today or yesterday. or maybe tomorrow.

it's just one of those days. the sun is shining the moon was bright. i was up before the sun rose and it was still just another day. i wait in such expectancy. for what?

an explosion.

look at the stars. look how they shine for you, and all the things you do.

johnny cash was my hero. he knew what rhythm was. he knew what sorrow was. he knew joy.

will the flower bloom? or will it wait for the rising sun? can it flower in darkness? can it thrive in shallow waters?

oh my heart.

It's no cause for concern

A vintage car stuck in the mud.

Open and shut cases.

Amsterdam.

Words. So many words.

Dusty books. Vacant hearts.

Guess, guess how much I love you.

Time.

pennywhistles and stout ale

Let's just say that lately I've been wanting a good read and a tall one...

I've got the good read. Well...this book just isn't the same. Drat.

wrinkles, weightwatchers, walruses

love me love me
say you do
let me fly away with you
we are creatures of the wind
wild as the wind

give me more than one caress
satisfy this hungriness
we are creatures of the wind
wild as the wind

you touch me
I hear the sound of madolins, baby
you kiss me
with your kiss my life begins
like a leaf clings to a tree
baby please cling to me

we are creatures of the wind
wild as the wind
you touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
you kiss me
with your kiss my life...begins

love me love me
say you do
let me fly away with you

Three days young...

Well, I haven't kept my bargain with myself. I haven't written everyday.

I do know that it's been a rather interesting three days. I was broken, heart and all, then I was revived, and someone got married. My heart was broken again then sewn together with threads of sorrow.

Marriage. Such a bittersweet moment for me. I love them both. They are such an amazing two. They inspire me. I curled her hair, I held her shoes, I fixed her dress before she made her way down the sand her arm on her father's. The look on that boy's face when she walked to him. It made me weep. Such a love! A deep love. One that was beyond icy fingers of death. This, I knew, was going to last.

And suddenly I had hope again.

A funny thing happened on the way to London...

I don't know that anybody reads these but it is still nice to have a place where my thoughts can be placed in the open. I don't have much to say about today. It was like any other day except that it was different. Don't ask me to explain for I couldn't begin to try. My life is an unexplainable math problem, a jigsaw puzzle, a Rubik cube (or however you spell it)... it's like most poetry...beautiful yet incomprehensible. I don't know what's going on, and to my great and utter surprise I'm quite ok with it.
Thanks for listening.

If you have an extra 3 minutes watch this. It will bring forth rivers in your eyes (perhaps).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcW738wXoHk

Today.

How to describe today...full of joy with a bit of disappointment mixed in. Oh nothing major...when you set your heart on things you must be all the more watchful. Do not let it rule the day.
I remember a day, a few years back, a day that was a call to march forth (clever hey?). It was a cold, dark night, as they usually are. A few kindred souls gathered together and walked the streets of a tired city. We all waited expectantly for something, anything to happen. And as we stood in a partially populated parking lot (again clever) of a so-called haunted inn, a Ghost fell upon us. But we were not frightened, not in a horror-picture sort of way. We were filled with awe, filled with reverence. And glory fell, shook us to the core. We cried out and our voices were heard. To the outside world, to weary eyes we looked like drunken sailors, swaying about, our voices loud. But to that inner circle, nothing could have felt sweeter, nothing could have looked lovelier. It was a bit of heaven on earth.
I hope today can feel a bit like that day...

yet another...

So my hope was to chronicle a few thoughts from each day of this month. Alack and alas I missed yesterday. Here it is: Come Forth.

a heart worth keeping

another day, another heartbeat or two. these are the only reminders that there is a heart within me. it's been an interesting day, another day where not many things make sense except my heartbeat but only for the fact that I know it keeps me alive. a day where I feel nothing and yet everything acutely pokes at my heart. I am here, I am there. I am not my own. my heart beats. beats. beats. oh what is love but folly?

day oh day

this. this was a day. a day that crept upon my heart and tore a small piece from a tender corner. a small piece that was thrown aside, mixed among the scattered leaves, the fallen branches, the dirt. once again i found myself in a familiar place. a place that had no family, nothing joyful in remembering. a day where sad songs became my friend again. a day where solitude was welcomed with open arms. a day where the deepness of the ocean was all that made sense, the sweet hush of the waves upon the innocent sand. the sand that never knew anything else but the shore. a day where my hands hung at my side wondering what they were doing there. where my feet hadn't much purpose but to step one if front of the other. a day where food hadn't much taste, words had no meaning. a day where silence was a bosom friend. a day where breathing felt like such labour. where an ever fixed smile could no longer hold on. a day where longings crept forth and strangled that already wounded heart of mine. this. this was a day.