tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84107752011-04-21T17:56:33.515-05:00i have long envied the writers of myth and dreamed of living in ancient times so my words would shape our most primal memoriesaudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.comBlogger1261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-3144699579031605862008-06-17T00:58:00.001-05:002008-06-17T00:59:17.876-05:00

I sat with the smoke encircling me and in the midst of the fog the over-powerful streetlamp made haze on my glasses. The wooden bench is aging and creaking when I sit. The orange rug at my feet is many days of dirty but I love the color more than when it’s clean.I listen and wish I had words to change what occurred yesterday, and most of the yesterdays previous to that one. If only my sentences

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-42667908810010658042008-03-29T20:22:00.001-05:002008-03-29T20:22:49.951-05:00

it’s been a long timei’ve forgotten how we fitthe contours of your shapethe way we flowin and outand the pieces of nostalgiathat fall into placeas the soft surfacemeets the hard pen.i say we crash it all.drive off the road into the ditchand feel the crunch of metals and plasticsmeeting branches and rocks and weedsif we survive, i say we run for the hillsand find a new place to hidefree from the

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-30833851071753219002007-09-11T10:14:00.000-05:002007-09-11T10:15:01.394-05:00

It’s the hour.Sleep is elusive as I watch the minutes roll by, seeing again in my mind’s eye the last second you breathedThe years in between count for days in this momentOr maybe weeks. But surely it hasn’t been a lifetime (short as it may be) since I last saw you.When the last grain of sand drops to its heap I’ll forget youThe dead cannot mourn or weep but they should not be forgotten.I won’t

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-84208707878535428852007-04-24T11:55:00.000-05:002007-04-24T11:57:19.692-05:00

i thought i would be perfect before i found you.in my head, it would all be laid out in front of me and i would never look back. i would be calm and collected and the temper that had burned within me would be stilled. there would be no harsh words flung from its flames.but then fire met fire and iron met iron. you were cold when you were alone just like i was. the facade rarely gave way and we

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-331872681019286892007-04-04T15:49:00.000-05:002007-04-04T15:50:16.456-05:00

the rain on the plain ground in the plain town grows no trees, for plain grows nothing. the water just floods and washes away as there's nowhere to seep in hard clay.the oddity of a seed ripping itself open to display its soul to the earth and then grow a tree came from a need to be free, to reach past the soil to the sky, and so the very small things become shelter and shade.the breaking inside

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-47683930650650958342006-12-29T00:23:00.001-06:002006-12-29T00:23:51.698-06:00

Oh, the reaper’s gone a’courtin’And he’ll dance away the nightYes, the reaper’s gone a’courtin’And he’ll dance away yer life.His favorite song is a mourning dearthAnd he always loves a wakeHe rises early to catch you quickAnd he always stays up late.He loves to sit and philosophizeWhile sippin’ fruity wineAnd he’ll be the first to tell youthat he’s never not on time.Oh, the reaper’s gone a’

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-9682975941667568262006-12-05T19:53:00.001-06:002006-12-05T19:57:29.257-06:00

it is iniquity that drives us to make sense & understandage sets into recognition and there we see a broader stancedeath comes to the window and we gaze at truth at last.i am a preacher-man's only child -he wanted a son, but got a daughterhe made me stone then hit me hard to find the water.i have stared down the ages that he left for me to wanderwhen the pain became too great and he cried out at

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-41338584704810483642006-11-15T10:52:00.000-06:002006-11-15T10:55:19.693-06:00

i have no words to name the season.the ink well has run dry and i can suck no more water from it... i am afraid to let my hands fall from my grip on today. on the now. i hold it so close because i have lost so many nows, thinking only of that-one-time's and when-i-was's and back-in-the-day's. i try to hold now so close and not let it slip away, for it is the slipperiest of times and loves to run

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1160721360771506782006-10-13T01:35:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:30.510-06:00

the race to extend freedom saps the life out of us all. and yet we keep the pace… never slack behind, never fall back. for the monsters at our heels will bite you in the foot.who knows if understanding will ever come our way? we may stand at the corner of the gravel road as it crosses the dirt path and wonder if our search was meaningful, or if our wandering was in vain. and we may not find the

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1158129148166586352006-09-13T01:32:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:30.445-06:00

So they just did a study which I'm sure many of you have heard about ranking life expectancy by region within the United States. Tennessee came in 45th.Combine that with a 41st ranking in smartness and a 52 out of 69 ranking in average commute time for the Nashville/Davidson country area, we get to spend much of our relatively short and stupid lives in a car.Maybe we should just start recycling

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1157438206731177442006-09-05T01:36:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:30.381-06:00

i pray that when you sing, you can touch the rain you dreami pray that when the night falls, youll breathe your last in sleepi see you. you aren't hidden.i know you wish you could give back the years that brought death.but if dreams are for the dying, only them that see the lightthen who lives behind in mourning, when the day becomes the night?who can wish away the autumn, who can beg the snow to

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1156109174383689242006-08-20T16:25:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:30.309-06:00

I am in the process of coming full circle back to my activist roots. For a long time I struggled with the same crisis that every idealist faces at one point or another: what the hell can I do to make a difference?I am facing the realization now that I am in the perfect point in history to be an individual making a realistic contribution to the issues at large. Micro business, grassroots efforts,

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1155111949403014892006-08-09T03:25:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:30.246-06:00

i slobbered words in my sleep. sometimes i think i distract myself with my own soliloquy - i forgot you were listening the whole time, to my poem that didn't rhyme. i hate boxy closed in trains of thought that litter my otherwise messy closet. toes to the end of the blue line - i ignored the lettering proclaiming that i should stand there, and not here. i caught your eye as they stared

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1154333931133567412006-07-31T03:18:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:30.176-06:00

it was like this.poor man sought to attain new riches. he searched long and hard to earn enough to buy himself a house and a car and make an inheritance for his children beyond poverty... and in so became greedy, and drank away all he had. but, now without a family, he had no reason to pass along material wealth when he met his maker, so he drank on. he was last seen on the corner by the rich

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1154331607798681702006-07-31T02:39:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:30.117-06:00

you'd think if you're tired of running, you would stop.i feel as if my insides are tangledlike a necklace that knots itself as you wear itand as you ponder the knot that occured without tyingyou become increasingly agitated when it won't come out.stupid necklace. never liked the damn thing anyway.and so here again we are running in circleslighter and softer, but still the same dance.i might just

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1153378030379334102006-07-20T01:43:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:30.043-06:00

you always think you're going to notice when everything changes. the sun should have a different hue, or the birds a different tune, or the ocean a different blue, like in the movies. maybe all your memories should be in sepia, so you know they're too far behind to recapture.i don't think there will be a stop here next time. i think the station will decay and the track will fade away. but maybe

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1151037489416147562006-06-22T23:00:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.976-06:00

i saw him one last time before i left.you'd think he had never spent a day in the sun. the light from the incandescent bulb dangling outside his cell cast shadows that made him seem haunted and illuminated his skin with an eerie glow by turns. all i desired to do was to hear his voice, to have him once again speak calming words that would make my fears fade away as they did when i was a small

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1149668340790588682006-06-07T03:14:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.917-06:00

Q: How many Zen masters does it take to screw in a light bulb?A: A tree in a golden forest. Q: How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?A: Two, one to hold the giraffe, and the other to fill the bathtub with brightly colored machine tools.Q: How many Bush Administration officials does it take to screw in alight bulb?A: None. There is nothing wrong with the light bulb; it's

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1148972856299533762006-05-30T01:57:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.854-06:00

stop and gaze as the sacred edifice crumbles. should one pause in thought, or cease to pray? should mourning overweigh the joy of death bringing life? should we stop and throw stones as the mighty fall?i desire to gaze into the crumbled remains of a haughty idol built in the image of an emperor and see the memory of the days before.are graven images built in the name of christ?i remember what i

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1148545757010229582006-05-25T03:23:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.795-06:00

the morning light has shone.the noon has pastevening dawnsthe long night draws near.if you may, send moonlightas fires burnand forests endand melodies hauntand the earth is rendgive light to us to find the dawnso still our walk may continue onso still our time may linger onand if the moonlight should be lostthen all the dreams the world has dreamtwill open eyes, and their purpose metand all the

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1147708088320317462006-05-15T10:31:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.736-06:00

last night we were at church. at some point in the beginning of the service, justin said that the scripture that says "let the little children come to me" popped in his head, but then he didn't think anything of it. we started out having a fairly normal service. sang songs, people gave testimonies, someone preached. but then at the end, we started worship again. we sang for a while, and then out

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1146893734635380642006-05-06T00:34:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.678-06:00

and even though i'm protesting myspace, i still got stuck reading everyone's sites for like 2 hours. thanks for the country song tavand some days i'd rather be a pirate...

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1146888747525129852006-05-05T23:02:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.592-06:00

here's a link to the torrent of stephen colbert ripping into lots of people... at the white house correspondants dinner. it's been pulled from just about everywhere on the net. but you have to witness this. whatever you think of the current administration, he stood there and the establishment what just about everyone (even half of conservatives, according to the polls) has thought at one point or

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1146519804402434772006-05-01T16:32:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.528-06:00

big business is trying to say that they have more invested in the internet than we do. AT&T, Comcast, and Verizon are among the companies lobbying congress to pass laws that will create a sort of "fast lane" premium net service for companies that can pay the higher cost. the rest of the net, including blogs, non-profit sites, myspace, itunes, personal sites, and small business sites will be given

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1146461294023403522006-05-01T00:25:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.467-06:00

i mind less when i get my sunday naps.

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1146297903243975872006-04-29T02:43:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.401-06:00

there's a lot of stink everywhere on the whole immigration issue. and i understand the need to deal with it... we've had an outdated and confusing system for a long time now.my gripe is not with those who want to deal with the issue. issues get ugly, as everything has at least two sides if not more. and i'm not denying that border security is important. helps keep out those pesky canadians.my

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1145779711594506822006-04-23T03:03:00.001-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.326-06:00

i thought i had lost my way.i understood myself as a foolnot realizing my failure was to seeonly through my own eyesand hear only the words i choseto hear.but i'm standing here right nowknowing that what was once foundwas almost brokenseeing that you, who comforted meas i fled the insane things thathaunted me, could thinkto take your life.how silly of me to not have seenhow selfish of meto think

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1145679632314271252006-04-21T23:14:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.209-06:00

"here lies the brave.if you should dare facethis beast, be awarethat he will not be slayed.he saw the true nature ofmy heart, and then beforeripping it out to taste histruth i wrote this in my ownhand, so you would knowthat you have been given lies."from the tomb marked as"unlucky". date not known.

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1145250205793207502006-04-16T23:49:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:29.005-06:00

i considered his laughter as a personal assault. my master had assured me that i was ready to face the dragon, and to be mocked by my own quest was insulting. i must admit i was not prepared to hear him speak, much less laugh. i was vaguely aware that the fact i had assumed i would be dealing with a dumb animal was evidence that i had missed something my master tried to teach me.adding to the

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1144300948072013002006-04-06T00:03:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:28.938-06:00

justin has been playing around with his camera for awhile now, but i think he's actually turning into a photographer. i had to show him off.

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1143787737132827832006-03-31T00:47:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.872-06:00

oh, i ache to feel the windi come every day to the edge of thecliff and pray this will be the daythe wind lifts me off my feetfor i fear i don’t have enoughfaith to jump.give me the grace to let go of the rockand the truth to hold onto the airand the release to let it take meto places i would not dare totread.let me fly as high as the air will allowand stare deep into the heart of thespace

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1143152437823395632006-03-23T16:13:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.813-06:00

half a decade.here's to five of the hardest years of my life!i wouldn't change a thing, baby. you have taught me more about living than anyone ever has. i never knew i could laugh so much. thank you!circa 2000florida

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1143017904990550202006-03-22T02:58:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.754-06:00

where does evil really lie?is it ever in the places that i think it’s incan it be contained within skin?you look at me and see a void, as you don’t know mei look within and cannot define what i see, because iam hard to find.the limitations of my experience show through wheni try to find the words to paint for you an expression ofmy inner self, but the colors seem dim in comparison andmy

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1142965826636298472006-03-21T12:12:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.687-06:00

"but how do you slay the dragon?"as i stood facing the awesome beast, i still wondered at my masters refusal to answer my question. why would he give me such a daunting task and provide no tools by which to accomplish it? it seemed very out of character for my master.i looked around, ever mindful of the dragon's sleeping visage, and scoured my surroundings for a spear.i saw the grass, but it was

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1141974666706106022006-03-10T01:00:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.628-06:00

see, there was this one day, when the wind was chilly and it whipped around my bones. the rain's cold fingers penetrated until i was soaked through and my shoes squished. i saw you splash in the puddles. we glanced across the terrain and for a moment, i could see through the drops of water as the putrid haze was washed from the air. i tread on the water like broken glass. a soft sigh from the

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1141548354981886512006-03-05T02:45:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.558-06:00

http://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/originals/blackwhite/main.html

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1141346630612147712006-03-02T18:41:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.499-06:00

“Don’t worry about the mule going blind, just load the wagon."I was reminded of this today when reading through info sent by a client. that's my problem... i never assume i could get a new mule...

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1141153461145601842006-02-28T12:51:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.442-06:00

you may not know how hard it often is for me to put my words on this page knowing that people read it. it was way easier when no one knew it was here:)but i think it's important for this one to be here, whether it makes me feel safe or not.i realized that i'm really good at hiding. so good in fact, that i can convince myself that i'm not. somewhere along the line, it just hurt too badly and i ran

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1141020150258918872006-02-26T23:58:00.001-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.386-06:00

i prophesy to sticks and stones and walls because it does not hurt when they turn me away.when the dead cry out against me, i defend nothing because i have no namebut the faceless lost remember, and know i am still the same.

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1140851542931383432006-02-25T00:58:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.270-06:00

god will not send a burning bush to lead you to the right place when he has given you grace and a braini'm sorry that life is so fucking hard but if you drank from a dirty well in a dump in the desert i would feel pity.who thinks that they have no choice in life?you turn a way and change your world.just pick something, damn it, and go for it.just learn something and stop being a fool.and if you

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1140323389545432482006-02-18T22:28:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.214-06:00

i never thought i'd live long enough to hear my husband say, "man, mosh pits just aren't the same as they were when we were younger."if anyone brings back flannel, i'm hiding until it's over.;)

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1139944153647695772006-02-14T03:29:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.157-06:00

so what do you do when you unexpectedly find the center of your paranoia while watching Smallville?

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1139822106815556172006-02-13T02:49:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.099-06:00

nce upon a time there was a monster, who was chasing a princess. she grew tired of running and hid in a tall tower, with no door, and one window. everyday she looked out at the world she was missing.it took a small boy to convince her that she could live without her tower. even longer for her to be convinced that the monster was just life. you see, even though the monster's strike is always fatal

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1139385300748407682006-02-08T01:52:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:28.040-06:00

this is a song that justin and i wrote.it actually has music, not that we plan on singing it in public. but i really like the words.undiscovered beautifulundiscovered terriblered winetouch your fingers to my lipssinge my skini’m drunk again undecidedstay or gobleeding all is all i knowdrying tears from drying eyesdark and long the lonely nighthere again find me now, my closest friendwarm my

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1139380696321306502006-02-08T00:26:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:27.974-06:00

here comes the next thingas the dust settles from the wave of changei think somewhere my heart was tornthe indecision changed my way of lifeand the things of then can be no more.i miss the yesterdaysi miss the way things used to bebut that was so long agothere's a new life to build now.a new life to give now.i cannot be my fatherwho could not admit the truthi cannot be my mother who can't see

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1138940262041130462006-02-02T21:33:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:27.900-06:00

i realize that a fear of spiders is an irrational fear.who would really fear the unknown, the unpredictable things, if they were all so small you could step on them? granted, there's that whole poisonous bite issue, but how many people do you know who have been fatally bitten by a poisonous spider? i mean sure, you get that acid hole in the arm going on sometimes, which isn't so cool. or the

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1138736845181178672006-01-31T13:45:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:27.837-06:00

the sun has been out 3 days in a rowi just made lea laughmy husband is contentmy son has the gigglesand my allergy meds are making me loopy, not sleepy.it's a good day:)

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maybe someday i will jump from the solid ground and you will find me no more. the wind has little preference for the direction it goes. maybe there will be some as yet undiscovered place that i will see, and find my way home from there, and then i'll be an adventurer. i always envied those who found america first... to cast yourself from all you know and find a new way must be a heady

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the place we came from has nearly burned to the ground. all the old neighborhood haunts feel like a ghost town. you can see the memories pass through the empty halls, and it makes you wonder if you were really there, or did you dream it all?but the beauty never fades, even when in the memory it is misplaced.i remember that one time, when we drove in the rain and it was so quiet. the peace came

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the taste was still lingering in her mouth. too many places have left their mark, and now she's getting careless. and thoughtless. she hurriedly reached for her things and tried to discount the nagging sensation that she was not who she set out to be. in her rushed attempt to find solace from yesterday's wounds, she had given away her faith, piece by piece.as the cold wind hit her face when

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so we had a perfectly natural miracle today. jesus came without fanfare, and dropped the line about hiding in the caves and running to the hills and woe to those who are with child. he came in a bush that burned but did not ash. i touched the scars on his hand and knew i saw a mirage, for only my imaginiation could dream up such a powerful charasmatic experience as one would have when dipping

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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days of auld lang syne?And days of auld lang syne, my dear,And days of auld lang syne.Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days of auld lang syne?We twa hae run aboot the braesAnd pu'd the gowans fine.We've wandered mony a weary foot,Sin' auld lang syne.Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,Sin' auld lang

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chaosbrokenstarlightpouringshadowsthroughthelesserlighttowardsimagineddesiretofindyesterday.shouldhelpdescend?ithinkthemorningshouldawakensoon.vodkalaughtersmokescookiestruth.my christmases have improved.

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insane drain... the drip has just dropped and the plink on the sink is enough to drive me mad. but to walk across the room to fix it seems like wasted exertion. my drink was drank and now i'm bled dry. you'd think the quick beat that moves the life from heart to toes and up my spine would take less time, but i'm hemorrhaging thought out my ear everytime you cause me to question.but i beg of

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1134202777678720122005-12-10T02:03:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:27.288-06:00

i had an interesting experience recently.i developed a deal with God at one point, sometime in my early teenage years, that if he thinks he gets to run the universe, he has to deal with my opinions and questions. the first interesting thing is that he took the deal. the second interesting thing is that he just told me that i don't get to do that anymore. it was somewhat jolting... i don't

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1133932122357011432005-12-06T23:07:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:27.229-06:00

"all you need is 1/4 cup of water, 1/4 cup of sugar, 10/4 cups of gator, and 1/4 cup of gatorade. and that's how you make super gatorade." can i be 3 again, please?

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how much i like creating. even though i'm so overloaded i can't really sleep (something that i will have to get better about), i wake up happy every day.pretty damn cool.

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the smell of the spice carried on the breeze from the oscillating fan brought the sweet unattainable flavor to my attention… it would be months before i could savor the craving. rum is wonderful pain. i took you somewhere, or nowhere… and we tried again to see the familiar. that wasn’t the last time i saw you, but i think it was the last time you saw me. the memory i will forever keep as the

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1133249241304382522005-11-29T01:02:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:27.042-06:00

i meant to post this last Friday, november 25th. but many circumstances got in my way, most of which are too boring to mention. there was that bit with the giant orangutans on the subway, but i'm not sure that one was true, so i don't think it counts.i spent a long time being a die-hard feminist. i'm sure this is big news to most people... as i'm so demure, and all. i swore i would never have a

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i just needed to vent this... it's something i've realized that i've been carrying around for a long time. and when you realize that you've been carrying around an elephant that occasionally shits in the corner of your life, i find that it is often helpful to talk about it, so at least you're not in denial that your elephant is stinky. as an artist and a performer, i am craving specific input.

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did you mean it? in the moment,when you looked into my words andunderstood the way i see, the figurativereality that gives the breath i breathe,did you really comprehend the extentof which i would depend?the lost cadence is blamed on the true nature of beingone who only walks to a drum if she has to.and there the beating drives, drives deep into the chordsof parched want for release. you've

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1131954748557030782005-11-14T01:50:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:26.841-06:00

an interesting article, about the infamous American urban sprawl.http://www.slate.com/id/2129636/?nav=fo

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1131694459441257702005-11-11T01:29:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:26.773-06:00

i have a problem with being funny. see, whenever i'm trying to be funny no one laughs, and when i'm trying to be serious it's hard to keep people's attention.see, i think that's kind of funny. but you're still waiting for the punch line, aren't you?um... how about..."Only two, but I don't know how they got in there! "no? hmm. well, we'll get back to that.

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1131443517348726802005-11-08T03:46:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:26.715-06:00

i've been accused of being Lucy, but if it weren't for the obvious gender issues, i think i'd have more in common with him. or maybe i'm the tiger. am i keeping it real only when someone who believes in me is watching? or can the misperceptions of jaded people cause my words to lose their meaning?if i tripped and fell over a twig in the woods when no one was looking, would someone still laugh at

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1131246846369385762005-11-05T21:03:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:26.651-06:00

i must say that i really think it's easier to see the everyday ups and downs when you're alone. there is no need to editorialize or translate or watch your temper and tongue... the reaction can come and pass, and then you're just standing there with this moment in your past and no ones expression to mark it by.heartless it may be, but truthfully so.some days it's hard to believe. why should i

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1130992702361594682005-11-02T22:37:00.000-06:002006-11-14T12:46:26.581-06:00

i think you must be in jest.to say that my narrative is wrought withconsistent ill-uses, and brings onlya moment of confused attempts withinthe readers brain to create an unlikely epiphany, is a euphemism for “i’ve forgot the wonder of poetic freedom”for to describe the world in onlysensible terms is prose. and while suchword play has its uses, the play wouldsoon loose the lust for

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i must have been about 7.kids make fun of you for the oddest things.when i finally convinced my mother that the ridicule was just too muchand she should break down andlet me have chewing gum, shegrudgingly abliged. the next day,i bought my very own pack of gumwith my very own moneyand brought it to school. anotherkid, who had always made fun of me for having weird parents whosaid i couldn't do

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and still the tempest rages.how do you find the stepping stones when the clouds descend upon you? i fear to lose more than my way. but the words of the wise one, spoken in haste but still quite true sink into my memory. i'm burning it there permanently, with reflection.the desert seemed endless. the vast stretches of sky only served to give canvas to the burning sunlight. my eyes had grown

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"nothing has changed, outwardly. i'm still in the same little room, with the same challenges, and the same old car. but even when i had money, i did not feel rich.""so do you feel rich now?""um, it has come and gone. most of the days i have, there were a couple of times that... i didn't. it was like that poor thing crept back in. right this minute... it's fine. i feel... i read something, i don't

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1129093062228559102005-10-11T23:37:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:26.339-06:00

i think i just watched my worlds collide. or at least, i saw memory coincide with present existence. when that happened, the value of my remorse was lessened and i saw only one who i laughed with. you think you left only a mild impression on me, as once again i remained true to pattern and escaped when you became too controlling. you did not realize that you can't leave a mark on me by

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1128484969057283502005-10-04T22:53:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:26.277-06:00

maybe i will run away and join the circus. i certainly know how to walk the tightrope - constantly wondering if it will be this step or that which will misstep and send me tumbling to my doom, as i'm sure i'd miss the net. tricky words, tricky game. is it your turn or mine? i find i'd rather stare out the window and watch the rain fall, and the paint dry on the porch swing. swinging back and

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1128056632052470872005-09-29T23:51:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:26.207-06:00

if i could sing the way i want to, i'd be a violin. the strings pull the melody right out of my bones. the marrow within me is a concerto, in a minor key. as the painfully excitant chords dissipate within the air i find i have stopped breathing.i take in a deep gulp of air into my lungsto hold in the music.sometimes my soul sings so loudly i cannot sleep.

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"mommy, why do you run? why don't you want to be chubby?""when i get big, i'm going to drive a car, and a plane, and a rocket ship, and a fire engine, and a helicopter, and a gyrocopter."pause."mommy, who will design the gyrocopter? do you design gyrocopters?""when i get big, can i have my own logo?""oh, i remember. i forgot that i don't know how to get to mima's house and that's why i don't

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1127205275102930982005-09-20T03:23:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:26.085-06:00

it was so long ago when i thought i was small and you were big. i looked at your school books in amazement that i knew someone smart enough to read another language. at least a little. you told me that you didn't feel old, that in fact you were quite sure you would never grow up. but i knew better. i knew you had conquered more of life than i would live to see, and i marveled at your insight

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i love back roads.some of my favorite memories are of riding in the car with lea, as we traveled too fast with all the windows down, and the music too loud for our health. we smoked while inhaling the fall air.i'd get out half a sentence that was meant to be a profound thought that got stuck between my clove and my speech impediment, and she would say, "i totally agree." or not. and if not, we'd

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there are days when i feel invincible. those days, i hold my head high and i laugh long and hard and i look everyone straight in the eye.this is not one of those days.

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there's a time to remember.smelling the scents that haunt from the pastremembering the way the light hit your facelooking back to the person you were, then.there's a time to forgive.taking back the selfish insanitythat drove you to forget who you are.there's a time to move on.this time has begun, and will keep going...light from darkdeep from shallowtruth from liespain and sorrowfrom foolish

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1126757976778784712005-09-14T23:16:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:25.339-06:00

so i think i'm temporarily out of words.let me see.yup. goodnight, i'm going to rest.

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1991 it's an unusual experience when a family day of remembrancebecomes a national day of memorial.i woke up this morning and thought of you immediatelywhich is odd, because over the years your presence in my thoughts hasbecome quiet.14 years later i find myself only older, not much wiseri drink my tea and stare into the unseen distance often just like you taught meoccasionally i remember our

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stomp jumpgiggle wigglesquirm learnfind uncoverlaugh shoutcry sleeprest fallclimb leapscrape burnbreak cutlove soothetouch rungive takewake sleeplose forgetsow

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"To love justice, to long for the right, to love mercy, to pity the suffering, to forget wrongs and remember benefits - to love the truth, to be sincere, to utter honest words, to love liberty, to wage relentless war against slavery in all its forms, to love wife and child and friend, to make a happy home, to love the beautiful; in art, in nature, to cultivate the mind, to be familiar with the

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i never wanted to return to the place.i cut myself from the branch of my treeand planted myself in soil far from my beginningsand cursed the seed that bore me.i never wanted to rememberi saw no need to understand my raceand i didn't care to empathize with the peopleof the place that broke my father.i never wanted to carei hardened my heart and never looked backfor fear the evil behind me would

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1125829402262191242005-09-04T05:18:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:24.970-06:00

"there's a time to forgetand a time to destroyand a time to burnand a time to weepand a time for drunken forgetfulnessand a time for hurried callousnessand a time for unforgivenessand a time for lost loveand a time for backstabbing and hatredand a time for insensitive rubbish.but there's no time for me.why are the poor dead at your feet?it isn't too late to remember your nameit lies at the tip of

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pause, and remember.it was like this. a man, sitting on the corner,trying to find words to express his frustrationsbut finding none adequate he was left only withrages and he gave away his soul to have someonelisten. the torn and drenched pages that representhis mission to make you remember thestory he tellsfloat away in the deluge of missplaced intentionsand disregard of the warnings given.

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i thought we should be grownups by now.but instead i find hidden secrets and lies at every turni don't know who to trustwhen your own family pledges loveand cuts down the ones you believe inwho is the right oneand who is the believer.i thought by now i'd grown a thick skinbut useless defending only wears me downand yet, you know just the way to twist the knifeand still, i let you give me the

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1125288585451834202005-08-28T23:07:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:24.767-06:00

i watched an era end today.it was carried away with smoke on the breezethe ashes fell to my feettime has met me here.new days, new waysshedding the skin of long remembered wishesto be fulfilledto be rebornfire has cleansed.i missed the day i was given my name.i shall miss no more.

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i'll paint you a picture of the place i call my own with words. i can see as far as you can imagine i can run faster than the wind would care to blow but i choose to take it slowly there is nothing here that isn't mine and yet there's nothing here i can define the beautiful weight of chance and dreams is the cover upon which i sleep and when i wake, the sunshine is my drink. you should be so

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1124957747745647522005-08-25T03:07:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:24.643-06:00

take it back, and let it be i thought you could see me i thought you knew well enough to leave it alone but now we're crowded into unforgiving space and the place is lost behind the clutter of knick-knacks i thought i knew better i thought i'd be taller i thought that when push came to shove i'd always forgive i thought i was wise i thought i knew fools i thought i was safe from losing a love

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1124932296432790042005-08-24T20:08:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:24.569-06:00

one last non-poetic post, and then we're back to business as usual.this was just priceless, and poetic in it's own sort of way.when questioned if they're serious, the goverer general just replied, "well, we're serious about being funny."maybe you should move here, tav.http://www.conchrepublic.com/

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1124773844258653982005-08-23T00:06:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:24.500-06:00

have you ever been sitting on your couch having just finished your dinner that occurred much too late in the evening and began to wonder what the purpose of the British Commonwealth is? well, I did. and for starters, it's not the British Commonwealth... just The Commonwealth. there's the obivous point that i figured out all on my own, that the commonwealth is for "common wealth". yes, and I

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dream away the daytimefloat into the dreamlandtears are stars, laughter is night-breezecome away and restmorning hides its brightnessmoonlight breaks the darknesstears in the sky are raining downfloat away on the riverdream river, carry me homewardthe night holds me close to its ownthe sunrise will sing and the daytime will carry onbut the night brings dreams in whispersthe rain runs to the

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death is like the oceana little is taken,a little replacedno matter how much the land’s shapemay change, the currents will always remain. tide in, tide out.another is born to take my placeanother goes farther, a faster pacebut what is the distance? the point is stillno matter how fast you run, you die. crashing into the sands of timea castle is built and washed awaywith

audihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13346825453810860531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410775.post-1122908893387123812005-08-01T10:07:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:46:24.305-06:00

the smooth, crisp scentthe fragile statethe oft remembered seldom placeat the end of nowhere, a left at the secondtime i lost my patience with lifebefore you get to the insanely fast speedafter you past the one thing you need.i need little.no need to buyjust flesh to touch, a care to holda moon to light the evening by.where is this soul when not here?i think that i must really try to

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asmallthing.such a small thing, really.it was like this... i was sitting and watching the world go by throughthe window, while i savored my steaming hot cup of ginger spicei saw you walking down the sidewalk, cares in hand, ready to be tossedaway and i noticed you notice mebut only for a secondand then you glanced away.i thought that day, maybe things had changedmaybe i was different, while you

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once upon a time i knew a manwith a desirea man who would standin the water with thewaves crashing against histoes, craving the moonshinehe would seek to finda man who wanted to bewho thought hecould be, and so he ranhard, and fast, and believed he would winheart beating so fastit seemed he wouldbursthe often asked for directionshe used to be,oh he used to bei sat right thereand watched him

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that fell behind the fridgeburied in dust bunnies, next to the remote(i must have tried to put it in the freezer)i picked the dirt out of my fingernailsset it back on the shelfand marveled at my resourceful nature.so it's missing a few piecesand the eyes are misshapenand its toes are deformedbut it's mine.i got it for christmas... i think '87i wanted one because sally, down the street,said they

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so i'm working on a project that i've mentioned to a few of you about. i don't think the words in that sentence were in the correct order... but it's all good i'm writing a book for children about life and death. it is as yet untitled, as that usually takes me a while. all y'all peeps should let me know what topics you wish someone had talked about when you were little. not in the answering

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i drink wineand savor the flavors of theappetizing dishes that life createseven the bitter ones(bittersweet are often the best)i occasionally gigglebut don't tell...i thought i was made to be cold, and distantbut the new path that i've chosenwhere nothing is frozen, and everything is oddi think suits me better.why is this novel?well, you see...i thought i could break meand mold me and shape mei

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i'm going to be a girl for a moment and give you my favorite beauty secret. everytime i feel the need to say "does this make me look fat?"or, "would you think i'd be prettier if my skin was clearer?" or, "i hate my calf muscles"or anything such as the above my husband makes me do an exercise."say it, audra. say, audra is beautiful." i mumble a response, vague syllables designed to fool my

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so long ago. i think, so long the lines of your face have smoothed in my memory or the time i think of was before their existence. but now... now is what? a dream? a wish? a future oft revisted time? they say i've lost the best years but it took me all of them to find you and i don't want to lose the ones i have missing you but i can't remember where i put you.a box? a thought? a wishing well?

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