Feel Alive!

Choose to be whomever you please; imaginary or real.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Near You Always

Please don't say I love you,
Those words touch me much too deeply.
They make my core tremble.
Don't think you realize the effect you have over me.
And please don't look at me like that,
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
And please don't kiss me so sweet.
It makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow.
And please don't touch me like that.
Makes every other embrace seem pale and' shallow.
And please don't come so close.
It just makes me want to make you near me always.
Please don't bring me flowers,
They only whisper the sweet things you say.
And don't try to understand me,
Your hands already know too much anyways.
Makes me want to make you near me always.
And when you look in my eyes,
Please know my heart is in your hands.
It's nothing that I understand,
But in your arms you have complete power over me.
So be gentle if you please.
'Cause your hands are in my hair,
But my heart is in your teeth babe,
And it makes me want to make you near me always,
Your hands are in my hair,
But my heart is in your teeth babe,
And it makes me want to make you near me always,
Want to be near you always.
Want to be near you always.
Want to be near you always.

- Jewel

Monday, August 14, 2017

Reference

I answer the questions as honestly as I can
Without knowing anything about the beginning, the middle or the end.
There is no point of reference
To begin to comprehend.

Bittersweet



Bittersweet.

Life's current descriptor.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Look!

Look!
Just ... look!

Realize how beautiful it is
How complicated it is
The wonder of creation!

- the Book of Job

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

I am an Ocean

The Ocean -

she is full of tears.

She remains

as she appears.

She appears to be

laughing,

inviting, me

to take part in the dance.

The movement.

Shed a tear

in her,

and I shall laugh

with her.

---

At times it seems the only way out is through tears. Even when you don't know what the tears are associated with, they need to come out. They'll set you free. You will then be able to dance and sing and join in the world's laughter. You will be elevated.

So join her. Join the ocean in tears, tears of pain and laughter and all that is within her.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Musica

Music! Music.

Music fills my heart. Seeing music live fills my heart with gratitude, desire, fulfillment, understanding, empathy, love for the people who make it, who want to be heard, who express themselves to the fullest and show others they can do the same.

I admire the time they've put into their music. There are so many things we can do with our time, and using it in the midst of music, mostly in solitude, is a difficult choice for me (and I wonder if it is for them). So, I appreciate those who put in that time. The effort. The time spent alone. The growth, the sharing of their craft. The retreat so they may come out with a big bang and be the fullest version of themselves. Showcase their amazing gift to the world.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Blood in your Heart

--
I’d like to be a nest if you were a little bird.
I’d like to be a scarf if you were a neck and were cold.
If you were music, I’d be an ear.
If you were water, I’d be a glass.
If you were light, I’d be an eye.
If you were a foot, I’d be a sock.
If you were the sea, I’d be a beach.
And if you were still the sea, I’d be a fish, and I’d swim in you.
And if you were the sea, I’d be salt.
And if I were salt, you’d be lettuce, an avocado or at least a fried egg.
And if you were a fried egg, I’d be a piece of bread.
And if I were a piece of bread, you’d be butter or jam.
If you were jam, I’d be the peach in the jam.
If I were a peach, you’d be a tree.
And if you were a tree, I’d be your sap…
And I’d course through your arms like blood.
And if I were blood, I’d live in your heart.
--
Claudio Bertoni