A swirling vortex
Such a cliche image
But I can see how so many people
Describe themselves with it no, their futures
It's a thrilling image
And the despair
The ever exciting despair
That goes along with it
Is part and parcel of the human condition
Still though
I don't feel despair
But I do feel excited
Because I know that vortex
Is frothing my milk
And turning something ordinary everyday
Into something extraordinary
And
Really
I think we all just need
A bit more of the extraordinary
In our lives
Don't you?
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
They Said I'd Never Been Any Good At Outdoor Sports
I was clumsy
I couldn't catch
Or throw
Pass
or Receive
But what they didn't know
Is that I have wings
And I can fly
I couldn't catch
Or throw
Pass
or Receive
But what they didn't know
Is that I have wings
And I can fly
Monday, January 29, 2007
Let the sparrow out of it's wicker basket
And show it the stage
Just like a little bird
I hop
And sing
Quietly
Breathing short
shallow breaths
and breathing a lot
But then I fly away
When my branch is shaken
Taking flight
And not looking back;
not with my eyes, anyway.
I wish I were more
Like a classic tenor
Full of power
And might
Balanced with delicacy of thought
and of feeling
Filling the space around me
With whatever I want
And standing my ground
Connected with the earth
With my eyes wide open
Taking a breath only occasionally
But when I do,
I breath in the world.
Just like a little bird
I hop
And sing
Quietly
Breathing short
shallow breaths
and breathing a lot
But then I fly away
When my branch is shaken
Taking flight
And not looking back;
not with my eyes, anyway.
I wish I were more
Like a classic tenor
Full of power
And might
Balanced with delicacy of thought
and of feeling
Filling the space around me
With whatever I want
And standing my ground
Connected with the earth
With my eyes wide open
Taking a breath only occasionally
But when I do,
I breath in the world.
Ugh
Sorry for not posting in a while. I'll post something now and something later today to make up for it.
Wait
At the water
For that boat
You can see
In the distance
To pull up
And for it's beautiful captain
To tell you
To jump on
And sail away
Wait
At the water
For that boat
You can see
In the distance
To pull up
And for it's beautiful captain
To tell you
To jump on
And sail away
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Regina Spektor's Voice Break
Like a hiccough
only melodic
and filled with beauty
art
and the free feeling you get
just before you leap
from a swing
landing hard
and rushing back on
only melodic
and filled with beauty
art
and the free feeling you get
just before you leap
from a swing
landing hard
and rushing back on
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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