A World In Need Of Expression

whiteysplace: #1: “I LOVE Miami Vice!!” #2: “Yeah, babe. What...

whiteysplace — Sat, 10 Mar 2012 09:17:57 -0800

#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.”

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whiteysplace — Wed, 18 May 2011 07:47:56 -0700

tanta-stultitia: i am an extremely simple girl:[woman] who has...

whiteysplace — Sat, 23 Apr 2011 08:36:10 -0700

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]

tanta-stultitia: who knew dark chocolate had a sound… sugar...

whiteysplace — Sun, 17 Apr 2011 21:47:09 -0700

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)

de-mortuis-aut-bene-aut-nihil: my entire life i have always...

whiteysplace — Sun, 10 Apr 2011 10:09:47 -0700

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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whiteysplace — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 20:51:32 -0700

turris fortis mihi Deus: lemon drop…

whiteysplace — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 21:27:22 -0700

turris fortis mihi Deus: lemon drop…:

turrisfortismihideus:

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….

A Letdown Squid: The Ghosts of Takahiro Okyo (intro)

whiteysplace — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 13:59:51 -0800

A Letdown Squid: The Ghosts of Takahiro Okyo (intro):

aletdownsquid:

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

hookersorcake: The Devil loaded up his El Caminowith...

whiteysplace — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 19:04:03 -0800

hookersorcake:

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’!

Rice paper dreamsfloating airilyin a carefully deconstructed...

whiteysplace — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 01:04:53 -0800

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 :-)

Marigold and Muse: STILL I RISE

whiteysplace — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 14:10:54 -0800

Marigold and Muse: STILL I RISE:

marigoldandmuse:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With…

Damnit, girl!

Awkward Offerings: The streets are covered in ice. . .

whiteysplace — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 16:44:08 -0800

Awkward Offerings: The streets are covered in ice. . .:

dudedrops:

My boss decided that I shouldn’t come in to work today and all of this has left me feeling a little isolated. Isolated could be an understatement. I’m starting to feel like good ol’ Jack Torrance at the Overlook Hotel. I’m minutes away from having a conversation with an imaginary bartender named…

Welcome to the club of awesome talent, Little One!

Oh look! A blog! Sweet!: All On The Table

whiteysplace — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 19:33:36 -0800

Oh look! A blog! Sweet!: All On The Table:

verandahmaureen:

So, I don’t know about YOU guys, but sometimes— actually, most times, I read/listen/look at creative works and always wonder about the process, the inspirations and so forth. Personally, I work with drafts. I like to come up with ideas, jot them down (well, type them down) possibly come back to…

Artemis Dreaming: Cat’s Dream How neatly a cat sleeps,sleeps with its paws and its...

whiteysplace — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 22:23:10 -0800

Artemis Dreaming: Cat’s Dream How neatly a cat sleeps,sleeps with its paws and its...:

artemisdreaming:

Cat’s Dream

How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings—
a series of burnt circles—
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all…

"Gods suppressed become devils, and often it is these devils whom we first encounter when we turn..."

whiteysplace — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 17:03:18 -0800

“Gods suppressed become devils, and often it is these devils whom we first encounter when we turn inward.”

- Joseph Campbell (via leda-swanson)

artemisdreaming: thepaintedveil:thefindesiecle:[via...

whiteysplace — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 16:50:36 -0800

artemisdreaming:

thepaintedveil:thefindesiecle:[via stereorabbit]

‘And you shall be loved by my lovers, courted by my courtiers. You shall be the queen of all men that have green eyes, whose necks also I have clasped in my nocturnal caresses; of those who love the sea, the sea that is immense, tumultuous and green, the formless and multform streams, the place where they are not, the woman whom they do not know, sinister flowers that resemble the censers of a strange religion, perfumes that confound the will; and the savage and voluptuous animals which are the emblems of their dementia.’

Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal.

I….just….grrrr!

Marigold and Muse: SHELVED

whiteysplace — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 10:03:05 -0800

Marigold and Muse: SHELVED:

marigoldandmuse:

My mother’s body is in the closet.

Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night with this thought running through my mind. Sometimes, I’ll go down to the closet and take out the can that holds her ashes. It is informal and small. It is just a can. No matter how I or she ever felt about the…

Takes a bit, but great ideas and definition.

whiteysplace — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 14:57:50 -0800

Takes a bit, but great ideas and definition.

Art truly is in the eye of the beholder…. I am sooo glad...

whiteysplace — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 14:49:54 -0800

Art truly is in the eye of the beholder….

I am sooo glad I’m not the only one that notices these things!

"A Storm Of Self-Predilection"

whiteysplace — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 23:42:04 -0700

“A Storm Of Self-Predilection”

- Ponder me this, starry-eyed and flaxen-haired child of the corn

Do not the fruits of our conversations

Produce and reproduce Love

Do any of us know that Love

in it’s truest sense

Ponder me this, ill-fitting dress of a Woman

Who only knows the limit and not the boundary

Does your child really know you

do you want him too?

Ponder me this, shadow of life greater than the corner you hide in…

When the vaginal gushing of creation of it’s meaning

rests,

Will it be in your hands or your mouth, to hold or to taste

Ponder me this, vile overseers, self appointed guardians of the Temple Of What Contempt…

How dare I, how dare I deign to even begin to assume that I must Tolerate,

How Dare I even think I have the right to put myself in a position to look

down my nose at anyone, long enough to

‘tolerate’.

Ponder me this, he full of skill and alacrity…

How ever will you not touch your own heart again, not smell your victory,

not taste your very own merit

after all of these, and yours?

Chris