I have this funny habit when I get something new. If I either paid a lot of money for it, or it was costly for the person that bought it for me, or it was something I’ve been waiting for, or it is something I appreciate very much it gets a red carpet premier. I usually clean my room, designate a spot for it and/or wash my hands.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I BEG YOU!
Please dream. Large and righteous dreams and understand that by grace, knowledge of self, faith, and imagination you will be rewarded each blessed scene under harmony, wisdom, and well-being.
May you continue with strength under your own regal accord.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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It shall be that also another man may feel that he finds treasure by chance or prayer and that it may flee into death. That he may weep that she is gone and may weep harder that she is more with him though he may not see, hear, touch, smell, or taste her.
There is a woman that shall choose to feel the same.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Off-white
All of my garments are now marked with the black charcoal of deviance. No wash cloth or bleach can remove the stains. Have I erred from purity and tainted myself with dark unconsciousness?
My temple has saturated for too long in filthy waters and become drenched in morbid intent.
Not even fire can burn these unjust streaks without entire consumption. I must bare with learned pride that I still wear my lightest cloth in remembrance of my sullied past.
Though I know that with these stains I can never truly wear white again.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Two things about me.
A star that shoots is remembered by the dynamic of its rise and fall but a star that shoots that flares and stops has left no trails or bursts of light when it begins and ends.
Thus with no gradient of birth and death it remains infinite.
AND
As a child I would have a reoccurring vision of an enormous crystalline chamber of ice that carried within it an unflinching eternal flame burning brightly with immeasurable heat. Yet somehow it never melted its casing.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Those that speak the loudest follow the man who raised his voice.
Mankind takes a vote on its destiny or evolution. Ironically it follows not leaders but its followers.
Are we speaking or screaming.
Living or surviving.
He who is or should be most dominant attracts, creates, inspires and radiates peace.
