Life is an abstract thing pleading tangibility

3.29.2009

i can't recall being held: mourning

Sweet, sweet bitter love
The taste still lingers, going through my helpless fingers
You slipped away, ooh yes you did

Sweet, sweet bitter love
What joy you taught me
What pain you brought me
And so sure to stay

My magic dreams have lost, have lost their spell
Where there, where there was hope
There's an empty, there's just an empty shell

Oh sweet, my sweet bitter love
Why have you awakened and then forsaken
A trusting heart, a heart like mine...


My bed is empty and my calls don't turn the voice I hear into my man. A woman like me knows too well when she is alone, has a cold Sunday of memories to remind her. Ain't nothing can be done but to leave it behind. Become blind and numb for a while...until it's time to be a fool again

3.28.2009

sugar ain't sweet enuf ::: bite me

I remember after I got my second tattoo, a friend said, "Now you're really cool..."
We weren't on the best of terms at the time, though friends still, we were struggling
What she meant, in my mind, was that she saw (a new) me, heavily invested in the

construct of Cool;

That I was shaping myself from scholarship to
.... CoolChick
:a leader known, for innovative mind, body & spirit of individualism, superhot & (in)definitely alive

An early outcast in elementary school, I became infatuated with developing in a way which I could most effectively influence the world with my ideals without being pressured into joining. Understanding that my pursuits were inherently inclusive, I had no qualms with going higher, higher and even HIGHER ... there, sometimes alone

being where i was touched yet untouched

And now
There are things that I find hardly tolerable, in anyone to which I attach myself.

Mommy taught me early on: "Keep your mind"
So, I'm fucking solid, even while still figuring shit out. For example, I'm pretty honest, sometimes too honest. I show softness, cause, come on, we all got certain vulnerabilities; that's cool. Often I think we get so caught up in some preconceived notion of what cool is, we are unable, or unwilling to be soft. We dote and work, toil and labor, primp and prim, and while presiding over what we have created, explicitly ask nothing. Subsequently, we'll give without consequence of what giving implies of both parties.
How can you conceive of sharing? Logically, what is "selflessness" without a solidity of self?
But we are hardly fictional manifestations; we are bare gods, those of us with something.
Me, myself, personally! I ain't Jesus; I expect some shit too.
This is new discipleship muthafukka!
If you ain't learned by a certain time to keep yo' mind well/......shhhhiiiitttttt, I'own even know what to do fah ya pimp. Really, I'll be a shotty friend cause you ain't learned how to be your own best friend, maintaining self for all intended to partake, including you!

Cool, is a skill, a level of life that seldom achieve and fewer need. As an interpersonal bond and manner of communicating, I realize in my constant evolution, I can't live without it and require adequate nurturing.....

3.12.2009

huh? when did status change?

i don't know what to do with love anymore. i keep criss-crossing/ will make ya jump jump!/ the line/ it's a thin liiiinnnneee between love & hate/ looking for a place in grey; where i've always felt more suited.
my eyes are wandering the land and my fingers flick the pages of Wisdom
Bibles
Bhagavad Gita
Gibran
Mom's old letters
and i link in directly to god so often s/he's gotta be like, Damn! figure it out i'm just for support!
i look at myself through the shadows of reason & am still trying to understand my raison d'etre. fuck, these days i'm just looking for my raison, my rationale, my inSane mind...
she's there and sometimes i just stifle her, pushing her down til she changes to something prettier, less convoluted & murky.
this man has got me going through it. this man makes me want to sing blues songs, slap his face, hold him, llloooovvveee him, leave him, stuff his mouth, cuss him; (make his mouth form sweet things)(make him make love) take off all my clothes/ here i ammmm, here i AMMM/ the way i've always faced the world/ a wounded bird...
are we both wounded in this nest? yes. are we supposed to be feeding each other? most definitely.... AHHHHHHH!
fill the leaks, tweak the tweaks
stability is for the unevolving/genius is not that : it is what develops on the precipice/
so then is love. the point being, "control" is, as it always was, an illusion...

Mom said, "my concern is your movement forward; you are in a good place."
so why do i feel like my heart is breaking in the progress? why does it have to? i'm sick of learning lessons: "love is what love does," she said. she ain't nevah lied.