"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death."
circa 1932
Monday, April 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
2.5.08
there is something so lovely about this rainy day, the bright pink of the cherry blossoms amongst the bare trees and gray skies
Monday, February 2, 2009
mouse
the air was sweet that night as i followed you home
trying to keep the pace i followed silently
holding hands but barely touching i let you lead me
to the place where you hide your secrets and all that
you really are when you stop the universe for a moment
and make paper airplanes that can actually take us
somewhere far enough to only hear nothing and keep
the tiny bits that still mean something because we get
so tangled and sometimes we just want to wake up
in the same exact place where we started
trying to keep the pace i followed silently
holding hands but barely touching i let you lead me
to the place where you hide your secrets and all that
you really are when you stop the universe for a moment
and make paper airplanes that can actually take us
somewhere far enough to only hear nothing and keep
the tiny bits that still mean something because we get
so tangled and sometimes we just want to wake up
in the same exact place where we started
Monday, January 19, 2009
san francisco
the sun won the tug of war today
deep blue is the celebration that adorns
the clearest of all skies
one of those days so beautiful
that i am forced to just take it all in
and let the fog lift away from me
the bay shines with the brilliance of
one million kaleidoscopes and
the sailboats balance expertly
on the tiniest of waves, they
sway so gently and i sort of feel
that little dance inside of me
as i sit, warm and calm
and the rays soak me i
observe a group of school girls
excitedly grasping their cameras
in awe of the perfection of this place
my home, my city
as i sit and i soak
lucky, lucky
my pockets are empty
and i doubt everything
but in this moment
lucky
deep blue is the celebration that adorns
the clearest of all skies
one of those days so beautiful
that i am forced to just take it all in
and let the fog lift away from me
the bay shines with the brilliance of
one million kaleidoscopes and
the sailboats balance expertly
on the tiniest of waves, they
sway so gently and i sort of feel
that little dance inside of me
as i sit, warm and calm
and the rays soak me i
observe a group of school girls
excitedly grasping their cameras
in awe of the perfection of this place
my home, my city
as i sit and i soak
lucky, lucky
my pockets are empty
and i doubt everything
but in this moment
lucky
Saturday, January 17, 2009
two buck chuck
what a dirty soul
that pathetic old man
always so full of
all those things
that leave us empty-
gasping for air
we rub at the
smudges, so
many blind eyes
they turn away
but his words,
his desolation
tug at the
core (he made it
so familiar)
amidst the grime
and all the sin
he moved us
we felt him
that pathetic old man
always so full of
all those things
that leave us empty-
gasping for air
we rub at the
smudges, so
many blind eyes
they turn away
but his words,
his desolation
tug at the
core (he made it
so familiar)
amidst the grime
and all the sin
he moved us
we felt him
Friday, January 9, 2009
"sullen girl"
who said that you cannot be
at once the elephant and also
the mouse?
the biggest and the most small
quite impossibly i find myself
here and almost a little bit
over there
all complete; but also cavernous
like a sigh, a doubt
the wall that fell
at once the elephant and also
the mouse?
the biggest and the most small
quite impossibly i find myself
here and almost a little bit
over there
all complete; but also cavernous
like a sigh, a doubt
the wall that fell
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