Lives On Different Frequencies...

~Little star, I can't catch you; why do I even try?
~Sometimes just in passing through, we brighten each other's lives.


~Moments shared & laughter traded; it makes it all worthwhile.
~So burned out & jaded; sometimes we forget to smile.


~We don't know where we're going, only where we've been.
~The repetition's trying; it's good to have a friend.


~The world, it beats down on me; my patience wearing thin.
~Can't be all the places you want to be; try not to lose your grin.



~I think it's all about finding that place where we belong; sometimes lives on different frequencies can still play the same song.
~Keeping grip so desperately, trying to hold on; remember lives on different frequencies can still play the same songs.


~People drift in on the wind; some pass through with the seasons.
~Some are there through thick & thin; some fade for their own reasons.


~Connecting with a lucky few; twin souls passing in the night.
~Without question they are there for you, through all the wrongs & rights.


~Stealing all the fun you can; take it day by day.
~It isn't chance or happenstance; some will even stay.


~Accepting us for who we are; not who we wish to be.
~Leaving impressions like a scar; ripples on the sea.



~I think it's all about finding that place where you belong; sometimes lives on different frequencies can still play the same song.
~Keeping grip so desperately, trying to hold on; remember sometimes different frequencies can still play the same songs.


~Without warning life's torrential rain--it sweeps us in new directions.
~Shining throughout the laughter & pain--graced by those connections.


~They say it's better to have loved & lost, than to have never felt at all.
~Even with all it may have cost, I'd rather take the fall.


~Through all of life's insanity, it's hard to find the time.
~So easy to be washed away; some get left behind.


~But some, they will come back to you; forget the future--live in the now.
~No regrets, treasure those precious few; fortunate to bear their mark--let them show you how.



~I think it's all about finding that place where you belong; sometimes lives on different frequencies can still play the same song.
~Keeping grip so desperately, trying to hold on; never forget that lives on different frequencies can still play the same songs.

For All the Broken Children

~Sit on the porch steps, watch the purple night fall; when will I understand it all?

~A strangling feeling creeping over me; that lost little girl just never sleeps.

~Somewhere between happiness & pain; lurking between the sunshine & rain.

~I want to scream, I want to feel; then it all becomes too real.

~A jagged blade, a biting kiss; close your eyes & feel this.

~Some call me crazy, but I'm not listening; even though the tears are glistening.

~You say I'm not damaged, tell me I'm not broken; softer words were never spoken.

~There must be a place for me to belong; always replaying the same tired song.

~Drowning in feeling, fly me away; if only to dance in another blue day.

~A jagged blade, a biting kiss; close your eyes & feel this.

~Crank up the music, those deep soulful dirges; wrap them around me & snuff out the urges.

~Protect my heart, hide behind words; set them free...soaring birds.

~Cast them out & let my face shine; light a fire that's only mine.

~Take in the night air, breathe it in deeply; find a way to scream discretely.

~A jagged blade, a biting kiss; close your eyes & feel this.

Thunder Magick

~Electricity in the air, taste the rain on your tongue. Feel the magic; it surrounds you.

~Rain falls down, tears from the sky. Tears of joy? Perhaps...

~A new life emerges into a screaming world. She opens her eyes, just a splinter.

~All time stops & the world is silent, for only a moment. Don't forget to breathe.

~Shadows dance, & you just know magic is afoot. It slinks in the night, hiding just before you catch sight.

~A frightened friend stands guard, a neurotic sentry watching over her. An old friend smiles, a new mother. Her grin lights the room brighter than the lightning in the sky.

~I reach for her hand, just the softest brush of fingers. Electric. Shocking power.

~I was wrong. I'm glad I came.

~Sometimes, you have to open your eyes & face your fears. Stare down the world.

~Taste the rain on your tongue. Savor the magic...

Let The Ink Set You Free

I've always had a rather strange relationship with pain; that said I still remember that anxious anticipation I had as I awaited my 18th birthday 10 years ago...so that I could receive my very first tattoo. I had counted the days down, as many do until their 21st; I'd always had an affinity & facination toward "ink". Said tattoo is an oriental dragon that I'd drawn myself--for good luck. 10 years & 10 tattoos later--& I'm hooked for life....

To me--tattoos are one of the ultimate forms of self expression--one of the few "real" commitments a person can make in their lifetime...to themselves, to their beliefs. You wear your soul on the outside of your skin; your ink tells a story to the world for all to see. They can be beautiful, they can be protective...they can make you feel strong.

Each one of mine have a very special meaning to me; I'm proud of them, & they make me feel beautiful & strong. I've no regrets. I take the whole thing very seriously. It's something I'm quite passionate about. Most girls have those days where they like to put on a pretty dress & show off--"strut their stuff ", so to speak. This has never been the case for me--but I do have those days where I'll put on my boots & a black tank top--& all that ink is visible--to my eye & everyone else's--& for once I feel beautiful...Self-esteem has never been my strong point--but damn if those black images etched across my pale skin don't make me feel good about myself. Unfortunately, mainstream society is not as accepting of this form of expression; as I need to work a regular day to day job, mine are all in locations where I can "put them away" as needed, but how refreshing to "let 'em all hang out"...

It's been a tough couple of weeks for me as of late, & today I went for another brush with pain--& had myself marked with a symbol that I find not only beautiful, but protective & inspiring. It is a reminder to always be true to myself--to never lose who I am, or forget what I can do. That said, for me--it's not only about the finished product, but also the process of putting it on....

I'm of the opinion that there are 3 types of people when it comes to ink. Firstly, are the people who ask you "Does it hurt?" They'll never experience it for themselves, because either their too scared, or they view tattoos & their recipients with scorn. Then, you have those who have one token little piece; these folks will tell you it hurt too much, & they'll never get another. Or they'll get something stupid & meaningless & regret it later; these are the loons who then waste their money on shit like laser tattoo removal! If you weren't sure--why the fuck did you put it on your skin to begin with?! It pleases me probably a bit too much to think that the laser removal will be even more painful, & cost them more! Then there are people like me, those who fell in love after their first taste, & if money & the work force were not an issue, your skin would be covered. You'll always have a taste for it, & will probably continue to get inked throughout your lifetime...

But I've gotten distracted. I am one of the strange few--& I know there must be others like me--who not only love the finished piece--but everything about being "inked". To me, the feeling of the needle against my skin is like no other. Yes, there is pain--but not all pain is bad. It can be cleansing, purifying; it frees me. By the time the tattoo is finished, any stress & anguish has ebbed & fallen away. This feeling--it can be therapeutic, it can be pleasurable, it can be cathartic. A little masochistic--perhaps? It makes me feel peaceful & safe. It's not sexual for me, though it could be; I once knew someone who took it there...

When I've expressed this opinion to other people, many of them think I'm a freak! & if that's the case, well, that's me. Take me as I am I say. I once had a tattooist--& this is a bizarre story--tell me, I was a psychopath! This guy was quite talented--but had no ink himself! I'd been observing as other folks went under his needle before letting him have a go at me...& then I took my turn. Now I am one of those people that doesn't always "mingle" well with others--but the tattooed seem to have a shared bond. It's almost like you're part of this "club"--I can always shoot the shit with the tattoo artists. So I'm talking with this guy--& I'm dumbfounded; a tattooist with no ink just blows my mind! I can't wrap my head around it! So I have to ask how it can be that his skin is naked; his response to me is : "I'm not crazy! You're crazy! You just sat there & let me carve this thing into your shin & didn't even flinch! Men twice your size don't do that!..." This made me smile--& the tattoo still turned out cool.

So for me it's just one of those noteable experiences. Throughout your life, you'll fall in love, you'll have your heart broken, you'll get "lucky", you'll make mistakes -perhaps you'll learn from them. You'll do some incredible things, & some not so incredible, & hopefully sometimes you'll even surprise yourself. You'll live. & maybe you'll get inked too. Perhaps it'll set you free as well...

Tell Me

~Tell me, do you believe in love? Do you think it's really real?

~Or is it just a fantasy; something that we long to feel?

~Will it make you invincible? Build you up & make you fly?

~Or will it leave you feeling broken, lost with tears welling in your eyes?

~Tell me, are you feeling strong? Content & happy, am I wrong?

~Or does it leave you feeling weak, wondering how you got so meek?

~Am I naive & idealistic? Nothing is ever that simplistic.

~Nothing is ever just black & white; there's always more than wrong & right.

~Tell me, can you conquer the world? As long as you're together, just you & your girl?

~Nothing that you cannot do, as long as it's the two of you?

~Are we all looking to be loved? For that one person to lift you above?

~Or will it only tear you down, leave you feeling like a clown?

~Tell me-- is there hope? Or have I been had? I'm discouraged, small & sad.

~Is there room for faith? Or have we all lost it? Look at all it's gone & cost us.

~The songs & movies, they all lied. They left you conficted & twisted inside.

~I thought nothing could stop us, you & me. But the weight is heavy, & I can't breathe.

Shine Bright

~Little star--shining bright; first star I see tonight.

~Show the world what you show me? Don't burn out --shine bright & free.

~We twinkle dimly behind our masks; let them down ever so briefly for a friend that asks.

~Disguising genius under sheeps' clothing; why can't we just kick free of the molding?

~In our own company we shine so brightly; when the doors are locked & bolted tightly.

~We scream & rant, claim we want to be heard; when the moment arises we lose our nerve.

~How I long to take that mask & cast it away; dance in the light & show my face to the day.

~But the scars run deep, old habits are hard to break; to bare my soul may be a mistake.

~So I gaze up at the stars & long to shine too; if you can muster up the courage, maybe I can follow you.


*I write this for my mate, & for all my friends who shine so brightly. & I write it to myself....

Will I?

~When you're small you wonder, "What will I be?"

~ Will I find magic? Will I be free?

~Will I be like my Daddy? Will I make him proud?

~Then you grow older; your thoughts aren't so loud.

~You learn to be quiet; scream only in your head.

~You seek to belong; find more questions instead.

~Will I find happiness? Will I find love?

~Is the answer written in the heavens above?

~No--I don't think so...Where should I look?

~Perhaps I'll find it in a book?

~Will I show the world the real me--or will they see what they want to see?

~Will I find the courage to chase my dreams--or will I be what they want me to be?

~Will I find an answer? Will I find my voice?

~Is it true? Is there always a choice?

~Will I be forgotten? Will I just disappear?

~Will anyone hear me? Is my path unclear?

~What will I do? Why are all good things fleeting?

~Is there more? Something I'm not seeing?

~Perhaps I am thinking much too hard; nothing is written in the cards.

~Lets live in the moment; please lend me your smile.

~Lets close our eyes; disappear for awhile.