December 2011
95 posts
My heart is broken, My hands are tied, My mind is stolen And my courage died.
There are those who need not much to call their dreams reality. I wish that person were me.
Tonight I sit here, Billie Holiday comforting my ears, yet full of quite the melancholy heart.
What am I meant to do with my life?
I know many a dreary soul has uttered these words before me, and I know I ought to face life with a laugh. But I’m not a Proverbs 31 woman yet, and so these words...
November 2011
21 posts
I'm ready for Holiday music
I have been feeling that cozy mood to listen to holiday music today. So, I whipped up Pandora in my browser and straight away, I was hearing the delectable voices of crooners such as Nat King Cole, Billie Holiday, and Frank Sinatra. One tune, sung by Sinatra, held these dream words:
I’m gonna love you, like nobody’s loved you, come rain or come shine. High as a mountain And deep...
The future is wide, it’s potential is vast, but we can’t experience it unless we are willing to jump, risk, and swim with all we have.
I have redeemed you
But now thus says the LORD, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the...
“Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.”
– Anne of Green Gables
Be better than me
Bigger than me
Bolder than me.
Be careful how you melt me.
“Love is a reckless feeling, a wild passion that pulls one into abandon....”
Could you color the skies, Like Joseph’s coat, Could you fill a boat, With letters wrapped in ties, Could you send me the words, That you speak with your eyes?
Oh my silent boy, Please become my Quiet Man.
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Openness
Lord of immortality, before whom angels bow and archangels veil their faces, enable me to serve Thee with reverence and godly fear. Thou who art Spirit and requirest truth in the inward parts, help me to worship Thee in spirit and in truth. Thou who art righteous, let me not harbour sin in my heart, or indulge a worldly temper, or seek satisfaction in things that perish.
I hasten towards an hour...
I long for that Berenson word,
To engage in all that is “life-enhancing”.
This sun, so profound, so tranquil,
Taunts me with flirtation.
It prefers the downy cloud to me.
I yearn to breathe the breath uncaught,
To sink into carefree silence,
And lose myself in a sunbathed corner,
Mentally munching on literary delights.
I long to imagine the salty brine
Lacing the breeze as...
old dry wood
I have you in ink,
I have you in cellulose.
I lock you in my journals.
I keep you locked in a drawer,
A drawer from old dry wood.
A drawer from
OLD
DRY
WOOD.
I burned you yesterday.
I tried to burn you yesterday.
I took your lips, your eyes, your anger.
I took your soul and threw you
Down with tinder and old dry wood.
Down with tinder and
OLD
DRY
WOOD.
Then I struck her,...
riding in the country
I turn my face to sunset,
See wind blades turning
Cartwheels on northwestern lines.
The full base of beat fills my ears,
Pandamonium within,
Blazing calm without.
Inside the thought of you
Sticks my heart to
The cold window,
Piercing my eyes with
The state of in-betweens.
Colors melding memory with Empty.
Lines upon lines,
Blurring to merely breathing.
This is the space
Where...
Food for my Thoughts
“Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you. You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be...
“Oh you make me so angry I have nothing to say.”
Everything is in process…
the words are culminating,
the actions are brewing,
the strength is spending,
the rain is falling.
Everything is in process.
I need to journal again.
Ink pigment kissing wood-pulp — such a potent path to exhale emotion, such an adept way to sculpt reflection.
My morning cup
The ache drifts away in my morning cup, As cloud melts into froth, Mud makes way for rest. I gaze into you, I gaze down to your depths.
I seek in you a device to carry me away. You carry me away, for a moment, you carry me away.
Reaching up with ribbons of steam, You give your tears to me, You grasp me close in fragrant tones. You know my heart, your silence warms me.
I seek in you a device to...
