Oh, you burn so bright
Dark as night
Take your flight
You burn so bright.
Disband yourself
Renew yourself
Trust yourself
To burn bright.
(inspired by Say Anything's "Do Better")
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.--William Shakespeare
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
The Truth
Tears plummet.
Falling faster,
further,
farther,
onto his sweater.
But we were meant to be together,
was the lie that did wind
into his mind.
Four breaths in,
four breaths out.
Then comes a faint whisper,
I loved you first.
He straightens his tie,
and continues on.
Falling faster,
further,
farther,
onto his sweater.
But we were meant to be together,
was the lie that did wind
into his mind.
Four breaths in,
four breaths out.
Then comes a faint whisper,
I loved you first.
He straightens his tie,
and continues on.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Nikorette
I'm just trying to stay a human being Sitting in the sun eating ice cream Texting my friend about a bad, bad dream Just had to tell someone who knows me But I don't got time for this cuckoo clock And I don't want to go to your Mason Lodge There's nothing more sad than a lynching mob Full of rational men who believe in God But nothing makes sense when the wave rolls through Nothing makes sense when the wave come through So it coulda been me or it coulda been you Whatever's in me is whatever's in you My neighbor dreams big because his house is small Says all he needs now is some capital It's a pirate world, it's a free-for-all They steal your bright ideas and they make them dull Now everyone I see I think I've known before From the opera house to the grocery store My love for them, I cannot ignore Like a human voice in a quiet morgue But I don't want to wear no dead man's suit I don't want to wear no dead man's suit I don't want to wait until the moon gets blue I don't want to wait until the moon turns blue Well, it's all just a fix Just one little hit You'll hold it in Sitting on a plane chewing Nicorette Paradise lost, haven't found it yet Will you talk me down if I get upset? Be the cool washcloth to my fevered head 'Cause I don't want to dream if it don't come true I don't want to dream if it don't come true If there's something in me, well, I guess it's in you If there's somewhere in me, then I know it's in you Well, it's all just a fix Just one little hit You're holding in You'll hold it in You're holding in You'll hold it in And I don't want to dream if it won't come true I don't want to dream if it don't come true If there's something in me, then I know it's in you If there's somewhere in me, then I know it's in you If it happens to me, it's going to happen to you Whatever happens to me, it's going to happen to you
--Conor Oberst
Thursday, June 3, 2010
The Riots
I've watched this city burn twice
in my lifetime
and the most notable thing
was the arrival of the
politicians in the
aftermath
proclaiming the wrongs of
the system
and demanding new
policies toward and for the
poor.
nothing was corrected last
time.
nothing will be corrected this
time.
the poor will remain poor.
the unemployed will remain
so.
the homeless will remain
homeless.
and the politicians,
fat upon the land, will live
forever.
--Charles Bukowski
in my lifetime
and the most notable thing
was the arrival of the
politicians in the
aftermath
proclaiming the wrongs of
the system
and demanding new
policies toward and for the
poor.
nothing was corrected last
time.
nothing will be corrected this
time.
the poor will remain poor.
the unemployed will remain
so.
the homeless will remain
homeless.
and the politicians,
fat upon the land, will live
forever.
--Charles Bukowski
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I Did Not Die
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
--Melinda Sue Pacho
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Take the Highway
Loosen your tie.
Relax.
Motivate somebody.
Don't get too comfortable.
Sing.
Out loud.
Laugh.
Out loud.
Dance until you're sweating.
Sweat until you're dancing.
Smile.
It's not the end.
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