The Hallowed Mask
The hallowed mask,
This shallow cast,
That rests upon my face
It hides away
The shades of gray
That nothing can erase
But no more lies,
It can't disguise
The thing I truly crave
Its tender sound
I've lost and found,
For I am love's true slave.
Written 10.31.09 @ 11:14 PM
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
What We Are.
What We Are
Today we are what we love
The sand, the earth, the sky
But love is not enough
And neither am I.
Written 10.30.09 @ 11:48 PM
Today we are what we love
The sand, the earth, the sky
But love is not enough
And neither am I.
Written 10.30.09 @ 11:48 PM
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Autumn Love and Death.
Autumn Love and Death
Another leaf and my heart will burst
[A crimson leaf twirls past.]
Another wind gust and I'll simply faint
[This gust won't be the last.]
My heart is still but fast.
Written 10.29.09 @ 11:49 PM
Another leaf and my heart will burst
[A crimson leaf twirls past.]
Another wind gust and I'll simply faint
[This gust won't be the last.]
My heart is still but fast.
Written 10.29.09 @ 11:49 PM
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Southern Exodus/The Northern Happiness.
The Southern Exodus/The Northern Happiness
They were an ordinary family. Two parents. Hardworking, loving, middle-class, selfless, and aging. Several children, a mixture of boys and a few girls. All clothed, fed, educated, disciplined, respected, and loved. Years back, they decided to take on an adventure together. To move to the north. They felt in their hearts that the journey would erase their troubles and give them new hope. It would change them all. And it did. But in ways different than they dreamed.
They made the move successfully. All their persons were safe and in one piece. But the years to come were not as successful or beautiful as the original dreams that had brought them there. Job losses, prolonged unemployment, illnesses, hospital stays, grandparents passing, high-risk pregnancies, piling bills, sparse groceries, and a crowded apartment. This ordinary family, full of adventure and dreams, was hit with one punch after another. Each one more forceful and gutwrenching than the last. And as time went on, they began to wonder if their daring to dream was worth all this ruin.
But hope can save the anguished soul. One day they got a phone call that their maternal grandmother, who had passed since the start of their adventure, had left a bank account in the name of her daughter. And it had a sizeable sum of money. Not certain but optimistic, they believed it could be enough to buy the family their very own house. The first since their exodus from the south. And they felt that maybe, just maybe, this could be a token of their former happiness. The very kind they unknowingly lost in their climb to the north.
A few months went by, and after seemingly aimless and fruitless house hunting, they innocently stumbled upon a ripe peach one day. It was still young and not quite perfect. But it was bursting with potential. The kind that made their homesick eyes sparkle for the first time in years. Dealing and negotiating was done, and anxiety, worry, and stress was had. But in the end, the seller's gave way. And the family won back a token of their past.
Every day following they spent preparing the house, this new treasure of their lovesick hearts. Cleaning, taping, painting, wiring, building, and tweaking. And minute by minute, day by day, they gained an ounce more of their happiness back. With every scrub, every vacuum, every stroke of the brush, renewed joy seeped its way into their lives. For they finally had the one thing they had so heedlessly cast aside and left behind. The very thing they came in search of, not realizing that it exists not in a place but in your heart. They had a home.
Written 10.27.09 @ 11:53 PM
They were an ordinary family. Two parents. Hardworking, loving, middle-class, selfless, and aging. Several children, a mixture of boys and a few girls. All clothed, fed, educated, disciplined, respected, and loved. Years back, they decided to take on an adventure together. To move to the north. They felt in their hearts that the journey would erase their troubles and give them new hope. It would change them all. And it did. But in ways different than they dreamed.
They made the move successfully. All their persons were safe and in one piece. But the years to come were not as successful or beautiful as the original dreams that had brought them there. Job losses, prolonged unemployment, illnesses, hospital stays, grandparents passing, high-risk pregnancies, piling bills, sparse groceries, and a crowded apartment. This ordinary family, full of adventure and dreams, was hit with one punch after another. Each one more forceful and gutwrenching than the last. And as time went on, they began to wonder if their daring to dream was worth all this ruin.
But hope can save the anguished soul. One day they got a phone call that their maternal grandmother, who had passed since the start of their adventure, had left a bank account in the name of her daughter. And it had a sizeable sum of money. Not certain but optimistic, they believed it could be enough to buy the family their very own house. The first since their exodus from the south. And they felt that maybe, just maybe, this could be a token of their former happiness. The very kind they unknowingly lost in their climb to the north.
A few months went by, and after seemingly aimless and fruitless house hunting, they innocently stumbled upon a ripe peach one day. It was still young and not quite perfect. But it was bursting with potential. The kind that made their homesick eyes sparkle for the first time in years. Dealing and negotiating was done, and anxiety, worry, and stress was had. But in the end, the seller's gave way. And the family won back a token of their past.
Every day following they spent preparing the house, this new treasure of their lovesick hearts. Cleaning, taping, painting, wiring, building, and tweaking. And minute by minute, day by day, they gained an ounce more of their happiness back. With every scrub, every vacuum, every stroke of the brush, renewed joy seeped its way into their lives. For they finally had the one thing they had so heedlessly cast aside and left behind. The very thing they came in search of, not realizing that it exists not in a place but in your heart. They had a home.
Written 10.27.09 @ 11:53 PM
Monday, October 26, 2009
Like the Wind.
Like the Wind
Today I helped watch my three nephews. The oldest of them, blue-eyed and fair-haired Kason, was walking around quietly with his hands in his pockets - looking somewhat sad for a normally jubilant three-year-old. This is what proceeded:
Kason: "Mom, Dillon's really upset to me."
Lindsay: "Dillon's really upset with you?"
Kason: "Yeah."
Lindsay: "Why is Dillon really upset with you?"
Kason: "Cause I hit his arm when I was running like the wind."
He did it accidentally. And he felt guilty enough to tell his Mama the truth, which means quite a bit. He then apologized to Dillon (who is one of his many uncles), and everything was fine. But this young boy never ceases to amaze me with his brilliant mind and sweet little heart. ♥
Written 10.26.09 @ 6:00 PM
Today I helped watch my three nephews. The oldest of them, blue-eyed and fair-haired Kason, was walking around quietly with his hands in his pockets - looking somewhat sad for a normally jubilant three-year-old. This is what proceeded:
Kason: "Mom, Dillon's really upset to me."
Lindsay: "Dillon's really upset with you?"
Kason: "Yeah."
Lindsay: "Why is Dillon really upset with you?"
Kason: "Cause I hit his arm when I was running like the wind."
He did it accidentally. And he felt guilty enough to tell his Mama the truth, which means quite a bit. He then apologized to Dillon (who is one of his many uncles), and everything was fine. But this young boy never ceases to amaze me with his brilliant mind and sweet little heart. ♥
Written 10.26.09 @ 6:00 PM
Inner Child.
Inner Child
I am a child, through and through
Time can't take that away from you
My mind is bright with drawings and dreams
And my heart is light with wondrous feelings
Forever and on, whether wrinkled or fair
I will always love, and laugh, and scare
As only a child can truly do
For I am a child, through and through.
Written 10.25.09 @ 11:58 PM
I am a child, through and through
Time can't take that away from you
My mind is bright with drawings and dreams
And my heart is light with wondrous feelings
Forever and on, whether wrinkled or fair
I will always love, and laugh, and scare
As only a child can truly do
For I am a child, through and through.
Written 10.25.09 @ 11:58 PM
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Indebted to Each Other.
Indebted to Each Other
We live in debt
Of many things
Money, courage, love;
Nothing is original,
Only borrowed or reused
We cannot take
Full credit
For the givings in our lives;
No one can truly hide
From the force that we exude
Upon each other
Our lives are part of one another
And we live in debt, together.
Written 10.24.09 @ 10:22 PM
We live in debt
Of many things
Money, courage, love;
Nothing is original,
Only borrowed or reused
We cannot take
Full credit
For the givings in our lives;
No one can truly hide
From the force that we exude
Upon each other
Our lives are part of one another
And we live in debt, together.
Written 10.24.09 @ 10:22 PM
Friday, October 23, 2009
The Brother.
The Brother
Young brother,
Though you loathe
Routine and great control
You must break this hold
Of anger on your soul
Your life
Will outlast mine
In the flurry of our time
So treasure all that's thine
Or else I shall resign
To feeling that my life
Was just a failed design.
Written 10.23.09 @ 11:15 PM
Young brother,
Though you loathe
Routine and great control
You must break this hold
Of anger on your soul
Your life
Will outlast mine
In the flurry of our time
So treasure all that's thine
Or else I shall resign
To feeling that my life
Was just a failed design.
Written 10.23.09 @ 11:15 PM
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