tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166518401150421152024-03-13T02:12:46.374-07:00jusB.Impress me personality.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-72695166658778109142012-07-09T21:42:00.001-07:002012-07-09T22:01:09.084-07:00Be the Warmth.The cold will endure until the fire is lit to fill us with warmth. The branches won’t bend till their ice has melted away. Our hearts will not wake till we feel everything’s at stake. Our hands need to light the fire that will burn our doubt to ash. The freeze within us will live until we choose to strike the match. Once the match is a flame, our bodies will do the same. Our joints will fold to caress and hold; the trees will sway as if the ice never once stayed. It is up to us to make this world of difference; to live and to love above the eternal flame. It is our journey to lead a life of everlasting light. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgPcoLfQ8xFqLdqP-9SPUQ2EDL8490NB-z2GhyJvmDGn1-PO73ZrcyUIGa5ip4IopuDneez087qaAosybLawU3A3w4X6-6caVLhpq4q0ykuc8W4lULyWxdwbgI3_sOPBayPaEtQUYYX3H/s1600/flamma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="203" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgPcoLfQ8xFqLdqP-9SPUQ2EDL8490NB-z2GhyJvmDGn1-PO73ZrcyUIGa5ip4IopuDneez087qaAosybLawU3A3w4X6-6caVLhpq4q0ykuc8W4lULyWxdwbgI3_sOPBayPaEtQUYYX3H/s320/flamma.jpg" /></a></div>jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-33366748401607107992011-11-13T14:29:00.001-08:002012-05-03T21:32:29.578-07:00Poetry & ProseHe will not surrender to any force. Whether it be the strike of a lightning bolt or the jab of a switch blade, nothing will tear down his frame. He doesn't bend and he will not break. No one will ever be able to know the mistakes that he makes; he isn't aware of them either. His intentions are carved in stone - to him, every action has a blame. Before he leaves Earth, humanity will have all once pronounced his name. He is poetry, unlike prose. No pause, or breaks, or hesitates;
he moves in the momentum of the bold. When one shrub is passed it's pushed, flattened and slashed. There is no returning, and absolutely no mourning. He can feel for what has been shoved, but he walks along remembering where he belongs. Because even if he cares, he could not dare to drop his legend, to live complacent in love.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-84689887847099448802011-08-02T22:53:00.000-07:002011-08-02T22:54:23.903-07:00You know when it's real.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-79891505205694711202011-06-25T15:03:00.000-07:002011-06-25T15:06:36.500-07:00Be yond.We have to do more than we imagine we can.<br />We have to inspire by humiliating ourselves.<br />We must leave our comfort to find the value in comfort.<br />We must show strength no matter how weak we feel.<br />We must remember that this is life and we are real.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-26295890624754066592011-06-23T19:48:00.000-07:002012-05-03T21:36:05.434-07:00Dear Universe,You have been kind to me. <br />You provided me with life, <br />and air, and a land to roam.<br />You were simple and serene;<br />a place to love and be. <br />Discovering you meant discovering me<br />and I wish I had that courage when I first had eyes to see. <br />Everything you are is everything I am, <br />still I'm preoccupied with "who I have to be". <br />Passionate about tangibility,<br /> worshipping the culture of accessory.<br />Loosing grip of my immortal energy,<br />claiming illusion to be reality.<br />But even worse, treating what's tempory <br />as though it'd last forever.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-57822521588174420392011-05-31T17:08:00.000-07:002011-10-20T21:10:32.920-07:00thin as windSitting still with winds around me. <br />Circles over cirles, Time is passing through me.<br />There isn't nothing that I can't do<br />Free of form, I feel out-of-body.<br />The secrets that once were are no longer hiding.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-77805848544920117512011-05-23T20:02:00.000-07:002012-05-03T21:56:29.450-07:00And she feels so despaired. Her eyes sell lies at low price and he tells her that it’s nice. That's where it stays because that's where it’s played: On the surface - for rent, never by owner. Whoever can stay long enough eventually discovers her basement, where ghosts linger and her histories are hidden. It's then, when the dust is blown off and her true color is risen. <br />Do they remain, or do they then leave? It becomes a burden they usually abandon. <br />They word it like this though, “That girl's crazy, yo.” <br />“She’s fine, but she’s psycho." <br />This is how the boys explain what they don’t understand, and they go on searching for a perfect woman, without ever becoming a man. Some run that race til they’re about forty. I wonder, do they ever grow to be men who can comfort a woman when she's hurting? If he hadn't stopped at the surface of her blue eyes, he could have seen past her disguise. And she would have known he meant it, saving her from more lies to be accepted.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-84042276318643847292011-05-06T20:09:00.000-07:002011-06-23T19:57:48.247-07:00worry my life away.There is poison flowing through my veins, <br />I feel it spreading to every part of me. <br />It swims with my blood and now my heart is at risk. <br />If it's as deadly as it seems, this pump will be the last of me. <br />Right now is all I have, but right now has me so sad. <br />I was oblivious to the poison's entry. Perhaps it conned it's way in- <br />like the picking of my pocket while a friend goes in for a hug. <br />It hurts that much; an open wound that burns at the touch.<br />My body's aching for a revolution, but this disease takes me far from my heart's desire; into the darkness, dimming the light of me. <br />I am only human, but can I endure such trauma? <br />I disassociate from this wilderness because no one can relate. I see people living their lives - making money and making decisions; sticking to decisions and elevating with experiences. I see the floor beneath my feet and it hasn't changed in hundreds of weeks. I don't see life in my life - I see regret and living without cause and effect. I don't know how to pursue a beautiful life - working toward a dream - I'm a hypocrite stuck in between.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-79970115168410575812011-04-29T12:53:00.000-07:002011-04-29T13:10:10.130-07:00i don't need a dollarSo much is happening all at once<br />I don't have a dollar<br />But son my dreams aren't getting farther<br />They are advancing as I keep dancing<br />To the beat of my passion, everyday<br />I don't need a dollar to be this way<br />I don't even need a dollar to be<br />And that's what I pray others will see<br />I don't own the riches that comes from disguised slave labor, <br />I own richness from within<br />That gets polished by my thought, <br />Love and manifestations of creative engagements<br />I don't ever want to be mad<br />By the material things I don't have<br />I know some days will be sad<br />But better for me so I can know the sun when it shines<br />I forever want to see the world<br />Through these righteous blue eyes.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-68700611324869290152011-04-15T08:03:00.000-07:002011-04-15T08:22:24.949-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQgwnPZILIhWS-LmT5j9y0Pf99kQb7jBVIrfGHGjPEXNX1dCL5vufipO2HcMrMMTEdv_Snx7Fgrim2UB0dUlIyD5oXMz0kIxQxjaXttN1ymytlvVLlV_P7XYSKIluV6tLxgaWTDr7Kh-KG/s1600/country+village+park.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQgwnPZILIhWS-LmT5j9y0Pf99kQb7jBVIrfGHGjPEXNX1dCL5vufipO2HcMrMMTEdv_Snx7Fgrim2UB0dUlIyD5oXMz0kIxQxjaXttN1ymytlvVLlV_P7XYSKIluV6tLxgaWTDr7Kh-KG/s320/country+village+park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595830416955878706" /></a><br /><br />Sat upon the Earth alone,<br />there is no life around me.<br />When energy passes,<br />it doesn't see me here.<br />Waiting, <br />like an invisible person to be seen clear.<br /><br />From my indian style,<br />the world is rather small.<br />The blades of grass are just beneath me,<br />so close to me,<br />yet I cannot fathom how they root across the continent.<br /><br />Who is sitting at the farthest stretch of the same root?<br />Are they waiting like me?<br />Or is their colorful soul set free?<br /><br />The clouds above me<br />float innocently.<br />Parading along, singing a song, <br />I wonder what lovers are looking up<br />engaged in the same free show.<br /><br />Soft wind kisses my cheek,<br />with a chilling effect,<br />it runs through every body it meets.<br /><br />Suddenly, I am not alone.<br /><br />The world has given me natural comfort.<br />The atmosphere has hugged me, <br />and the soil recharged me.<br /> <br />Energy from the green is what I need. <br />The spirit that is recycled amongst humanity, <br />the soul of Mother Earth <br />which sings to us our harmonious worth.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-59338786010297373502011-04-13T19:19:00.000-07:002011-04-13T19:41:51.294-07:00As quoted from Leo Buscaglia;<strong><em>"To use it all up is Love..."</em></strong><br /><br />1. Each day I promise myself not to try to solve all of my life problems at once.<br /><br />2. Starting each day I will try to learn something new about me, about you and about the world we live in - so that I may continue to experience all things as if they have been newly born. <br /><br />3. Starting each day I shall remember to communicate my joy as well as my despair - so that we can know eachother better. <br /><br />4. Starting each day I shall remind myself to really listen to you and try to hear your point of view, and discover the least threatning way of giving you mine - remembering that we are both growing and changing in a hundred different ways. <br /><br />5. And starting each day I shall remind myself that I'm a human being - and shall not demand perfection from you until I myself am perfect. (So you're safe.)<br /><br />6. Starting each day I shall strive to be more aware of the beautiful things in our world. I know there is ugliness, but there is also beauty and don't let them tell you any differently. <br /><br />7. Starting each day I will remind myself to reach out and touch you with my words, with my eyes, and with my fingers; because I don't want to miss out on feeling you. <br /><br />8. And starting each day I will dedicate myself to the process of being a Lover, and then see what happens...<br /><br /><strong><em>"If you were to define Love, the only word big enough to engulf it all would be Life."</em></strong>jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-45272616396771416352011-04-06T21:57:00.000-07:002011-04-06T22:16:43.117-07:00peace.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jYvTsPxp9GL96OVFtyhvoFdozASelkCa149sn_zSq-W3IA4blCDoX5nFpEpby-vg8xGc5gV1ZbN5IRAdsvQa_eDjeYNshRqK_jxYWn1O3eqNz-s7QVyQugl9cyOrudIPJ5yBWfrr-Cvz/s1600/driving+Along.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jYvTsPxp9GL96OVFtyhvoFdozASelkCa149sn_zSq-W3IA4blCDoX5nFpEpby-vg8xGc5gV1ZbN5IRAdsvQa_eDjeYNshRqK_jxYWn1O3eqNz-s7QVyQugl9cyOrudIPJ5yBWfrr-Cvz/s200/driving+Along.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592701601944721282" /></a><br />To be completely honest, it's not in the things we own. Happiness, fulfillment, peace, does not come in form. We've heard this all our lives, and as corny as you may have taken it or as phony as you perceive it to be, it is the ultimate truth. When we meet strangers, often times than not, we hide behind forms to portray who we are - we act happy because of the things we own and the accomplishments we've founded. We seldom share honest joys or real despair; matters of the heart and soul. We rarely reach out and ask for help in the form of touch, love or understanding. It is this ditch of selfishness and disregard that humanity keeps digging deeper and deeper. It is our solidarity that is eventually going to destroy us. We have to find our interconnectedness and tune our spirits. We cannot wish to find peace through outward forms, for peace develops from the inside. Once we accept who we are, honestly and completely; once we believe in our dreams and our strength; once we plan our steps carefully and execute courageously, then peace be to us. Then, and only then, will the power of love shine from our hearts and unto everyone we meet.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-77366782882099327002011-03-01T16:50:00.000-08:002011-03-01T16:56:34.115-08:00Suheir Hammad"TALISMAN<br />it is written<br />the act of writing is holy <br />words are sacred <br />and your breath<br />brings out the <br />god in them<br />i write these words quickly <br />repeat them<br />softly to myself<br />this talisman for you<br />fold this prayer<br />around your neck <br />fortify your back with these whispers<br />may you walk ever loved <br />and in love know the sun for warmth <br />the moon for direction<br />may these words always remind you <br />your breath is sacred <br />words bring out the god<br />in you."<br /><br />This lady, poet, author, political activist, beautiful human being inspires me. <br />She writes with love, speaks with grace and with her words has travelled all over the place. I see now what I am working toward: a brave me, unafraid of speaking to the world.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-62359696601237417162011-02-17T19:16:00.000-08:002011-02-17T19:59:58.598-08:00My focus and Attention isn't in any of this...It's a race of the masses and I'm compared to molasses.<br />What's important to them is insignificant to me...<br />I can't find the worth in living to make monetary.<br /><br />For even if they hate it, <br />even if they're soul broke, <br />They still push for disguise,<br />for fantasies and lies...<br />Because they'd rather get approval, <br />then face the truh that I know.<br /><br />It wasn't meant to be this way,<br />I never wanted to judge...<br />I know exactly how it hurts,<br />all I want is Love...<br /><br />But when the money judged me because I didn't commit to fake, <br />how did it figure I'd react when my soul was at stake?<br /><br />So I will be no fool, <br />but do what keeps me full: mind, heart and belly...<br />to learn what appetites my bite so I never end up settling. <br /><br />If it sounds like I've figured it out, <br />I'm not even close...<br /><br />I'm restless 'cause I'm relentless and can't respect the routine.<br />I can't push for something false,<br />or study strategies to manipulate the costs... <br />Or learn the ways of a beaurocratic boss in hopes of one day getting a day off.<br />I can't say yes to the crooked system.<br />I can't read my school books without thinking it's all twisted. <br /><br />That's why I cannot focus...<br />that's why I'm in it deep...<br />Because I cannot believe that people don't fucking see.<br /><br /><br />((this prose is an act of defense<br />to the values of man that have been put to the test.))jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-27636954684336016572011-02-14T09:40:00.000-08:002011-02-14T10:28:51.871-08:00See their LiesThey are probing our minds with propaganda and pride, <br />"Do what thou wilt" embroidered on their sweaters, <br />selling the lifestyle they sold their soul to weather. <br />Making it appear like they're really one of us,<br />personifying the plastic to deeper our lust.<br />With this degree of control we don't see the hoax;<br />swimming in deceit while our freedoms fight to stay afloat.<br />Fraud and illegal laws conned by inside jobs. <br />Our minds don't look much into it,<br />blatantly desensitized for the ruling elite of them.<br />Another strategy to keep us in the dark,<br />to strip us of our smarts,<br />transplant chips into our hearts <br />and ultimately tear or individual souls apart. <br />Or to become orderly -<br />that they hold most importantly.<br />To dumb down the masses<br />and intrude on true school classes;<br />with standardized tests <br />and curriculums that put our children's imaginations to rest.<br />To turn us into a whole, <br />so they can steal the show.<br />One of us can do nothing, <br />but a nation can do much,<br />So stop wasting your mind on petty such and such!jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-71745806158941734682011-02-01T14:57:00.000-08:002011-04-03T17:08:19.710-07:00Resolute.I told myself that 2011 was going to be a year of action. <br />No more spoken ideas; if my desire is real then I need to prove it. <br />Words can be so pretty. Dress them up and make them dance; make it seem like they stand a chance. But when my throat closes, their echos resound in my head.<br />Over and over again, I get more opportunities to question and threaten them. <br />So no more allowing myself to over-analyze and ultimately worry.<br />No more speaking as if my soul is in a hurry. <br />Words don't replace the fate of action; they don't bring you closer to satisfaction. <br />If anything at all, they distance your fall.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-61510914830011727782011-01-17T05:37:00.000-08:002011-01-17T05:42:27.917-08:00The real me <br />is begging to be set free.<br />Out of what's expected,<br />A world where nothing's rejected. <br />So many nights I wish<br />to drive away,<br />Off into the unknown,<br />A society that to me has never been shown.<br />I crave the mysteries <br />That life is hiding.<br />No more residing<br />where the ordinary is abiding.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-80242669181388857682011-01-12T09:06:00.000-08:002011-01-17T05:37:11.020-08:00Breathe it in<br />and exhale out,<br />let me know what it's all about. <br /><br />Feel the trembling inside<br />and the worry that tears up one's eyes.<br />It's hard to place your finger on it, <br />but it relieves to have acknowledged it. <br /><br />Stinging initially,<br />denying so it'll stop;<br />lying to the face of it,<br />believing then the pain will drop.<br /><br />But the pressure pushes till your bones become tight,<br />until your center reflects a flourescent, white beam of light.<br /><br />Breathe again<br />and follow the trend.<br /><br />Keep with the motion, <br />a steady and concrete devotion;<br />remain mind strong <br />as your soul struggles along. <br /><br />Exhale out,<br />release all doubt.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-36959716962800298982011-01-06T07:35:00.000-08:002011-01-06T07:52:00.040-08:00Narrow In.Weaving through the lines of time<br />My vision has become perpetually fine.<br /><br />Revolting against the constraints <br />Imposed by many minds;<br />It's the common illusions,<br />Day-to-day soul confusions<br />It seeks to unbind.<br /><br />Burying the burden of expectedness,<br />And suffocating the vexatious feat of fear;<br />It's the rain to end the drought<br />Of excessive amount of doubt.<br /><br />Because I can't be what they want me to be,<br />And I'll never want the dreams that they flaunt.<br />For they cost an eternity,<br />Yet the quality is poor.<br /><br />They're conning our life away,<br />Lying it will lead to Heaven's door.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-91828791189935249772010-12-16T07:07:00.000-08:002011-01-06T08:05:45.935-08:00I give and I give, but it goes unrecognized.<br />For many, something given is only noticed when it's materialized.<br /><br />We want to change.<br />We want peace and all the goodness the heavens preach.<br />We say we love and shouldn't make war,<br />but we in act in hate more often than we relate. <br /><br />You think you don't.<br />You read this and I wish the words would make you choke -<br />Maybe then you'd get a reality check <br />and awake before you settle for less.<br /><br />Happiness is your responsibility.<br />You assume it's not about forgiveness or patience,<br />or the bigger picture of the innocent; <br />You think you can do you and forget about the hearts below?<br />Well I would like to see you walk into any type of heaven with those misdemeanors on your record. <br /><br />Who is God and why are people asking Him for everything?<br />How hypocritical, contradicting and synical -<br />To blame God, but to daily neglect God. <br />Get with it or get dead;<br />The fame, glitter, glamour and gold is only in your head. <br />Like paranoia, envy and ego,<br />can you take that with you when you go?<br /><br />And it isn't about your name,<br />but whose life did you change?<br />Was it your soul exposed in an act? <br />Something substantial that made the darkness crack?<br />Releasing light like a beam, <br />did you give yours and another's life the kind of loving that we all need? <br /><br />Or like so many, did you boast the most then raise your glass to a toast,<br />admiring an image as thin as a ghost?<br />One to show the rest that you're the best;<br />To give the kids something to seek, <br />unfortunately your influence is so bleak;<br />Personalities are so jaded, and my tiny perspective in the masses easily becomes faded. <br /><br />It's not about the things, not even about a wedding ring.<br />Traditions are nice, but they too came about from sacrifice. <br />So ignorant, arrogant, yet nostalgic...<br />We're hoping for better days <br />but not improving any of our selfish ways.<br /><br />(THINK)jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-83331341185959983052010-10-29T08:42:00.001-07:002010-10-29T08:46:16.964-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitdycfE3cIKPwN1vZF8xrs61Bd8MZYwAIxaQHShswascVIpC3IRA1XSO1DzybF9j_6Ao_4bitz-XqLNB_AgmNeB5TZPO7FKkLtuPNZjxpVbW2vqqQT1xgGIIAMKEEMl13fnJmHrrooJeqk/s1600/poembyB.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitdycfE3cIKPwN1vZF8xrs61Bd8MZYwAIxaQHShswascVIpC3IRA1XSO1DzybF9j_6Ao_4bitz-XqLNB_AgmNeB5TZPO7FKkLtuPNZjxpVbW2vqqQT1xgGIIAMKEEMl13fnJmHrrooJeqk/s200/poembyB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533494406840482754" /></a><br />Looking at the stars<br />I forgot so many scars,<br />To Jupiter and Mars<br />My pain was left so far.<br />The magic of this endless world heals;<br />So many possibilities,<br />Galaxies and infinities,<br />This hurt only stretches across human fields. <br />Never understanding to what insignificance we yield,<br />Living only on what a conditioned mind feels.<br />Neglecting the majesty of a moonlit ocean,<br />Dwelling on selfish, <br />Radical emotions.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-49542059848872067922010-10-27T14:30:00.000-07:002010-10-27T14:41:48.877-07:00DepthWasting in waiting,<br />Wading in wanting,<br />So many wishes,<br />So little wins.<br /><br />Longing in leisure,<br />Lurking in loneliness,<br />So many losses,<br />So little loved.<br /><br />Burning in boredom,<br />Believing in again,<br />So many chances,<br />So little taken.<br /><br />Giving to grief,<br />Going with the ghosts,<br />Gullable to the hopes<br />that I desire most.<br /><br />But tender is the touch<br />of the truth that's been torn,<br />Healing while revealing,<br />my deepest aches and sores.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-75065456896062728182010-10-27T14:27:00.000-07:002010-10-27T14:29:29.456-07:00Excerpt from "Dejection Ode" By:Coleridge<strong> III </strong><br />My genial spirits fail; <br />And what can these avail <br />To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? <br />It were a vain endeavour, <br />Though I should gaze for ever <br />On that green light that lingers in the west: <br />I may not hope from outward forms to win <br />The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-26908873332025223032010-10-11T11:42:00.000-07:002010-10-11T12:00:52.961-07:00I can see the moon,<br />all of it's craters, too.<br />I catch Cassiopeia,<br />eternally in doom.<br />My vision stretches past <br />the last C-E-O,<br />darting through the stars,<br />striking galaxies mimicking ours. <br /><br />Unrestrained, weightless and free,<br />not necessarily what we are trained to be.<br /><br />I look up every night,<br />and occasionally take flights.<br />If you don't hear from me through the Fall,<br />please listen when I crash land and call. <br />No reason to be angry, darling,<br />I'm just enjoying myself.<br /><br />Unrestrained, weightless and free,<br />not necessarily what we are trained to be.<br /><br />Accept me as I come to you,<br />as I openly give me love to you.<br /><br />If some part of it makes you upset,<br />if my trips trigger resentment,<br />then your mind is in imprisonment.<br /><br />Because I'm unrestrained, wild and free,<br />not necessarily what I was trained to be.<br /><br />Your problems with me <br />root past your memory's perspective of me.<br />Past your inflated ego, <br />and past the reality that you know.<br />They stab into your soul and being at heart,<br />revealing instincts and fears hiding in the dark.<br /><br />Because you're not unrestrained, weightless and free,<br />you're a carbon copy of misery.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216651840115042115.post-16822758805746243002010-09-12T14:34:00.000-07:002011-03-10T12:07:02.519-08:00...Inevitably doing what's worse for me,<br />Listening to the voices of other's subconsciously.<br />Misleading my heart.<br />Convinced that these choices are mine,<br />Negligent to how they've been hacked by falsity in the human mind.<br />But writing soothes it all to feel much better,<br />Like I'm in the cold and these words are my sweater.<br /><br />There's no other relief,<br />It's grief without these written briefs.<br />We interrupt your programmed way of thinking for these true messages,<br />they come out your soul to release you of your trespasses. <br />And I hope it doesn't hold them against me:<br />my many pretentious routes of living,<br />the selfish ways that I've been giving. <br />But when I press the keys my words have no brakes,<br />They test the page without delay, <br />without remorse and completely risque. <br /><br />It's the thought of me, leaving me;<br />Manifesting it's own reality.<br />It's what no one sees, speaking loudly.<br />It's a surprise, but it's not a joke,<br />Though many look past it, <br />when life gets choppy they unknowingly use these words to float.<br /><br />My words are my heart,<br />and so are yours.<br />If you don't ever let them leave,<br />you'll never know the love they can acheive.jusB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14741827095181762555noreply@blogger.com0