26 January 2011

Grace

Its three which means there are two to go.  Its amazing to think about the weight of words.  Words change thoughts.  Words change feelings.  Words change everything.  Mine caught above my shoulders, circling
like sharks.  Released to grace paper that will never be delivered.  Grace; maybe that is grace.  To think, then to feel, only to rethink, and to revise.  Wise words once said, "We cannot always control our thoughts, but we can control our words, and repetition impresses the subconscious, and we are then master of the situation."  It was about me and my and I because of you.  Solely focused on the former not the latter.  The sun doesn't know its just a star.  Shining so brightly but with no vision that its not the only one.  Then came your words, words that Ive shared before, therefore hitting home.  Home, yes home, our home.  No longer about me and my and I, I finally thought of you.  A calming sense of your needs put my circling words to rest.  Naturally, organically, without thought or work.  Things in perspective; all things where they belong.  To understand and empathize is the highest of the arts.  Art that's not created nor learned, just there to put the uneasy at ease.

10 January 2011

inspired

And the last you heard was just how uninspired I was by all that surrounds me. Well there is one thing, one flame of inspiration these days. Not a place but a person. Una palabra. Inspiration bundled up into a body, a soul. One that rests his head to my left day in and day out; oh, how lucky am I? You know who you are, more karma-careful than Buddha. Inspiring me to do the right things, say sorry when I am wrong, be fair to those around me. You wake with contagious smiles and fall asleep with infectious laughter. Always wearing even-keeled well. Nicer, kinder, happier; thank you.

05 January 2011

uninspired

Its been so long since I've actually written, since I've actually cared to write at all. It saddens me that I have little around me that inspires me right now. I shouldn't complain but I'm going to...I miss the crisp, dirty city air, I miss forever-sunny Brooklyn, I miss the overcrowded subways, I miss the people, all of them. Music, new music, every.single.day. Sick of this cookie-cutter-cultureless-island. I miss seeing something new everyday. Feeling something new, hearing something new, smelling something new. Something that touches my soul. I miss my friends and my enemies. I miss souvlaki at 3am and Thai food on a whim. I miss Craigslist missed connections and the commonplace of whiskey. Cowboy boots & hot pretzels. I want to walk outside and actually feel my surroundings. Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.