Landmines

Beggin' for a taste

And then I left everything I knew

"Conscience is a man's compass"

Skylark

Help me lose me mind

"But Mary treasured up all these words, pondering in her heart what they might mean."

"We love, because we were loved."

Just The Same but Brand New

I look to the past, but teh answer's not there.
I take a deep breath and inhale the fresh air.
I think of the future and of how it might look. I
sigh with uncertainity on the bridge o'er the
brook. I'ts then that I realize It's the here
and now that's the greatest gift. It truly is
the "present" as it's all that I have.


Diana Cyert 2014

"What is hope? To want? To desire? To expect that what's envisioned may indeed happen?" Lee Ann Womack

Babe i'm gonna leave you

How am I to do this alone?

You make me like charity

Right words 

Is all the suffering we must endure be just living as human?

Why can't I be perfect?

Le Petit Nègre

The Chicken

"As we wait, what shall we do ?"

They say "What ought to be will come to be". So suddenly there is this since pressured responsibility to earnestly fulfill our need for homely assurance, an inspired festive event of life. I love that in this quote there is a sense that it is not about who is directing the address rather a finality of time.!

"Let us be blameless." 

"When I cannot stand I'll fall on you." & I think i'd do the same as well."

The Promise

"Just belong to me & be so what you desire."

A second pair of shoes feels okay

"Sometimes we can't pay the teacher."

He is We.

VIA Elly Williams

Boy....I'm not getting married
Me....really, why
Boy..... Because you have to kiss
Girl.......I'm gonna get married. It will just be a kissless marriage.

Frigid cold at the moment. Like I'd probably feel frigid cold.'brisk, chilled, sheer popsycled andexpAnsive there's like one good way to enjoy a night like this would be to comsinder a relevant lessining. I would like to welcome an enforce thorough soaring a Winter celebrating.holiday celebration months of blister fun as a celebration of holiday greetings is aproachid and see what the magic wonder has happened as a young pedestill in need of a new outlook, ya know life is as seradipasince that is needed to enjoy holiday traditions. Whatever those are! But who decides what you'd need from a family,! Except for what you could want and strive for. I think I'm gonna shoot to wake up nine tomorrow and lAther colored keys with som java joe and I don't like whoever but I inherited this dope twelve minute musical overture to the most regal musical ever SOund of Music. So I don't like Nannothing but definitely some. peanut butter is like the creamiest thing I know on this Andy and I was like where is the orange juice. Peanut butter& orange juice makes me want to dance go twist and twirl to aged German Waltz. Bit the sound of music Is like just as pleasant And fufiling.

"Fear was not an option, you know. She put me in a closet when I was afraid of the dark."

I was gonna put out two cigarette buckets, but I only need one.

Clair De Lune, Claude Debussy

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I Hope You Dance

"Those who save their life, lose their life.

Those who lose their life, save their life."

"I once took pure dextromethorphan and started tripping and lost my damn mind and thought I was actually really going to die... unless I made a bunch of bowls of cereal... for some reason. So, it is like 2am and I am in the middle of making like 15 bowls of cereal when my drunk-as-hell roommate gets home and finds me mid-cereal making. He asks me WTF I am doing and I tell him I gotta make cereal or I am finished. Being a good friend, he just shrugged and was like, 'Well, guess we gotta make some bowls of cereal,' and dove right in and helped me make like 20+ bowls of cereal; none of which we ate. I never took that shit again."

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

I believe. 

Mini-Series with Samuel

Nicotine

The Book With No Pictures

Open

Shame

"If I could only throw away the urge to trace my patterns in your heart I could really see you."

VIA DAVID BRANDON

The Road Home

Tell me, where is the road

I can call my own,

That I left, that I lost

So long ago?

All these years I have wandered,

Oh when will I know

There's a way, there's a road

That will lead me home?

After wind, after rain,

When the dark is done,

As I wake from a dream

In the gold of day,

Through the air there's a calling

From far away,

There's a voice I can hear

That will lead me home.

Rise up, follow me,

Come away, is the call,

With the love in your heart

As the only song;

There is no such beauty

As where you belong;

Rise up, follow me,

I will lead you home.

I'm The Man, That Will Find You

I Miss You

"Thought is a performance of that which it seeks to know, and not a simple mirror of something unrelated to itself. The mapmaker, the self, the thinking and knowing subject, is actually a product and a performance of that which it seeks to know and represent." 

VIA A Breif History of Everything, Ken Wilber

All Too Soon

Levitator

You and I

Everybody Loves Me the Same Way

September

I'll Be With You

Time of The Season

The Sugary Night, the Howling Speed

It's the kind of night the unwinds
frame by frame.
Starts on a deserted street (one not even a stray dog roams)
]in a town too small to name.
WInd has found it, is here, in the canopy
of the trees. It is too dark to see
but we can hear it
in the timpani of leaves,
in the creaking branches.
I am there, you are you.
The darkness is raw at the edges.
Iv'e spent hours trying to stitch it
into five-eighths seams.
I don't know what else to do.
Call it love, this need to tuck-in,
square away, this need for
the sugary night, the howling speed.

via JULIA KLATT SINGER

Knocking on Heavens Door

Mambo Hot!

Spanish Sahara

I'm travelling a steam train due North.

And wondering how we split the stars.

But at the moment I am not supposed to worry about blank canvasses or shielded surroundings,

Because I am sublime individuality. 

And I swear that the sea sings Spanish melodies

Somewhere deep in her tide.

All I know is that the world is changing and colors are beginning to collide.

And we better ease this evening with small sweet tidings

Because maybe you could remind me or point to me our stars.

Because I am sick and tired of powdering my face,

To sit in the pantry all night. 

Sunday, June 29 2014

You just can’t take it all with you.
Some we leave at the side of the road,
Others on the curb of our heart.
I think we take what we need to survive.
I used to need a lot from this world.
Too much seemed too important to leave for others,
But what’s it worth if you have no room to breathe.
I believe we can unpack the soul.
Compartment by compartment.
Day by day.
It’s when we do not know what we need-
that our body becomes a city rummage collection.
These pots and pans have no meaning,
Without yesterdays serving dishes.
These paintings not fit happily in these cluttered halls.
This desk only gets use if our brain allows such.
I’ve sold most to the Salvation through these words,
But what are words worth?

For everything that doesn’t fall into rows and columns,

I plant in the back yard for later.

Only after scrounging the couch cushions for change

And sweeping under the rug.

I then like to return and water in the beginning, 

to see what might sprout.

Mishaps, accidents, secrets, misfortunes, lies and truths

lie side by side to the coincidence petunias and sad day sun flowers.

Some I water fervently while for the others, I let Mother Nature run her course.

Surprisingly they never take long to up root in the sullied soil we use as a bed.

Fruit bearing these plants are pregnant with potted potential.

Sometimes they leave luck.

Other times inspiration.

You see planting heartache and the often thorny swear words bears only sour fruit.

SO I much rather enjoy planting my friends engagements, birthdays or promotions.

Were soon running out of room here.

Friends being the most beautiful flower the garden has,

the scene is sheer flower frenzy these days.

A colorful mirage of content.

Oh, and here comes the sun.

I never remember reading the back of the book first.
Always started with the beginning.
Not to say I was not thirsty,
to hear about the story in shorthand rendition.
But who are these bit players?
And where will they fit in these told layers?
And why is the story untrue

To what I thought and dreamed was you.
This book is big, with barely visible font.
As much as I want to skip this chapter I simply cannot.
It’s as if the book is engaging itself,
with me reading all by myself.
Was this first written in pen so permanent and final?

Or is only the first revision being received by mail.
I’m half way though.
Reading though all colors- red, white and blue.
Will this story ever come to an end?
Or is this conversation just beginning my bound friend.

"Art is the imprint of our humanity on the created order- the echo of the divine image etched into the husks of trees and curvatures of electricity and light. It is our shadow cast upon earth, our names scrawled in the wet cement of the universe, and even though the temporality of life ensures that the waves of time will wash clean the sand of all our castles, there is something within the human spirit that demands the effort. Our art is divine breath once again breathed into dust, and it is air worth breathing."

via THE CROWD THE CRITIC AND THE MUSE, GUNGOR

The marriage of heaven and of earth was mysterious and wonderful in many ways

They couldn't decide on table placements, or color schemes or dress attire

And no one knew what to bring, because it seemingly felt as if nothing was needed in addition as to what was already there before them.

But there was plenty of silver and gold and purple, all cased in granite black
and a little bit of every color.
Because we didn’t want to leave one out, primary or not.

But they attended in precise ordered reservation.
Two by two the couples collided on the dance hall
in celebration joining two in holy matrimony.
The ordained text came from many books
as love doesn’t fit securely in only one.
The music was rich as lace and delicate as cake,
with an abundance of genre an styles
we chose the music of our matrimonial womb.

Silver for the sliver of anticipated bliss.
Gold for the hope to grow old in serenity.
Purple for the love of union and sheer divide.
And granite for the life long day ahead.
And two rings reminding us of what we have in common. 

via DAVID IRVINE

Ocean

Yellow

United States of Tara, Season One

via DAVID IRVINE

Reckoner

Sleeping Ute

The Brain In Love

VIA DAVID IRVINE

"The books or the movies in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing.

These things-the beauty, the memory of our own past-are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself then they turn into dumb idols, breaking the heart of their worshipers. 

For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of the flower we have not found, the echo of a  tune we have not heard , news from a country we have not yet visited."

VIA THE WEIGHT OF GLORY, C.S. LEWIS

Care of Cell 44

VIA DAVID IRVINE

Chanteuse Raison d'etre, Gloom Balloon

I want magic.

That knot unties?

Exaltations

VIA DAVID IRVINE

"This particular textbook was for tenth graders. Horizons it was called or maybe perspectives. The line that the editors wanted to erase did not glamorize smoking. In fact it was just the opposite. The cigarette in question belonged to my mother and was referred to as an irritant, something invasive that had given me a headache. I suppose I could have replaced the irritating Winston with a irritating Roman candle, but the story was supposed to be true, and my mothers never sat around with fireworks in her mouth. The point I argued is that certain people smoke. It's part of what maked them who they are, and although you certainly don't have to like it, altering someone's character seems a bit harsh, especially when that someone is your mother, and picturing her without a cigarette is unimaginable. it's like she was a windup toy and that was her key."

via WHEN YOU ARE ENGULFED IN FLAMES, DAVID SEDARIS

VIA DAVID IRVINE

via ALEX LAKIN

"If a strong emotion suddenly lights all the candles we carry inside ourselves, it creates a brightness far beyond our normal vision and then a tunnel appears that shows us the way that we forgot when we were born and call us to recover our long lost divine origin. The soul longs to return to the place it came from, leaving the body lifeless."
via LIKE WATER FOR CHOCOLATE, LAURA ESQUIREL 

Where Does It Hurt?

I cant remember . Was instant star on my ipod touch (generation Unknown.) like 10 years ago?

inset Friday January 25th, 2019

Let's Go Fly A Kite!

The Chronicles of Life and Death

"And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy."

via THE GREAT GATSBY, F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

First this- all you see and all you don't see.

It was evening, it was morning.

Sky in the middle of waters.

He called the sky Heaven.

"But I could only see clouds" Frankl

You

My foot all bound up; I feel all wound up.

I miss working morning, noon and night

regardless of the transition, workload, commute or flight

Now not admitting  that working is all complete pleasure & joy

but must admit that man quickly becomes disinterested with man's toys

To some capacity in life we are meant to serve, sweat and salute

to this world in constant demand of some pre-cut provided tasteful fruit

Whether the food service, office work, teaching or manual labor

there is also help wanted in customer service if you are blessed with the favor

And hey they say two brains are better then 1,

coworkers if you let em in, if right, can be quite fun

And in the end if you've played your cards right and done the job real well

your boss may comment, critique and tell

And if said comments do not erupt out of rage

be happy when it's that time of week - you get a wage!

This Moment

I am merley walking back to the garden
with it's lush tranquil corners an trimmed

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