simple truths

I play with my words like you play with gum, pulling each vowel through my lips, feeling the crack of a consonant on my tongue, and biting down to hold each in their proper place. I play with words like babies play with bubbles, creating them to shine then pop with possibilities, my wand is my pen, dipped deep into the frothy brine, to conjure up form from subconscious mystery. Where grammar gives way to art. punctuated. by the rhythms and the _silence between the notes. Where language dances with intimate perception, staring back at the reader, the writer, casting shadows of depth no picture could perceive, it's thousand words so intricately weaved. These words are toys, not like blocks stacked in math, but like play-doh and finger paint, the impressions made of the author in press are the dips in the clay and the prints in the paint. Where best of all I am never alone, my reader must play _and so far, we get along.

       "The world is waiting," she told me. "You're a trailblazer. You don't walk the path, or find the path, you bludgeon through the thick and create it. God has obliged you. He keeps creating the thick for you to devour!" Occasionally, I am reminded of my significance and capabilities. It has been nearly one year since my "awakening," when all the pieces came together and my perspective on life got turned on its ass. And if you can imagine your brain getting emptied out and rearranged without you participation- it leaves one a bit disoriented on their path in life. All of the humbling, heartbreaking, shocking experiences over the last two years have left me peaceful. Not numb, or angry...As I swallow one painfully toxic dose of life after another I am gradually removed from the necessity to suffer from loss and failure. Kahlil Gibran said,  "The deeper that  sorrow  carves into your being the more  joy  you can contain...  Your  joy  

Too late Horrific things happen in the smoothest of ways- creeping in unannounced and spreading before it can be caught, like the blood seeping from an open wound, it pours it's dark and permanent stain beyond the grasp of our control- There is no break from reality to experience these things--they are part of our normal life as much as the water we drink; ....no alarms will sound, no rush of empathy and support will crowd to ease the blow, you just take it! Only in the aftermath do we feel the hot tears well up, feel the guilt, loss, pain and shock...too late for apologies and too soon for forgiveness

Just to the North of where I live, lies an abundant land, where truly all things are possible, and there is an answer for every question. I call this place, "The Idea Factory," you may have something similar North of where you live, called an imagination. Some people there wander off into a warm sea, golden beach, paradise. Others live out lives of fame and fortune in this place. I, create solutions. Sometimes to a problem you didn't even know was a problem yet.... EXAMPLE: Replacing the age old Clothes Hanger system with a rotating, self-folding wheel- keeping clothes wrinkle free and eliminating the need for drawers as well!               * Yes, I am aware this idea will never catch on and may be slightly retarded. BUT! Could someone, somewhere make a buck selling that, sure! People buy rocks, as pets, so why the hell not.... There are many solutions, to problems big and small, which I have concocted; EXAMPLE II: (better idea) Instead of eliminating the pe

Feeling underappreciated and saddened at how it is possible to pour your heart out, give your time and all you have to give to another person and have them spit in your face. I had the epiphany that this is how God must feel when his children sin. He pours his unending love out for us, he gives of all he is For Us and we spit in the face of the almighty and go about doing contradictory and counterproductive things- and he keeps loving us all the same.  I will continue to feel unappreciated and taken from, as long as I continue to take for granted the blessings in my life. Once I learn to give back to God in appreciation and gratitude, the same way I would give back to anyone who would go out of their way for me- then I will know what being loved is meant to feel like.