Tuesday, June 16, 2009



From Music Because It's the Only Thing Filtering my Mind Through my Fingertips

Come What May
At Last
my love has come
As We Came
love is a madness
love is a sadness
What Are We?
in love
hands travel on the
Southbound Train
Going To A Town
making my own way out
until we reach

What if and What Not?

What if the clocks ran dry
What if the time stood by
What if the love was bared
What if the sky was shared
What if the hell was gone
What if the heart was bone
What if the gods above were alone?

***I imagine it would be a very bleak existence.

I've Learned

What have I learned? I've learned that I have inner strength that doesn't rely on anything. I've learned that you have to keep your head above the water as you let yourself get swept away by the current to a new land. I've learned that things that hurt you hurt. Scarred skin is tough. Healed skin is beautiful and an undetected part of myself. I've learned that incomplete resistance isn't failure; it's human and it's progress. It's Working On It. I've learned that emotions can be a fog that keeps you from seeing the way things are far away, but make you focus on what you are right now, right here. I've learned that it's hard to see over the mountains to the lush fields when you're crying a river in the lowest point of a valley. I've learned that once that river is all cried out, it will float you away and set you free with all the world and your life before your toes. I've learned that love begins, then Is, then wails, then Goes On. I've learned that self is ever-changing and never-ending. Forms run together and make the next, each former influencing the way it will happen to be next. I've learned much.
I can feel it. It's going to be One of Those Summers to follow the vibrant spring of my soul. We grew together and now we thrive apart, carrying the seeds we sowed, watered by outside forces. I loved you and now I Love.
People are perpetual saplings with the spirits of a great Oak.

I heart my frank pyschiatrist

Me: Well, I had a boyfriend for a few months, but he decided he must go on a spiritual journey that God was calling him to devote his heart fully to.
(long pause as Dr. L stares with an amused expression)
Me: Yeah, stay away from the poetic types.
Dr. L: Or the fruitloops.