-Roaring, whistling, all around; strain to hear that thrumming sound.
-Tune to a frequency no one else hears; hear the music in the air.
-Strumming, thrumming, sweep me away; to better lands & better days.
-No one's listening, no one sees; nature's symphony for insignificant me.
No more worries, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
Heal me, cleanse me, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
-Whispering secrets, teach me to fly; open & true--no time for lies.
-I too can be beautiful, I too can be free; revel in the night & dance under the trees.
-Strength & beauty all around; drinking in that thrumming sound.
-Music, music in the night; the masses tremble, hidden in fright.
No more worries, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
Heal me, cleanse me, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
-As unexpectedly as it came; so dies the music, along with the rain.
-The wind ceases to scream, the magick quells; pattering raindrops, & the power lulls.
-Drum beats fleeting, but they're still there; tilt your head & strain to hear.
-I won't fret, for it's not gone; listen hard, you'll hear the song.
No more worries, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
Heal me, cleanse me, no more pain; my heart sings with the pouring rain.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Possessed by the Rain
I actually have 2 things I'm going to post today, the previous poem, & the following journal entry; both were written in the midst of the most incredible thunderstorm I've seen in years...This was Thursday night (7/9/08); I couldn't chance getting on the computer, & run the risk of being struck by lightning & blowing it up! That said...
"I am in my favorite part of the house as I write this, meaning of course, that I am out on the porch again. I am sitting here, in the midst of an absolutely incredible thunderstorm--the air is electric & I cannot bear to be caged indoors. The night beckons me. Wow! Purple lightning just sliced through the night like a glowing blade, & the sky is roaring, as though any minute, it will come crashing down on my head. The wind is whistling & the rain is drumming out it's own music.
Music--that's exactly what it is. Mother Natures' own brand of pulsing, throbbing, tribal music. My thoughts drift to my friend in California; I wish he could hear this. He also hears music in the rain....
It's like listening on a frequency that no one else can hear; the rest of the world seeks refuge indoors, & I breathe in the fresh air greedily, as though I've never gotten a taste before. Healing, cleansing, beautiful, & free--it smells like inner peace to me.
It's nights like this one that make you realize just how small you really are, in the grand scheme of it all. Makes me think, just how lucky I am--simply to be here to see it. Nothing can leave me gaping in awe like the wonders of Mother Nature.
The night sky is tinted with blues & purples; it looks like a water color painting, swished across the darkened clouds. & then it just lights up--the clouds glowing & shimmering as though back-lit....purple, azure, amber...This is so much more beautiful than any pre-manufactured holiday light show! Nothing man-made could even come close to what I'm witnessing overhead at this moment. The trees rustle & the leaves fall, dancing in the breeze. It makes me feel like dancing too.
In one of my very favorite books, "V for Vendetta", one of the charcters says "God is in the rain". Now I don't believe in God--not as most people do, but this phrase has stayed with me. I've never felt that spiritual, peaceful calm that some folks get from entering a church; I do, however, feel it right this minute. This is as close to feeling "God" as I've ever been...
A raging maelstrom, tearing through the night sky--it's as close to touching freedom as you're ever going to get....untamed, wild, beautiful freedom.
If only you could catch it in a jar, & save it for a day when you really need it, but that would defeat the purpose. So when it comes, you must stop, & take full advantage of it. Tonight, I feel as though nature has sent me a gift.
The trailer park seems so empty; there's no one outside except little old me. So I sit alone, & drink in the splendor all around me, basking in the hidden music of the night...."
"I am in my favorite part of the house as I write this, meaning of course, that I am out on the porch again. I am sitting here, in the midst of an absolutely incredible thunderstorm--the air is electric & I cannot bear to be caged indoors. The night beckons me. Wow! Purple lightning just sliced through the night like a glowing blade, & the sky is roaring, as though any minute, it will come crashing down on my head. The wind is whistling & the rain is drumming out it's own music.
Music--that's exactly what it is. Mother Natures' own brand of pulsing, throbbing, tribal music. My thoughts drift to my friend in California; I wish he could hear this. He also hears music in the rain....
It's like listening on a frequency that no one else can hear; the rest of the world seeks refuge indoors, & I breathe in the fresh air greedily, as though I've never gotten a taste before. Healing, cleansing, beautiful, & free--it smells like inner peace to me.
It's nights like this one that make you realize just how small you really are, in the grand scheme of it all. Makes me think, just how lucky I am--simply to be here to see it. Nothing can leave me gaping in awe like the wonders of Mother Nature.
The night sky is tinted with blues & purples; it looks like a water color painting, swished across the darkened clouds. & then it just lights up--the clouds glowing & shimmering as though back-lit....purple, azure, amber...This is so much more beautiful than any pre-manufactured holiday light show! Nothing man-made could even come close to what I'm witnessing overhead at this moment. The trees rustle & the leaves fall, dancing in the breeze. It makes me feel like dancing too.
In one of my very favorite books, "V for Vendetta", one of the charcters says "God is in the rain". Now I don't believe in God--not as most people do, but this phrase has stayed with me. I've never felt that spiritual, peaceful calm that some folks get from entering a church; I do, however, feel it right this minute. This is as close to feeling "God" as I've ever been...
A raging maelstrom, tearing through the night sky--it's as close to touching freedom as you're ever going to get....untamed, wild, beautiful freedom.
If only you could catch it in a jar, & save it for a day when you really need it, but that would defeat the purpose. So when it comes, you must stop, & take full advantage of it. Tonight, I feel as though nature has sent me a gift.
The trailer park seems so empty; there's no one outside except little old me. So I sit alone, & drink in the splendor all around me, basking in the hidden music of the night...."
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Trees
~The calm, it washes over me; in that quiet place where I can fly free.
~Trees rustling their melancholy song; never forget to keep moving along.
~Don't falter, don't dawdle, run to the light; it's your life, it's worth the fight.
~Your strength & your peace are trapped within; selfish indulgence, embrace your sin.
Sentinal trees, looming above; what do they know of mortal love?
Seeking for answers, face tilted above; what do they know of mortal love?
~Unwaveringly strong, unbending & proud; the thoughts in my head are much too loud.
~I sit below, gazing up at the trees; their wisdom & beauty bring me to my knees.
~Their liberating song--how I wish to sing; my voice is muted, what pain it brings.
~Electric air, wind dancing with my hair; this renewed fire is too much to bear.
Sentinel trees, looming above; what do they know of mortal love?
Seeking my answers, face tilted above; what do they know of mortal love?
~The silence engulfs me, trying to mend; learn from the trees, don't give in & bend.
~Breathe it all in, can't give up & die; you'll never know unless you try.
~You are who you pretend to be; be sure that you choose carefully.
~Life is worth living--I should be dancing, but it won't wait for me; hesitate & you'll be left, waiting beneath the trees.
Sentinel trees, looming above; what do they know of mortal love?
Seeking my answers, face tilted above; what do they know of mortal love?
~Trees rustling their melancholy song; never forget to keep moving along.
~Don't falter, don't dawdle, run to the light; it's your life, it's worth the fight.
~Your strength & your peace are trapped within; selfish indulgence, embrace your sin.
Sentinal trees, looming above; what do they know of mortal love?
Seeking for answers, face tilted above; what do they know of mortal love?
~Unwaveringly strong, unbending & proud; the thoughts in my head are much too loud.
~I sit below, gazing up at the trees; their wisdom & beauty bring me to my knees.
~Their liberating song--how I wish to sing; my voice is muted, what pain it brings.
~Electric air, wind dancing with my hair; this renewed fire is too much to bear.
Sentinel trees, looming above; what do they know of mortal love?
Seeking my answers, face tilted above; what do they know of mortal love?
~The silence engulfs me, trying to mend; learn from the trees, don't give in & bend.
~Breathe it all in, can't give up & die; you'll never know unless you try.
~You are who you pretend to be; be sure that you choose carefully.
~Life is worth living--I should be dancing, but it won't wait for me; hesitate & you'll be left, waiting beneath the trees.
Sentinel trees, looming above; what do they know of mortal love?
Seeking my answers, face tilted above; what do they know of mortal love?
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
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.
~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.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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.
~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.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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...
~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...
Sunday, May 11, 2008
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...
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...
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