The wind is in the trees again and I am dying to take a walk. It speaks of autumn and the crispness of evening. I yearn for snow and freezing days when I bundle up in layers of blankets and think of nothing but a hot shower and warm apple cider.
Then I'll probably whine about how cold it is. For now, I am scowling at the heat and the wicked sun. Drench my mountains with fresh rain. Come on wind, do your job.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Dare not remove me
I wrote this a while ago. It definitely represented my life at that time.
Dare not remove me
The World Seems to fall apart
Brick by Brick
Layer by Layer
Or what Simple piece I occupy of it
Convoluted with parades
actors and plays
Attached to our Parts
Dedicated to the Role
The moderator
The Glue in a fragile vase
The last piece of a puzzle
Dare not remove me
My soul cries for peace
For simple love
A Plain Wall
Fresh for the Imagination
The days still go by
they pass without change
the pile grows larger
the soul hides further
Too much pain, fear.
There is just one place to go
One place left
You’re not there.
Often I let you go
But that Second
That Moment
When my heart cries
It’s you I need.
Shattered and broken
returning, Surrounded
yet Alone
Dare not remove me.
Dare not remove me
The World Seems to fall apart
Brick by Brick
Layer by Layer
Or what Simple piece I occupy of it
Convoluted with parades
actors and plays
Attached to our Parts
Dedicated to the Role
The moderator
The Glue in a fragile vase
The last piece of a puzzle
Dare not remove me
My soul cries for peace
For simple love
A Plain Wall
Fresh for the Imagination
The days still go by
they pass without change
the pile grows larger
the soul hides further
Too much pain, fear.
There is just one place to go
One place left
You’re not there.
Often I let you go
But that Second
That Moment
When my heart cries
It’s you I need.
Shattered and broken
returning, Surrounded
yet Alone
Dare not remove me.
Simple things
Simply put
simple things enrich life
You see it; you hear it all the time.
Take time to smell the roses.
Do you?
Did you look at the intricasies of the petals? The variants of colorful veins? The tiny pollen fragments that collect on the stamens? Did the fragrance capture you or did the hue remind you of a dance, a family member, a distance memory?
We are not above or below reality. Simple things circumvent what society considers important in reality. Does that extra dollar buy your lover's kiss? Is it a kiss that burns the scent of the air, the image of scene, the feel of the skin and the surrounding sounds deep in your heart forever?
Feel the tickle of grasses and the gentle warmth of sun with a slight breeze. Simple yet beautiful. Serene. Watch a child play in the dirt, discovering sticks, mud, trees, grass, small stones. See how they all fit together. No carbon footprint, no expensive toys. Just simple. A stick flows in water; it stands up in mud. It can poke the bark on a tree, move stones around, draw pictures in the dirt.
A dog's devotion. Simple. Walk her, watch her marvel at the sounds and sights, wanting in her dog way to play, attack, or sniff them. Joy surrounds a dog. She is always happy to love you and be with you. She reflects. Observe what she reflects and strive for it to be love.
Coffee or tea with a friend. The conversation always remembered. Time is such a simple thing but hardly ours to take and give. Time is stingy sometimes. People are stingy with it. Society schedules us and drips very little our way for the really important things. Bastards. I want my tea time. With my friends. And family. They go, sometimes, without my approval. I want their words, their faces, their expressions, their emotions, their thoughtfulness, their beauty.. etched in mind forever. A simple request.
Oh so many simple things that fill us up! The wet sand squishing up in your toes, waiting for that big wave to smash against you. A snowflake caught on your tongue looking up being plummeted by hundreds of flakes melting on your face. Your favorite ice cream on a hot summer's day. A small bouquet of flowers (or weeds) freshly picked by your children with happy smiles. A hug when you need it the most, without asking.
Steal your time and take in all that is simple. Feel it from head to toe, light up every sense and remember it with fondness.
simple things enrich life
You see it; you hear it all the time.
Take time to smell the roses.
Do you?
Did you look at the intricasies of the petals? The variants of colorful veins? The tiny pollen fragments that collect on the stamens? Did the fragrance capture you or did the hue remind you of a dance, a family member, a distance memory?
We are not above or below reality. Simple things circumvent what society considers important in reality. Does that extra dollar buy your lover's kiss? Is it a kiss that burns the scent of the air, the image of scene, the feel of the skin and the surrounding sounds deep in your heart forever?
Feel the tickle of grasses and the gentle warmth of sun with a slight breeze. Simple yet beautiful. Serene. Watch a child play in the dirt, discovering sticks, mud, trees, grass, small stones. See how they all fit together. No carbon footprint, no expensive toys. Just simple. A stick flows in water; it stands up in mud. It can poke the bark on a tree, move stones around, draw pictures in the dirt.
A dog's devotion. Simple. Walk her, watch her marvel at the sounds and sights, wanting in her dog way to play, attack, or sniff them. Joy surrounds a dog. She is always happy to love you and be with you. She reflects. Observe what she reflects and strive for it to be love.
Coffee or tea with a friend. The conversation always remembered. Time is such a simple thing but hardly ours to take and give. Time is stingy sometimes. People are stingy with it. Society schedules us and drips very little our way for the really important things. Bastards. I want my tea time. With my friends. And family. They go, sometimes, without my approval. I want their words, their faces, their expressions, their emotions, their thoughtfulness, their beauty.. etched in mind forever. A simple request.
Oh so many simple things that fill us up! The wet sand squishing up in your toes, waiting for that big wave to smash against you. A snowflake caught on your tongue looking up being plummeted by hundreds of flakes melting on your face. Your favorite ice cream on a hot summer's day. A small bouquet of flowers (or weeds) freshly picked by your children with happy smiles. A hug when you need it the most, without asking.
Steal your time and take in all that is simple. Feel it from head to toe, light up every sense and remember it with fondness.
to be or not to be
The "to be" verb sends my inner grammar alerts off; red lights flash behind my eyes whilst I grab my mind dictionary (which looks somewhat like an old card catalog from grade school), thumbing through for the most appropriate verb that expresses the offender's true thoughts, action, or account. Sometimes I find the word quickly, restating the villian's sentence as though I am reaffirming their statement with deep understanding. Ah, but the truth remains - I simply want to give them a better word. I want to replace their hideous "to be" verb with an illustrious, connotative word. This word should cut through the others. Sometimes I fail at my task and I simply take in the "to be" word, falling to the clutches of word boredom. My card catalog grows dusty; I join the ranks of societal thinking, choosing the simplest path between nouns.
I identified the source of my "to be" fixation. I helped edit my yearbook in high school and my English teachers beat the "to be" verb out of me some twenty years ago. Recently, my best friend and I discussed our Master's programs and the use of the "to be" verb during a trip to Disneyland. (Yes, we discuss these types of things while in line for "Astroblasters"). Ironically, I found that most of the APA references saturated their writing with this verb. Her thesis, near perfect, needed more "to be" verbs during the review. We understand. We really do understand. We just hate it.
Sometimes avoiding the "to be" verb seems impossible or yields writing that is passive. Screw passive and screw to be. I choose to search for better verbs - verbs that tempt the senses and invoke emotion. Dust off your mind dictionary and discover what you might write or say.
I identified the source of my "to be" fixation. I helped edit my yearbook in high school and my English teachers beat the "to be" verb out of me some twenty years ago. Recently, my best friend and I discussed our Master's programs and the use of the "to be" verb during a trip to Disneyland. (Yes, we discuss these types of things while in line for "Astroblasters"). Ironically, I found that most of the APA references saturated their writing with this verb. Her thesis, near perfect, needed more "to be" verbs during the review. We understand. We really do understand. We just hate it.
Sometimes avoiding the "to be" verb seems impossible or yields writing that is passive. Screw passive and screw to be. I choose to search for better verbs - verbs that tempt the senses and invoke emotion. Dust off your mind dictionary and discover what you might write or say.
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