For some of us it is how we say...
For some of us it is how we see...
For some it is even how we hear...
But the one thing we all have in common, sometimes sadly, sometimes joyfully, sometimes even with cool determination, there is a private, unattended, pent up and frustrated world....
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#1: “I LOVE Miami Vice!!”
#2: “Yeah, babe. What are the fish doing, man?”
#3: “you two are so lame when you get stoned. I’m never gonna get laid.”
Source: danceonthelawn
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![tanta-stultitia:
i am an extremely simple girl:[woman] who has the world at her fingertips in a time so completely unexpected… my bed has ached for the Truth that has been provided to me through Divine grace & wisdom gained at:[through] hands of a heart hardened for reasons unknown & known… life becomes a series of still frames embedded in the coils of my skin ready to grab me by the shoulders causing me to be jerked forward in realization that i have been given treasures on earth, sometimes hidden, and i have to dig deep, deeper still… yes, these black & white pictures have & still do cause pain, but they are mine to gain knowledge from - it is about choice… i choose to be cautiously optimistic in my travels with another’s heart… we will be traveling white waters & placid lakes, ocean waves on which we may curl our tongues because of too much salt ingested… this is all okay… it is okay… i have two hands in which to shepherd & a heart apparently not quite as broken or disastrous as i once thought… i am breathing still… understanding it is a gift even when i decide to hold it & turn blue for a while… i have sunflowers who then come by to weed my plaid garden… they are my sunshine & rain… without these bright eyes surrounding my soul, i would have perished so, so long ago… those little & big hands tend my anticoagulated soils, bring life waters - and i weep in humility because He trusted me with these seeds, and they have grown so miraculously… i am in awe of their majesty… amazed… but you see, my rundown castle has room for a knight, oh so rusted in color… we may be imperfect, jaded, and lost in notions of dreams come true… but, the world is round & we haven’t fallen over the edge just yet… so i’m waiting patiently for you to arrive from that distant space of i’m still breathing too… blankets are made for many reasons… as time carries forward, we can hide as needed… find warmth in folds of still beating hearts… become disengaged from life’s chaos only to create our own temple of carnage & lust in sheets of true & once unfathomable love… we may use them to dry our tears when loss or life takes its toll… we have many miles left to travel… difficult, tumultuous, serene, filthy, & speechless endeavors to embark upon… there are no final answers, only questions in the making… we can share our pillows even when fighting ~ knowing that at the end of every crazy sun- & rain-filled day we will return to our discombobulated broken & beautifully made fort together… [me]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljxs6vq1x91qeegk7o1_500.jpg)
i am an extremely simple girl:[woman] who has the world at her fingertips in a time so completely unexpected… my bed has ached for the Truth that has been provided to me through Divine grace & wisdom gained at:[through] hands of a heart hardened for reasons unknown & known… life becomes a series of still frames embedded in the coils of my skin ready to grab me by the shoulders causing me to be jerked forward in realization that i have been given treasures on earth, sometimes hidden, and i have to dig deep, deeper still… yes, these black & white pictures have & still do cause pain, but they are mine to gain knowledge from - it is about choice… i choose to be cautiously optimistic in my travels with another’s heart… we will be traveling white waters & placid lakes, ocean waves on which we may curl our tongues because of too much salt ingested… this is all okay… it is okay… i have two hands in which to shepherd & a heart apparently not quite as broken or disastrous as i once thought… i am breathing still… understanding it is a gift even when i decide to hold it & turn blue for a while… i have sunflowers who then come by to weed my plaid garden… they are my sunshine & rain… without these bright eyes surrounding my soul, i would have perished so, so long ago… those little & big hands tend my anticoagulated soils, bring life waters - and i weep in humility because He trusted me with these seeds, and they have grown so miraculously… i am in awe of their majesty… amazed… but you see, my rundown castle has room for a knight, oh so rusted in color… we may be imperfect, jaded, and lost in notions of dreams come true… but, the world is round & we haven’t fallen over the edge just yet… so i’m waiting patiently for you to arrive from that distant space of i’m still breathing too… blankets are made for many reasons… as time carries forward, we can hide as needed… find warmth in folds of still beating hearts… become disengaged from life’s chaos only to create our own temple of carnage & lust in sheets of true & once unfathomable love… we may use them to dry our tears when loss or life takes its toll… we have many miles left to travel… difficult, tumultuous, serene, filthy, & speechless endeavors to embark upon… there are no final answers, only questions in the making… we can share our pillows even when fighting ~ knowing that at the end of every crazy sun- & rain-filled day we will return to our discombobulated broken & beautifully made fort together… [me]
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![tanta-stultitia:
who knew dark chocolate had a sound… sugar liquor whispering in my ear, grrrr… i believe my knees may have become weak… cocoa smooth moves speak of past lessons learned, hard-won terms now appreciated in whipped buttercream twists {yeah, that’s me}… not quite the type of icing expected… unexpectedly processed in quests to find raspberry dreams… odd things occur when robin’s breast turns a duller shade of red:[i became pink in laughter]… treats, when handled at room temperature, sometimes causes wishes to come true… it seems, if our ingredients combine:[blend] well, we may find some sprinkles for just the right spots within the swerves of a one-of-a-kind dessert… [me]
(via cups-cakes-cupcakes)](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6qu59vLue1qak72vo1_500.jpg)
who knew dark chocolate had a sound… sugar liquor whispering in my ear, grrrr… i believe my knees may have become weak… cocoa smooth moves speak of past lessons learned, hard-won terms now appreciated in whipped buttercream twists {yeah, that’s me}… not quite the type of icing expected… unexpectedly processed in quests to find raspberry dreams… odd things occur when robin’s breast turns a duller shade of red:[i became pink in laughter]… treats, when handled at room temperature, sometimes causes wishes to come true… it seems, if our ingredients combine:[blend] well, we may find some sprinkles for just the right spots within the swerves of a one-of-a-kind dessert… [me]
(via cups-cakes-cupcakes)
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![de-mortuis-aut-bene-aut-nihil:
my entire life i have always jumped into everything head first… yes, i thought things over for a while, but gut instinct usually wins… weird thing is, i really do over-think and analyze everything - not just once, but millions of times… especially now, because all things about me have changed… because when you are told for so many years that what you are thinking, believing, & feeling is wrong you oddly enough begin to doubt your own senses… so, i sit here by the water’s wayside only dangling my toes… i am caught in choices that i am begging to know the answers for… prayers float on a calm surface - lingering… it seems they will not travel away from me to be answered or unanswered… soon the waters will muddy, and that is when i will jump in - head first… guess what, i’ll probably be wrong again in my decision-making, and then feel the break in my neck… this is because i am no longer sure where my heart lies… i feel its faint beat now and then… i am ultimately shocked when a sensation flows through my body because all it has known for the past year is a constant drone of numb… i received a touch not that long ago (it was close & distant), it gave to me the gift of butterflies… i do not know where they all flutter now for surely they no longer reside within this open wound… i am wrapped between two ages: one of wisdom held in the hands of a man who has lived a life with experiences to fill pages; the other wise without all those years, but he knows my soul inside and out… i have no secrets with my third He - and it is now to Him i go in search of answers to all these questions that cause me to weep… to sense something other than numb and dumbfounded… i am ashamed at my indiscretions watching ripples move away from me… i understand more than anyone my own un:[worthiness] to be loved… and the final prayer i guess is that somehow when i do jump in… i pray that i won’t decide to just sink to the bottom… [me]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljg35kCzom1qzccj5o1_500.jpg)
de-mortuis-aut-bene-aut-nihil:
my entire life i have always jumped into everything head first… yes, i thought things over for a while, but gut instinct usually wins… weird thing is, i really do over-think and analyze everything - not just once, but millions of times… especially now, because all things about me have changed… because when you are told for so many years that what you are thinking, believing, & feeling is wrong you oddly enough begin to doubt your own senses… so, i sit here by the water’s wayside only dangling my toes… i am caught in choices that i am begging to know the answers for… prayers float on a calm surface - lingering… it seems they will not travel away from me to be answered or unanswered… soon the waters will muddy, and that is when i will jump in - head first… guess what, i’ll probably be wrong again in my decision-making, and then feel the break in my neck… this is because i am no longer sure where my heart lies… i feel its faint beat now and then… i am ultimately shocked when a sensation flows through my body because all it has known for the past year is a constant drone of numb… i received a touch not that long ago (it was close & distant), it gave to me the gift of butterflies… i do not know where they all flutter now for surely they no longer reside within this open wound… i am wrapped between two ages: one of wisdom held in the hands of a man who has lived a life with experiences to fill pages; the other wise without all those years, but he knows my soul inside and out… i have no secrets with my third He - and it is now to Him i go in search of answers to all these questions that cause me to weep… to sense something other than numb and dumbfounded… i am ashamed at my indiscretions watching ripples move away from me… i understand more than anyone my own un:[worthiness] to be loved… and the final prayer i guess is that somehow when i do jump in… i pray that i won’t decide to just sink to the bottom… [me]
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turris fortis mihi Deus: lemon drop… →
lemon drop recipe
1/2 oz vodka
1/2 oz lemon juice
1 sugar cube~~~~~~~
once upon a time, he drank of me sour & sweet
brought out to the corner bar our exotic recipe
twisting my rind with his teeth, pilthy juice set free
i would not be used as a garnish this…
Chris: Welcome to the club, THIS is what we do here….
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A Letdown Squid: The Ghosts of Takahiro Okyo (intro) →
I realized it’s been a long while since I’ve posted actual writing on this blog. I apologize. So, I thought I’d share part of a work in progress, the opening lines of a short story I’ll be finishing up this week about Japanese forest workers.
Daisuke would find them in varying levels of…
Don, welcome to the club! Read the intro, and the first post to get the guidelines…if you’re interested, of course. ;-D Thx, C
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The Devil loaded up his El Camino
with knick-knacks and other worthless shit
and hit the open road.
“Congratulations everyone, we lost the war on drugs!”
Awww hell, we lost a lotta things.
That’s life ya know, an endless process of losing.
Once you come to grips with this reality
(and really - the sooner the better)
Only then can join the party of human-fucking-beings.
Because it’s all a losing proposition.
“But be of good cheer and rejoice,” cry the cocktail waitresses.
It’s house money, always has been
If you can’t recognize that
well I’ve got no advice other than “Good luck!”
Life’s not about hoarding or winning
it’s about gambling on something that you give a fuck about.
And if you don’t give a fuck about nothing…
it may be time to have another drink and rethink things.
You probably don’t give a fuck because your afraid.
Afraid to fail or some dumb notion.
Afraid to reach out with your heart
because you’ll git slapped down to the cold ground
quicker than a epileptic clown on roller skates.
Don’t take yerself so serious kid
reach out with your heart and feel the burn
feel the frustration and failure
feel your heart being cooked
a delicious feast
for the beasts of delusion
Invite em all in!
Have a grand party
and watch those sad fucks high tail it outta there.
You’ve taken away their power
and now they’ll have to go elsewhere.
Welcome to the party….THAT’s what I call ‘heart’!
Source: hookersorcake
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Rice paper dreams
floating airily
in a carefully deconstructed sky
The hope of mimosa-scented memories
loftily seeking & finding
Such incendiary moments
enchanting me
flickering firefly bright
as I dance amidst the dandelions’ sighs
Feeling the freedom
in the kiss of your eyes
as their gaze colors me
in sublime phosphorescence…
Magically, I’m transformed
reborn in a love that even
Eden has never known.
Within it, I shimmer in the mist
like a deity’s evanescence.
Wood nymphs plait my hair daintily
with golden threads of desire spun
Murmurous breezes eagerly whispering
their honeysuckled truths
while the last clasps of my being are undone.
Then the grass beckons to me
and I lie here in a circle of green
caressed by the heathery glades of the future
as its silken embrace shows me
all that will be and has been.
Basking in the yes of your lips
it seems that nature has become
an eternal choir existing only
to sing psalms of us.
In the bold nakedness
of my unabashed worship of you
I feel no disgrace…
For the sun has only your face
~ CC Says aka Lori Gomez
That’s beautiful, and intensely moving, Lori! Welcome to the club. Chris :-)
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