Monday, January 21, 2013

you took our knobs.

Came were moths and owls of the nights sky,
in colored light the cage bird cried.
Her heart was tired of ignoring the fact,
mine, yours... our house cards ...crash... (high pitch) flat.
Shelled lips of an amber lash,
i'll take one and a whiskey,
Russian red to be exact.
Gypsy tears in crystal blue demise,
I'll lick them like tushy
whats that thought that crossed your mind.
I need you now, how was i supposed to know
because i need you now, it was never our emote.
New age, new religion.
Fuck your mother, you dirty as pigeons.
I fiend your smoke, my breath the ignition,
holy as your ramet,
my tongue on you with precision.
Im done god damnit.
Green dewy red eyes,
I'm here to rest,
 in your informed contaminated life.
You lost yourself,
im better off solo flight.
Bounty night,
Bounty hunter, mother fucking shank your pride,
you know im right, machete life.
your bets are off,
hear my tone,
get used to it...
it's that last thing you'll ever know.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Upon entering the year 2013...

to be honest a sigh of relief has come with the new year. i feel as though i've come into a shell of my being, who i am supposed to be, how i desire the future to become, and where and why i want to stand on my feet in a time of place and existence. wherever it is i am going i see myself happy. whatever and with whomever that road includes i am open and ready.

"Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire; you will what you imagine; and at last you create what you will. (George Bernard Shaw) "

Jesus said, “When you make the two one, and when you make the inside like the outside and the outside like the inside, and the above like the below, and when you make the male and the female one and the same…then you will enter the Kingdom of God. (Gospel of Thomas)

All the things that truly matter, beauty, love, creativity, joy and inner peace arise from beyond the mind. (Eckhart Tolle)
lots of new things to cure ails... skin regiments... things to enlighten for the mind, body, and soul. sweat at least once a day and always wipe towards the heart!
-jewelery, crystal, and astrology classes
-to send prints into spoonflower
-participate in more group meditations and yoga
-find a place to call my own
-enjoy doing the things you love... painting, cooking, gardening, laughing
-travel far, travel each day, travel highway, travel astral
-blog makeover
-craft lots, make things go big, paint, knit, create
-get my camera fixed
-love more
-love myself
-love my family
-love you
-love the universe
-maybe if i get lucky, fall into a dashing fellas arms instead of the cement for once

Saturday, December 8, 2012

page 22

i have given you all and now i am nothing.
i'm trying to come to your point but i refuse to give up my obsession.
i sit in my house for days and stare at roses in my closet.
i have mystical visions, cosmic vibrations.
im obsessed by time magazine, it tells me about responsibility.
everybody is serious but me...
it occurs to  me i am america.
thank you ginsburg.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

ready for empty spaces and the end of the world.

prescribed for the faith of idealism.
left in the shadows of an artist's heart.
where no good may come but the weight of a brush and the corruption of a soul.
i am but a memory.
i sit not in the room where good tidings may come,
but in a room silenced with the company of a ticking clock and running fridge.
where do we get out?
a memory none the less.
i see, hear, feel you.
the day at the beach skips my mind back and forth between the walls of my head,
like stones skipping through an ocean's wave without an end,
stuck like the sand between the sheets that this book will forever be read.
it'd be selfish to think this is about you.
so here it goes again, one page, to the next, i count 16 dead.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Catherine Baba

If I were to describe that one being that I closely looked up to and  retained most of my fashion influences from... it would be that of aussie gone french woman, Catherine Baba. In sky high heels, she is notorious for arriving to all of the Paris shows on nothing other than her bicycle. She is easily the classiest woman in all of Europe.

I seriously can't get enough.