Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Fairy Ringed Trees
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Land-escape
Monday, July 26, 2010
Vacancy
Sunday, July 25, 2010
It's Mine, too.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Two years, tomorrow.
If There Was No You
Monday, July 5, 2010
Some Birthday
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
An Antidote of Another Sort
Sunday, June 27, 2010
The Impressionist
Hand-Maiden with Love
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Keeping it Topical
Sunday, June 6, 2010
An Introduction to Someone You Should Know
Monday, May 31, 2010
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
todavÃa no se ha hecho pública toda la historia
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Days like to today
Monday, May 10, 2010
Inauthenticity
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Happy in the Shade?
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
My negative, Exposed
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Falling Slowly
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Shadow on the Wall
It's hard for me to weep when I'm strong
But I could never sleep when you're gone
Oh but still
If you were gonna crucify me
I wouldn't want nobody to see
'Cause you could kick me hard when I'm down
Down, down, down
I don't want wanna be
Nobody's fool
I've played that part so many times before
How I long to be
A shadow on the wall
I will make no sound at all
And when the sun goes down
The shadow on the wall
It cannot be seen at all
At all
Over it
Hey it's not that you would mess with my head
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I believe that you believe what you said
You think you know me best and you care
But that's not fair!
'Cause I don't really want to be safe
It must have been the way I was raised
Sleep with one eye open I say
Hey hey hey
I don't wanna be
Nobody's fool
I've played that part so many times before
How I long to be
A shadow on the wall
I will make no sound at all
And when the sun goes down
The shadow on the wall
It cannot be seen at all
At all
Oh
How I long to be
A shadow on the wall
I would make no sound at all
At all
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Brandi Carlile, The Story (Cover)
Friday, April 23, 2010
Uncovered Indefinately
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Throw Your Arms, cover
Monday, April 19, 2010
YouTubeable
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Angel Babies, thanks for last night.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Bargain-chipped
Friday, April 16, 2010
Vanilla-bean fantasy, look eslewhere
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Slow n Steady
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
This method-acting
Monday, April 12, 2010
Jason Mraz, I'm Yours cover
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Dear Moth:
Saturday, February 20, 2010
pin me
Monday, February 15, 2010
Recent Interview
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Happy Bonding
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Letter to My Unborn Daughter, Pt. 1
Friday, October 9, 2009
The Room I've Since Been Searching For
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Here's to Mr. So-and-So.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Golden Days of Yore
Saturday, October 3, 2009
"Are you the love of my life . . . "
Sunday, September 27, 2009
All in Moderation
Keep 'em Cummings
eternal return
Good Mourning
Day Dreams
Day dreams are those ideas that seem to be some sort of synthesis between what we will and what we dare not admit. Being that they are intangible in all respects, Day dreams are the unmasking of circumstance, the dethroning of longing, the protest of hope.
What can come of ideas that seek to negate and derail? To overwhelm and prevail still, despite repeated reprimands from the understudies to the roles in the life we should have partaken of.
Day dreams are the stories of opportunities lost, when choices were made without concern for the peripheral. Manipulated outcomes driven through tunnel visioned motives. How did this come to pass even, you asked. By denying access. By shutting down. By instilling fear through my having none. By letting go too easily. By my forgetting to think of whatever it was I needed, in order to see beyond the horizon of permanence that was upon me. For a time, I lost myself. And, I have now opened up only this moment to the life that will ensue. The life that will take place and pass too quickly. The weight of time, lifted. The gravity, unbearable. The silence to come, deafening.
Day dreams are those reminders of all those experiences you wanted that didn't come to pass. The shadows on doors we closed of selves we were too long ago. The knocks on windows late at night by children we could've been together. The late night regrets from dreams we ought not have and dare not share. Not to them. Not to each other. And eventually, like all things beautiful, the anticipation of reconciliation will soon become realized to be irreconcilable.
Day dreams are pain transferred from the unconscious and projected onto to the screen of the movie starring you and not me.
Dreaming in Technicolor
Waking dreams. Ambitions. With hope externalized onto the canvas of what is current, we commit ourselves to their actualization through their verbal expression. All the while, our esteem and self-doubt boldly state their rebuttal. Riding on follow through and chance and perceived ability. Through waking dreams, we challenge what is with what could be.
Night dreams. Interpreted. Internally scrawled messages in the margins of thoughts. We dance around in details and subtle suggestions of possibilities. And, the modal consequences bearing no weight. Weightless. Regretless. Limitless. Choices are endless and behavior no boundaries. Pure Id. Through night dreams, we create and play within our own alternate reality, apart from what is; apart from what could be.
And, what of Day dreams?