I promise myself

To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness & prosperity to every person I meet.
To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of other as I am about my own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the great achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature I meet.
To give so much time to improving myself that I have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of myself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on my side, so long as I am true to the best that is in me.


- Christian D. Larson's "Optimist's Creed"

I saw

And it's amazing
With the look in your eyes
Like you could save me
But you won't even try
And then you tell me again
How everything will be alright

And if I told you
That I'm sorry
Would you tell me that you were wrong
Or would you hold me down forever
If I came to you for answers

[Matt Nathanson - "I saw"]

New York I love you, but you're bringing me down

God is teaching me a mean lesson.
"You can't always get what you want."


But what happened to the Law of Attraction???
I can make it happen - I can, I can, I can!

Potential

I love you Dave Melillo.

Wait for it
Wait for nights that compliment you
Ignore the girls that just resent you
It’s easier to pretend you don’t care at all
Now wait for it
Wait for boys that overwhelm you
And tell them that you’re not that type of girl
And you would rather sit and talk about your goals

You give me black lungs
And your blue eyes
And we'll trade them in for a new disguise
Give me your best bet
And your worst lie
And we'll fill them in with a straighter line
You could be everything I wanted
If you just gave up on holding back
'Cause I never lost so many words
From kissing just one girl
You’ve got potential

Wait for it
Wait for nights that decimate you
Wake up and then pray for saving
Hope has never seemed so far away from you
Now wait for it
Wait for years to pass you by
You’re looking back at all the times
You wish you hadn’t compromised at all

Well I tried to make you see
That you lost reality somewhere
I tried

Hands on my mouth

It's been weeks, months, years now
but I still remember the scent your mouth left on my cheek

I worry about never finding a bed as comfortable
or a room that holds my secrets as well, as yours did

I'm okay with that.

An empty nest

You're as loyal as your faith lets you be.

Make Your Mark

Day Lilies, 08/07/2007

Dear Daewoo,
Why are your shoes so blue?
Like distasteful umbrellas in the standby cocktails.
Votre petite sips from petit straws,
mimicking honey birds suckling nectar from organic blossoms
Delivering painful tips to the tender for nursing your bliss.
Is it true that your shoes were once black?
But have faded in travel from bleaching rays?
I do say I would fancy a whispered story…or two.
My ears eager to hear of nights sipping chamomile
from foreign china, aloft the aging backs of Indian elephants
or of Princes rescuing Princesses from tigers' luring purrs.
I would fancy it, dear old Daewoo.
I told you so,
BLB 1544

Moonshine, 9/11/2008

Dear Daewoo,
I miss your faded blue shoes
sitting by my door at the end of the night
Spilling stories of your exotic travels to my poor excuse of a doormat
It's been three weeks since you've been gone
I miss your casual hand on my thigh
as we sat at the dive throwing whiskey down our dry throats
You pursued me on the walk home that dewy night
comme un lion chassant sa proie
I should've danced away, shoes in hand
but it's the dizzy way the light from wrought iron street lamps penetrated your opal eyes that kept me stumbling after you
Oh my Daewoo, my greatest earthly blessing
Follow the map back home
I told you so,
BLB 1544

You're an extraordinary sensory apparatus

We all have our own personal agendas motivating us to do something great. Everyone is looking for something that's going to inspire them, everyone wants to be inspired, and everyone wants to inspire something. The world is yours, do something extraordinary.

Nietzsche

"And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh."

Secrets

Reminder

Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best you can do is know yourself... know what you want.



I am legitimately happy, I feel so fulfilled.
I need to share this feeling.
I know what I want, I know what I need.


A friend asked me the other day what the most important thing in a relationship was to me. I've been thinking about this for days now. [if you know me, you know how I am.] A lot of things are important to me. Passion, a spiritual connection, respect, but really-really... I think it's laughter I'm looking for. I think I could spend forever with someone who makes me laugh. Relationships are work, there's going to be times when things aren't happy & easy, but I think if you can keep that other person laughing, keep them feeling good about who they are, that things could work. I feel content knowing this, I know what I want. There's a sense of calm in my life.

I prayed last night for the first time in awhile...

“Dear God,
May every aspect of my being
be converted to Truth.
May every cell fall into place
and serve a higher plan.
I no longer wish to be
who I was.
I wish to be more."


I am feeling so damn good!
:]

Dance with me

This is an excerpt from the book "The Dance: Moving to the Rhythms of Your True Self" by. Oriah Mountain Dreamer
I highly recommend it. This made me cry, hard core. [I'm so lame!]
Now this is some LOVE!


I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!" Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiralling down into the ache within the ache. And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.

Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
And see who I am in the stories I am living. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don't tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .


I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don't say, "Yes!"
Just take my hand and dance with me.