I held my guitar in my hands
And I played the chords
The heart of my soul awakened
Hope began to pour
Visions of your energy flowed
I felt who you would be
Someone I had to search for
You won't just come to me
Some confluences are made
When eyes touch
Some last for a lifetime
Others not even a second not even that much
But I saw you in that moment
A smile to my soul
I can rest easy
Through love I am whole
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Tracey Chan: leaving words of love
Tracey Chan: leaving words of love: The beast sleeps in the still of the night, while beauty dances upon its dreams. Kendall was the only one to leave me something pretty, w...
Friday, December 9, 2011
Words of Her
Yet I have never seen her face
Present yet gone in her haunting embrace
If there was one act affection in life that I would need
It would be her touch
No other would I need
It would be enough
She only exists within my dreams
For no other on earthly plane could compare
I've tried to find her essence in others
It was futile and my soul knew not to dare
I may need to be reborn to find her
Or be content to find
She may have resided within me since the beginning of forever
We were born two souls entwined
Photos and Art
Lotus drawn from a box of yogi tea :-)
Chakras
Meditation
The sun beginning to set on Carli Bay, California(Pt. Lisas)
Howling at the moon
(I've always loved the moon, seeing it in resplendence from the hills I live)
Bruno Mars has two songs that remind me of my drawing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBxdxc_mpR0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBxdxc_mpR0
Confluence
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The Swallow
He tried to save it but knew he could not. Sitting in the
living room he heard the fearful shriek and near resounding thud of the bird's
body on the gallery floor.
With a start, he rose to his feet looking with a question
in mind, trying to hide what he knew had happened, with a shroud of denial.
Then he saw the swallow on the ground. It was near lifeless, yet breathing
"Yes there still may be a chance!"
The thought of God was in his mind, so with this faith, he gently picked up the bird and set out to do what naturally came to him. To care. For this was the fire which drove his being, his philosophy, his truth.
Quickly, with the bird in both hands, he went to the sink. Turning the tap to a mere trickle, he allowed the water to run slowly, in the hope that the bird would drink to ease its shock of falling out of his nest.
Putting its beak near the outflow, the young man waited within himself to see if the bird would take. Seconds seemed like hours as he held a steady hand and eye. Then with the blink of its eye, the bird finally turned his head and began to sip.
Hope ignited in his heart as the swallow did this. Then when it had drank enough, he took a small basket from his mother's room, placed a pink rag in it and laid the bird there, that it may have rested and recovered.
He placed the basket on the table in front of him and then sat on the couch looking, and observing to see what would happen. But without warning the bird of black and white began to breathe rapidly, quivering each time it exhaled.
The young man now knelt behind the table, holding the basket not wanting to believe what he was seeing. Then a calm came over the room, and with this the bird's breathing slowed. And with each delay of exhale, he could feel an immense void threatening to envelop his heart.
With one last breath , the little bird left it's body in a ray of splendor unseen by the heartbroken boy in his sadness. The basket was placed back on the table and now his hands covered his face trying in vain to hold back the tidal wave of emotion he had held in his being for so long.
But no longer could it be restrained by the chains of his anger or jealousy, which he had built like a great wall around his heart. For now the facade was shattered, and his sorrow echoed silently as his tears soaked his entire world.
So many a time we try to hide in the world, living on our virtues and not realizing our fallibility. Yet we are brought to humility not by a multitude, but in fact by one minute bird, sent in the end to set us free.
The thought of God was in his mind, so with this faith, he gently picked up the bird and set out to do what naturally came to him. To care. For this was the fire which drove his being, his philosophy, his truth.
Quickly, with the bird in both hands, he went to the sink. Turning the tap to a mere trickle, he allowed the water to run slowly, in the hope that the bird would drink to ease its shock of falling out of his nest.
Putting its beak near the outflow, the young man waited within himself to see if the bird would take. Seconds seemed like hours as he held a steady hand and eye. Then with the blink of its eye, the bird finally turned his head and began to sip.
Hope ignited in his heart as the swallow did this. Then when it had drank enough, he took a small basket from his mother's room, placed a pink rag in it and laid the bird there, that it may have rested and recovered.
He placed the basket on the table in front of him and then sat on the couch looking, and observing to see what would happen. But without warning the bird of black and white began to breathe rapidly, quivering each time it exhaled.
The young man now knelt behind the table, holding the basket not wanting to believe what he was seeing. Then a calm came over the room, and with this the bird's breathing slowed. And with each delay of exhale, he could feel an immense void threatening to envelop his heart.
With one last breath , the little bird left it's body in a ray of splendor unseen by the heartbroken boy in his sadness. The basket was placed back on the table and now his hands covered his face trying in vain to hold back the tidal wave of emotion he had held in his being for so long.
But no longer could it be restrained by the chains of his anger or jealousy, which he had built like a great wall around his heart. For now the facade was shattered, and his sorrow echoed silently as his tears soaked his entire world.
So many a time we try to hide in the world, living on our virtues and not realizing our fallibility. Yet we are brought to humility not by a multitude, but in fact by one minute bird, sent in the end to set us free.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I Dive, I Dive
There seems to be no right or wrong
My brain is like the muddled water in a disturbed pond
I seek a closure
From this exposure
Some form of understanding
From this doubt demanding
While my heart stays numb
And my soul in tears
I put so much hope into us
and the bliss dissipates to ashes and dust
Maybe I thought you could understand me
And teach me what it means to love
Maybe I hoped that you could forgive me
and help me to leave my past behind and rise above
I fought so much of my confusion for so long
To keep my heart unaffected and remain
But words cut like a blade
With my memory stained
I became defeated by you
Feeling imperfect, unforgiven and worthless
how could I hope to stay
how could I hope to stay
But I'm still here
Drenched in the memory of you
Soaked to the bone
My heart and my soul yearn for you
I have made you all I know
My thoughts of you are all I know
I have no comfort in anything
No solace to find
I'm spiralling and losing myself
Why did this go wrong?
Why am I wrong?
Why am I alive?
Defeated
I dive
I dive
I hope one day you can understand
I hope I can live and survive
Dive, Defeated, Die?
or
Live, Love, Endure, Survive.....
My brain is like the muddled water in a disturbed pond
I seek a closure
From this exposure
Some form of understanding
From this doubt demanding
While my heart stays numb
And my soul in tears
I put so much hope into us
and the bliss dissipates to ashes and dust
Maybe I thought you could understand me
And teach me what it means to love
Maybe I hoped that you could forgive me
and help me to leave my past behind and rise above
I fought so much of my confusion for so long
To keep my heart unaffected and remain
But words cut like a blade
With my memory stained
I became defeated by you
Feeling imperfect, unforgiven and worthless
how could I hope to stay
how could I hope to stay
But I'm still here
Drenched in the memory of you
Soaked to the bone
My heart and my soul yearn for you
I have made you all I know
My thoughts of you are all I know
I have no comfort in anything
No solace to find
I'm spiralling and losing myself
Why did this go wrong?
Why am I wrong?
Why am I alive?
Defeated
I dive
I dive
I hope one day you can understand
I hope I can live and survive
Dive, Defeated, Die?
or
Live, Love, Endure, Survive.....
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
only so much
There is only so much that the heart and soul can go on bleeding
There is only so much that the body can go on needing
The mind then overcomes desire and the memory of rapture fades
A lover no longer loving, forces the other to fall away
Logic spiraling downwards
Karmic reactions pervade
The pebble into the pond of life
It’s ripples are tidal waves you can’t escape
The depths of ourselves have been shaken
And neither of us could comprehend
How could we do this to each other
Our truths were not our friends
There’s a chasm created
And a hole in our souls survives
Could god bless us with understanding?
Could we one day become wise?
The confusion of it all has hurt us
We did not mean for each other to feel this pain
But being true to ourselves is important
That’s why I could no longer bleed and remain
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