home alone. With a key around my neck held by a green lanyard, I walk into the projects, enter the building, and take the elevator to the 6th floor. I open the door, insert the key, and enter my empty home. Empty, but not alone.