24 August 2010

one hundred-sixty three.

take your time.

everything reminds me of everything.
and even nothing reminds me heavily of something.

while i can't remember why my memory tracks back
to the things that seemed to be forgotten, i remind myself

every experience ties tightly to a lesson and connects comfortably
with the expressions i exert every second.

while everything reminds me of everything and
when nothing reminds me of something,

i give heed to my journey and praise to my Saviour
that i am not reliving the everythings, the nothings, and the somethings.

instead, i am living in a ripe day that is growing closer and closer
to a Light that will keep me on a trail, leading me forward.

16 August 2010

one hundred-sixty two.

when they're off.

folded belongings in case.
blended with boxes and
packages of things from the past.

they traveled on to leave
he sat silently, eyes capturing
the moments spent with each of them.

watched their wheels slowly roll
into a distance that was far beyond
what he could meet.

alone.
he was left.
alone.

life is moving , fast. and i'm trying to get a grip on it. but my hands are too small.

02 August 2010

one hundred-sixty one.

vocal art.

how a voice can illustrate so many
images and colors and emotions on
a canvas that lives in the mind of a
woman seeking clarity in an opaque
room of fumes that are glossy but
not shining and thick but able to see through
in order to see you, the voice that
speaks so eloquently
with a sense of assertiveness
and authority and passion
with compassion
you sound so true.
possibilities.possibilities.possibilities.possibilities.possibilities.possibilities.possibilities.possibilities.possibilities.
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they are limitless.

one hundred-sixty.

outrage.

anger will
mask you with ugly.
clothe you with guilt.
and then strip you from
the person you really are.

anger will make you
lose total control
black out
and not even remember
what happened
or even why.

don't let anger enter you.
don't let anger live in you.
don't let anger become you.