i'm suddenly finding myself better at math:
liquor + girls < clothing = panties, bitches
(not to mention that a cosine error is going to get me out of a speeding ticket, if i play my cards right. in your face kim prott.)
Wednesday
Friday
Sunday
tiny circles in the dust
tiny circles in the dust
people can be so curious sometimes. for the most part, their lives are circular; revloving around a central theme, always returning to the same initial place. it can't really be helped, i suppose. i guess it't just as well.
i am hoping my life will some day cease to resemble that oh-so-regular circle and perhaps digress from the prescribed path. some day. i would like to own my own little studio and take photographs of strangers in passionate moments.
of course, i am not the first individual who have had this wish (there is no world shortage of photographers), i would just like to know what it would be like to capture a moment for all to see. there's just something about bodies frozen in perfect motion. pictures are honest. there is nothing that can be hiden in a photograph. it is not pretentious nor does it need to be interpreted by some haughty art collector. a photo lays all the cards out on the table and just is. why can't people be like that?
who am i to say that they aren't? surely i, too, am just another cirlce being traced into the dust. eventually, i'll be gone and forgotten, so i'm not any better than anybody else on the whole damned planet.
there is, however, one particular individual who seems to know exactly what to do. he's one of those people who isn't just going to settle for a circle. no sir, he's making himself a little sphere, well-rounded and three-dimensional. some day, hils little sphere is going to take off and float up into the sky, right where everyone can see it.
the funny thing about him is that i'm not certian if he's quite aware of what is happening to him. how, then, could i know? truth be told, it's much easier to see the big picture when you aren't painting the damned thing.
it also happens that i have loved this man. that being the case, it would be easy to assume that i have a slightly biased opinion, but i am certian that anyone who knows him would say the same thing, that he's exceptionally bright.
now, when i say he's bright, i don't mean your run-of-the-mill scholar. rather, i should have said that he is wise. he's seen a lot of things and i'm sure he takes all of it in. he only speaks when he's got something to say, rather than trying to fill the silence with the sound of his own voice. people like that are truly rare in times like these.
this fellow is also sensitive and sincere. whenever i look into his eyes, i see hurt and wonder and innocence all at once. his eyes are a shade of calm that could burst with sorrow at any moment...funny how the very wise seem also to be very sad.
not only are those eyes insightful, they are an integral part of his handsome face and physical appeal. i've watched him grow from an awkward boy into a handsome man. still, that man's soul is as beautiful as when he was a wistful boy dreaming that he, too, would have someone to love and a purpose to serve.
though he may still be searching, i have no doubt that some day those hidden gifts will surface for all to see. that uncanny grace will lead him and his little sphere of integrity will shine as bright as the moon. all that will come in due time, i suppose. life's funny that way.
we regular people look on, taking note of those rare individuals who will leave a trail of greatness behind for then next gifted soul, until it comes time for that one to shine. it's all a big circle really. not everyone can be spectacular, but it's always reassuring to know that somewhere out there, a balloon is being loosed into the sky, and it will tumble upward to the heavens, maybe even putting in a good word for the rest of us who are just drawing tiny circles in the dust.
people can be so curious sometimes. for the most part, their lives are circular; revloving around a central theme, always returning to the same initial place. it can't really be helped, i suppose. i guess it't just as well.
i am hoping my life will some day cease to resemble that oh-so-regular circle and perhaps digress from the prescribed path. some day. i would like to own my own little studio and take photographs of strangers in passionate moments.
of course, i am not the first individual who have had this wish (there is no world shortage of photographers), i would just like to know what it would be like to capture a moment for all to see. there's just something about bodies frozen in perfect motion. pictures are honest. there is nothing that can be hiden in a photograph. it is not pretentious nor does it need to be interpreted by some haughty art collector. a photo lays all the cards out on the table and just is. why can't people be like that?
who am i to say that they aren't? surely i, too, am just another cirlce being traced into the dust. eventually, i'll be gone and forgotten, so i'm not any better than anybody else on the whole damned planet.
there is, however, one particular individual who seems to know exactly what to do. he's one of those people who isn't just going to settle for a circle. no sir, he's making himself a little sphere, well-rounded and three-dimensional. some day, hils little sphere is going to take off and float up into the sky, right where everyone can see it.
the funny thing about him is that i'm not certian if he's quite aware of what is happening to him. how, then, could i know? truth be told, it's much easier to see the big picture when you aren't painting the damned thing.
it also happens that i have loved this man. that being the case, it would be easy to assume that i have a slightly biased opinion, but i am certian that anyone who knows him would say the same thing, that he's exceptionally bright.
now, when i say he's bright, i don't mean your run-of-the-mill scholar. rather, i should have said that he is wise. he's seen a lot of things and i'm sure he takes all of it in. he only speaks when he's got something to say, rather than trying to fill the silence with the sound of his own voice. people like that are truly rare in times like these.
this fellow is also sensitive and sincere. whenever i look into his eyes, i see hurt and wonder and innocence all at once. his eyes are a shade of calm that could burst with sorrow at any moment...funny how the very wise seem also to be very sad.
not only are those eyes insightful, they are an integral part of his handsome face and physical appeal. i've watched him grow from an awkward boy into a handsome man. still, that man's soul is as beautiful as when he was a wistful boy dreaming that he, too, would have someone to love and a purpose to serve.
though he may still be searching, i have no doubt that some day those hidden gifts will surface for all to see. that uncanny grace will lead him and his little sphere of integrity will shine as bright as the moon. all that will come in due time, i suppose. life's funny that way.
we regular people look on, taking note of those rare individuals who will leave a trail of greatness behind for then next gifted soul, until it comes time for that one to shine. it's all a big circle really. not everyone can be spectacular, but it's always reassuring to know that somewhere out there, a balloon is being loosed into the sky, and it will tumble upward to the heavens, maybe even putting in a good word for the rest of us who are just drawing tiny circles in the dust.
Saturday
for some reason, after riding a bike with a flat tire, i was thrown violently back into the world. for a fleeting while, my life will not specifically revolve around me. i am inspired to create and to see and touch everything as if for the first time. i owe jeff a letter. i should get on that immediately. also on scholarships for my new school, which is very exciting. and of course, i am excited with the prospect of school, but there are other factors to consider.
( love is turning my world inside out, there isn't anything i wouldn't do, including drive 3 hours to see you for half an hour )
the funny thing is, i always thought it would be more intense when it actually hit me, but this one sort of snuck up on me. i don't know, i love it. i love him. everything is so different.
i would, in fact, recommend love.
( love is turning my world inside out, there isn't anything i wouldn't do, including drive 3 hours to see you for half an hour )
the funny thing is, i always thought it would be more intense when it actually hit me, but this one sort of snuck up on me. i don't know, i love it. i love him. everything is so different.
i would, in fact, recommend love.
Thursday
Tuesday
everything is poetic i am waitin and my lines are blurring together i cannot get it together to pull it in and make sense of the whole thing that is my life i am in love for the first time to a boy who has a soul i can feel when he isn't even there.
and of course all i want to do is be in his arms and be free but i cannot even think ofanything else because i cannot get enough of his love like fire or oxygen love you are amazing.
you should all be jealous.
and of course all i want to do is be in his arms and be free but i cannot even think ofanything else because i cannot get enough of his love like fire or oxygen love you are amazing.
you should all be jealous.
Monday
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Golden Slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby.
Boy you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time.
Boy you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time.
I never give you my pillow
I only send you my invitations and in the
middle of the celebrations I break down
Boy you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time...
Oh Yeah alright
are you gonna be in my dreams
tonight.
And in the end the love you take
is equal to the love you make
Ah.
- also, i love you very much.
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Golden Slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby.
Boy you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time.
Boy you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time.
I never give you my pillow
I only send you my invitations and in the
middle of the celebrations I break down
Boy you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time...
Oh Yeah alright
are you gonna be in my dreams
tonight.
And in the end the love you take
is equal to the love you make
Ah.
- also, i love you very much.
Tuesday
observations:
the fog smells of watermelon
i am writing little zen haiku
walking along in the tall grass
there are many sounds
like the one of the fog rolling in
as slow as molasses
and i am wanting to swallow
thins moment and
dance in the sticky night
it will be time to sleep
outdoors soon
where the air floods our lungs
and we see clearly
because the cold fresh oxygen
(that we are missing)
is the only drug you could ever want
the fog smells of watermelon
i am writing little zen haiku
walking along in the tall grass
there are many sounds
like the one of the fog rolling in
as slow as molasses
and i am wanting to swallow
thins moment and
dance in the sticky night
it will be time to sleep
outdoors soon
where the air floods our lungs
and we see clearly
because the cold fresh oxygen
(that we are missing)
is the only drug you could ever want
Monday
it's all drawing to a close. attitudes are shifting into lighter shades of compassion. we all know that once this is over, it is unlikely we'll ever see one another again. things have grown quiet. hands are pressed gingerly to sides and we pass without words. there are awkward little smiles that we wish we could express what we really mean.
i wonder if we mean anything?
i think this is a way for us to bow out gracefully, instead of like ten thousand firecrackers in the dark of night. granted, the sparks might be beautiful, but i think the way for these years to conclude should be silent and sincere. that's the way it's been, so it's only natural.
i wonder if we mean anything?
i think this is a way for us to bow out gracefully, instead of like ten thousand firecrackers in the dark of night. granted, the sparks might be beautiful, but i think the way for these years to conclude should be silent and sincere. that's the way it's been, so it's only natural.
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