Archive for November, 2009
Hah. Hmph. Intuition.
Monday, November 30th, 2009Nobody knows this. But everyone does know it. Even you and me.
Delivery (I held. The oar all along)
Monday, November 30th, 2009Every one’s special. Everyone’s new. Sometimes it’s me. It’s always you. Sometimes it hurts me, sometimes for days. sometimes the great blues feel more like grays somewhere this happened: i lost all control. somewhere it worked out. i was made whole. Deliver. Deliver. Deliver. Take me from this place. Deliver Deliver Deliver Make me hide […]
my mind needs more bananas
Sunday, November 29th, 2009give these eyes their life back
their torches dim and tire
tie me up and light me
martyr me with fire
House (we’re in this together.)
Saturday, November 28th, 2009we’re in this together. belly. ache. goodness sake. easy, steady, wasn’t ready. bitter. sweet. remember what’s beneath your feet. earth. rocks. listen to him when he talks. breathe. look. open up. read the book. tremble. shiver. just accept. he will deliver. relax. slide. shrug off all that heavy pride. be. wherever. we’re in this together.
We Have Time. (We have time. We have time!)
Thursday, November 19th, 2009We wrote these words when we were afraid of what it meant to be loved unconditionally.
Commit to it
Friday, November 6th, 2009You make me smile. I feel slighted by language. Nothing comes out full.
None of these add up, but they’re there.
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009Please just hold me, squeeze me, heal me utilize your skill kiss me, sew me, close me, seal me breathe through me and make me still I want to see with the eyes of a child again and love without knowledge of pain. I want to marvel, once more, at the mystery of things like […]
Coming of the [ATF]! Another xkcd Installment
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009Even though I’ve read them all, I click the random button on xkcd frequently. It’s actually a habit I’m trying to rid myself of. I should learn a language or practice the viola in that wasted time. Time: I am going to start listing some THINGS I have been letting float in my mind; things […]
Stepping stones
Sunday, November 1st, 2009Are we not just the things we think (fear) we might just be? Wherein lies the problem? Where is the source? We are the master, we are the piece. We are afraid to remember. Wake us up. Wake us up. Wake us up. I know why the wolf howls.