“When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap.” Cynthia Heimel

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

It is what it is

The sun of my world rises and sets with thoughts of you.
You warm my skin and light my eyes.
Your touch sets me on fire and I burn with passion for you.
You were my knight in shining armor
You turned out to be Prince Charming
now you're the King of all of me.
Mind
Body
Soul
I love you.
I delight myself in fantasies of us together.
I long in moments of distance to feel you near me again.
There is no greater desire within me than to serve you with my love unmeasurable.
You are the absolute for me.
I can rest in the knowledge of your love for me.
I feel sublimely perfect when your eyes are on me.
There is nothing sweeter than your kiss.
If with you is how I will spend the rest of my days then ultimately my search for happiness has ended
I have found in you what I have always known I'd be searching for.
You are love
and we, are perfect.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Risky Business

I feel you
Shake the ground I'm standing on
The cracks in the walls I built are forming effortlessly
You're finding me
Getting through to me
and the cement in the bricks of my guard hasn't dried yet.

You've found a way to get through
Who are you?
Why me?
Why the walls I built?
Why not someone else with less to conquer.
Do you know what you're getting yourself into?
I don't want you.
Yes I do.

I'm a liar
I have demons hiding on this side of the fence
You should fear the darker side of me

I fear you
Your ability to crush me
The way you'll look at me
The things you'll say to me
The way you'll love me.
I don't want you.
Yes I do.

I'm in my darkest night
But I'm safe here in the dark. . .
You're not worth the risk. . .
Please don't make me do this again. . .


You're going to be the newest death of the current "me"
Stay tuned for my ultimate surrender. . .
We all know it's inevitable.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Through the Airwaves

I hear the song from your heart to mine from a million miles away

I wonder if you hear mine in return. . .

It's a simple song for your heart to enjoy

All that the sound waves are saying is "I miss you"

Impatiently I wait for the day I can feel your skin with mine. . .

Until then my dear I'll be sending you my love through the distance.

You'll never find static on the airwaves

because there is no interrupting my hearts cry for you

I could be a fool, but fools have all the fun

I hope you can feel it baby

My love

Through the airwaves.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

The Machine

It's amazing; the power of doing nothing. There is so much involved in this world. I find the loved ones around me struggling tirelessly to fit into this living breathing machine of bodies moving fluidly through life with minor set backs and ultimately no goal.


We are a mechanism of struggle; man. There is so much intensity poured into the idea of becomming someone, when ultimately we have all been someone all along.


As I sit here, immersed in the life around me, the world spins, children laugh, birds play, trees move in the cool breeze, lovers hold hands and ignore everything aside from the look in each others eyes. The world doesn't stop because I chose to sit on a bench and live on it for a moment.


I recognize that this is life. I'm indulging myself in the realization that this is not about me. There is a greater intelligence to this utter nonsense. There is happiness when I am void of it, there is sadness when I have no reason for it. It exists whether I need it to be applicable or not. There is no "me" in this machine, there is only "us." We all exist at once, keeping the machine in working order.


I am happy to coexist on this planet with you. All of you. There is not a single person I would choose to exclude because without that one soul choosing and living we would be without a very important wheel in the clock of life.


I'm a small part of this moving breathing machine of life around us and I'm choosing to be a dormant part of this symphony of voices and lives for one day just to sit back and watch the stories around me unfold.


It's amazing what happens when you don't DO anything, you just simply go with the flow. The flow doesn't stop. The direction changes as organisms choose their paths, however it is unceasing. There is no greater opportunity than now to become a fixture in this machine of life. You are already a creation of it's never ending change, a product of choices of millions of intricate pieces working together to create life as we know it.


When you see it, actually see the world as the mechanism that it is, you will be completely captivated by it's intricacy. All of it's parts working independantly but together simultaneously.


I've seen it, the machine. It's a work of art that only heavenly inventors could design. It has changed me. I am a piece of this beautiful creation.


I am a human. I am a collection of choices that alter the production of the machine I was born into. When you see it, you will understand.

“A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.”- William Shedd