July 21, 2010
113. No Thing but Nothing
January 10, 2009
114. Important Parts
Writing messages on the beach with
splashes of the ocean wiping it clean.
A dream of childhood eventually
washes away with the writings. Only
thing that remains, a memory that fades
but the important things are the same.
They are etched into our brain and make
life long steps across caverns for us.
Written messages on notepads reflect
an important message once written in
sand. Eventually it too gets washed away.
It too fades from our memory until we
only remember the important parts. Paperback
stories are also the same. We read through
it once and remember the important parts.
Life is like a message in the sand... It washes
away.
We only remember the important parts.
December 12, 2008
115. One
115. One
If it isn't one thing, it's another thing. This thing
is all good. If it's one word, it’s another... This
word is all good. If it's one life, then it's this life...
Life is all good, live it like it is one. This one thing
is all good!
December 5, 2008
116. Consecrated
116. Consecrated
I don't have to be consecrated to her or to Ms. F. to be me. The mirror image is the consecration revealed in the death and resurrection of Only to Grey. It has provided a forum for learning the range of division that lives in me. The I of me can stand although the foundation is a fictional prop, the emergent self is real. The spirit lives in the multiple expressions seen/viewed as many images. In the image the perceiver finds a part of themselves.
How this manifests itself in Ms. F. is the difficult aspect of resurrecting the idea of reconciliation. When she reads this she recollects everything she dislikes about herself. In her I am the epitome of disgust and my words only reveal what she has for so long attempted to cut away.
November 28, 2008
117. Mean While
117. Mean While
As of now the beat goes on. The night carries
over into the day when the sun waits for nobody.
The morning is my end of the night and by
the day beckons for another try. This isn't an
attempt to die. Surely that was tried but not this
time. I can't lie... I'm just passing time.
November 6, 2008
118. Flower Fields
Uncover your eyes and unplug your ears
unfold your arms as you stretch to the
sky. Fly away with... fly away. Speak it
once more without the sighs. Look at...
without the tears. Seconds have passed
into several years. Dear... I've been here.
Hear this voice inside. Give it one more
try. When the time comes to an end we
can say... once we were friends. Once
we were alive. We stretch back in time
to capture the moment. 'Sigh’... Do you
remember back then when we were so
alive? Like flowers in a field my thoughts
are layered in memory. In the end...
nothing else was said to me.
November 3, 2008
119. Unlikeness
119. Unlikeness
... The difference is that I'm not consumed
by the pain. On some occasions its felt
here and there. Now might have been a
time but it's become something that helps
me to persevere towards destiny’s lead.
You can't erase it, meaning you... can't
erase who you are and what you've done.
It's part of who you are and where you're
going. All of it, all of you and even
I... we strive on. Some will try to become
great others will eventually fade. Some will
fade into greatness. The difference is what
you do with it, what you do with all of it.