Ahhis this the other end of my brain (said the spider to the fly)? Though you may be sleeping, and I am awake the world may be a bit off-centered, but I have fairy dust faith in saying that we will surely overcorrect the damage done, with enthusiasm adventures awaiting you and I, or me and you, (a.e.i.o.u and sometimes why?) in the midst of the maze only to be had with caf o mania and cackles o plenty protruding from bellies beyond anything anyone is even knowledgeable of thus, my associate wake and we shall tread on the world in style leaving no doors to barricade our wanderlust vision. The Ghostbusters are creeping closer and closer but have yet to find me (safely wedged in my cubicle). Shhhh, its a secret, do not tell them where I am located. I beg of you, youre forefathers and the voices (in your head, or was it mine) for the being of my safety harness is in jeopardy!!! It was a close call yesterday, phew! They were clinging to my exhaust pipe on my sleek black samurai Hummer honda, while I trailed up hwy 52 home but I got em, I got em good too! A teardrop on the dark side of the moon life I live, strumming along with my tires on the pavement for this is one wild hwy I travel. Some days it feels more like a wave coaster, but sadly I think this only when I am stuck in auto pilot for the sea monkeys have invaded my common sense and all is lost to the unknown of King Kong and his endless growing infatuation with lima beans. I will eat you alive, I mumble.
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Silver clouds create pressure on the air which I breathe
Small stints of comedic relief wither and wane
Undeviating reminders of unpleasing times
Wasting time over things which will never be
Darkness holds on as light begins to creep through the crack
Suggestions of simplicity in a world of complications are welcome
Rhythms catch my toes to tap
Sincerity goes a long way in retrospect of a person's day
Wrapped inside the safeness of arms
Love equals warmth
My heart is built of pleasure & pain and inside my brain I hate that some days it all seems the same
TRS 05'
"until I can find me, I'll be what I am" -crooked fingers
5.24.2006
2.12.2006
piano keys- a poem
Piano keys play, I watch the notes gracefully drift away with the breeze.
I hear a child laugh in the distance.
My feet are dancing, dancing around, continuously spinning as if I were floating.
All feels blissful.
Under the vast night sky I tilt my head back, gazing upon the full moon shining ever so brightly… as if it were lighting a path for me to dance along.
I continue spinning, around and around.
Arms stretched out into the atmosphere.
My finger tips so gently caressing the apple blossoms that are in bloom and smell so inviting.
Bare feet in the grass it’s dewy from the night.
I love being bare foot; it reminds me of childhood, memories of innocence and purity.
Between being bare foot in the dewy grass and spinning gazing out to the sky... tears stream down my cheeks as I smile at the moon.
Faster and faster I spin everything is becoming a blur.
All is meshed together... for where it started and where it ends I do not know.
I fall reflective I lay here breathing, all is quiet and calm.
I am serene and will continue on through this journey that I am dancing along. May one day elsewhere I encounter you (the moon), and we will dance again amongst the dew drops, and scent of apple blossoms.
I hear a child laugh in the distance.
My feet are dancing, dancing around, continuously spinning as if I were floating.
All feels blissful.
Under the vast night sky I tilt my head back, gazing upon the full moon shining ever so brightly… as if it were lighting a path for me to dance along.
I continue spinning, around and around.
Arms stretched out into the atmosphere.
My finger tips so gently caressing the apple blossoms that are in bloom and smell so inviting.
Bare feet in the grass it’s dewy from the night.
I love being bare foot; it reminds me of childhood, memories of innocence and purity.
Between being bare foot in the dewy grass and spinning gazing out to the sky... tears stream down my cheeks as I smile at the moon.
Faster and faster I spin everything is becoming a blur.
All is meshed together... for where it started and where it ends I do not know.
I fall reflective I lay here breathing, all is quiet and calm.
I am serene and will continue on through this journey that I am dancing along. May one day elsewhere I encounter you (the moon), and we will dance again amongst the dew drops, and scent of apple blossoms.
12.19.2005
In loving memory...
An Irish Blessing
May the road rise to meet you,May the wind be always at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,The rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of his hand.May God be with you and bless you:May you see your children's children.May you be poor in misfortune,Rich in blessings.May you know nothing but happinessFrom this day forward.May the road rise up to meet youMay the wind be always at your backMay the warm rays of sun fall upon your homeAnd may the hand of a friend always be near.May green be the grass you walk on,May blue be the skies above you,May pure be the joys that surround you,May true be the hearts that love you.
In loving memory of John C. Buck 1952-2005
You were a beautiful man, may you smile always and forever more, I love you so much- you will be greatly missed. You taught me so many things about life, love, and laughter... I shall not forget. I carry you in my heart. Thank you for everything you brought into the lives and hearts of those that knew you, your spirit will live on.
May the road rise to meet you,May the wind be always at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,The rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of his hand.May God be with you and bless you:May you see your children's children.May you be poor in misfortune,Rich in blessings.May you know nothing but happinessFrom this day forward.May the road rise up to meet youMay the wind be always at your backMay the warm rays of sun fall upon your homeAnd may the hand of a friend always be near.May green be the grass you walk on,May blue be the skies above you,May pure be the joys that surround you,May true be the hearts that love you.
In loving memory of John C. Buck 1952-2005
You were a beautiful man, may you smile always and forever more, I love you so much- you will be greatly missed. You taught me so many things about life, love, and laughter... I shall not forget. I carry you in my heart. Thank you for everything you brought into the lives and hearts of those that knew you, your spirit will live on.
9.21.2005
wednesday's 411
Here's some info on me, you may or may not know:
(Thanks 4 the idea Cyn!)
1. Things made with milk make me ill.
2. I am literally the mailman's kid and also the red-headed stepchild.
3. I hope I’m as fun, patient and imaginative as my mother was when I was a child, with my children.
4. I believe in superstitions and karma.
5. I have 5 tattoos- 2 I like, 3 I don’t really care for (hindsight is 20/20).
6. I am a klutz.
7. My family, friends and cats mean everything to me.
8. I used to be in choir (& pretty good), I sang a duet in my Jr. High talent show and won. I was then asked to sing at our 9th gr. graduation/ formal dance.
9. I have a really hard time talking with people who have “jacked” teeth, I just find myself staring.
10. The song “Do You Realize” by the Flaming Lips always gives me goose bumps.
11. I wish I knew how to play acoustic guitar.
12. I have noticeable scars on my arms and hands, but do not wish for them to disappear for they tell a story of who I once was.
13. I find M.C. Escher, Salvador Dali and Dr. Suess’s work inspiring.
14. I have 4 birthmarks (only one is obvious).
15. when i sleep i have to have my feet tucked under the covers cause i'm afraid that something will get them if they aren't... but i hate having the blankets tucked into the bed
16. My favorite smells: crisp air (fall), my grandma, bonfires, lilacs, Jericho and the ocean.
17. Ever since I was a child and every once in awhile now, I have a recurring dream that Captain Hook is chasing my through the field of my Jr. High, but he will never show me his hook.
18. I enjoy taking pictures of people (faces mainly) whether I know them or not, I also doodle. Secretly, I dream someone will notice my work and pay me to doodle and take pictures all day.
19. I don’t like breathing in enclosed/ tight spaces, I feel like I can’t get enough fresh oxygen and start to freak out (I've never understood people who can sleep with the blankets over their head).
20. When I think of my life, the phrase that sums it up is “chaos vs. simplicity.”
(Thanks 4 the idea Cyn!)
1. Things made with milk make me ill.
2. I am literally the mailman's kid and also the red-headed stepchild.
3. I hope I’m as fun, patient and imaginative as my mother was when I was a child, with my children.
4. I believe in superstitions and karma.
5. I have 5 tattoos- 2 I like, 3 I don’t really care for (hindsight is 20/20).
6. I am a klutz.
7. My family, friends and cats mean everything to me.
8. I used to be in choir (& pretty good), I sang a duet in my Jr. High talent show and won. I was then asked to sing at our 9th gr. graduation/ formal dance.
9. I have a really hard time talking with people who have “jacked” teeth, I just find myself staring.
10. The song “Do You Realize” by the Flaming Lips always gives me goose bumps.
11. I wish I knew how to play acoustic guitar.
12. I have noticeable scars on my arms and hands, but do not wish for them to disappear for they tell a story of who I once was.
13. I find M.C. Escher, Salvador Dali and Dr. Suess’s work inspiring.
14. I have 4 birthmarks (only one is obvious).
15. when i sleep i have to have my feet tucked under the covers cause i'm afraid that something will get them if they aren't... but i hate having the blankets tucked into the bed
16. My favorite smells: crisp air (fall), my grandma, bonfires, lilacs, Jericho and the ocean.
17. Ever since I was a child and every once in awhile now, I have a recurring dream that Captain Hook is chasing my through the field of my Jr. High, but he will never show me his hook.
18. I enjoy taking pictures of people (faces mainly) whether I know them or not, I also doodle. Secretly, I dream someone will notice my work and pay me to doodle and take pictures all day.
19. I don’t like breathing in enclosed/ tight spaces, I feel like I can’t get enough fresh oxygen and start to freak out (I've never understood people who can sleep with the blankets over their head).
20. When I think of my life, the phrase that sums it up is “chaos vs. simplicity.”
9.02.2005
todays music & doodle
Iron & Wine- Woman KingStephen Marley- Hey Baby
Mos Def- Umi Says
Razorlight- Golden Touch
A Perfect Circle- Imagine
Root City Band- Sleepwalk
A Tribe Called Quest- Award Tour
The Bens- Just Pretend
Blackalicious- Make You Feel That Way
Fiona Apple- Shadow Boxer
Alicia Keys- Harlem’s Nocturne
Citizen Cope- A Bullet And A Target
Ween- Buenas Tardes Amigo
8.24.2005
8.21.2005
Ode to the tenants of "apartment 106"
hehe... this goes out to deuce and joe.
oh, tenants of 106 you act like fools, but i cannot picture life without you. so many stories to hard to pick one... this picture will do for the imaginations of some.
can't wait till the next time we meet again, for the uncontrolable laughter never ends!
8.05.2005
7.22.2005
gypsy- queen of the cat universe
I love my cat, Gypsy! She is more like a dog than anything else, she hogs the pillow at night (yes, she sleeps on my pillow) and is now extremely spoiled... thanks to Jericho- but I wouldn't change her personality for the world.
7.17.2005
Sunday, Sunday.... oh sweet Sunday
Sundays were meant for relaxing, at least in my opinion. The week is filled structure and schedule enough that I enjoy the fact I try not to plan anything on Sundays. It feels good to wing-it, lay on the couch with Gypsy and watch a movie when its 92 degrees and wicked humid outside. Days like this last week make me really excited for fall.
7.12.2005
the fridge list
The fridge list is a blank piece of paper placed on the fridge and when someone says a word (i.e. a made up word) or horribly mispronounces a word then said persons name and the word that they said are then placed on this list for all to see.
It’s rather entertaining and humiliating at the same time… especially if you swear the word your saying is actually a word. Example: last night some friends and I were at my house hanging out… some went to leave and we were talking about possibly going to play laser tag and I was like… “Yeah, I will totally vouge for laser tag!!!” all excited I’d been introduced to a new activity to do this winter with friends. Jangles, mister dictionary himself looks at me and goes… “What did you say?” so I repeated myself again and he says… “You mean you’ll vouch for laser tag, right?” and I go… “No, its vouge…” and he’s starts laughing. Long story shortened- I’ve been saying vouge for vouch my whole life and absolutely had no idea that I was wrong.
Now the question is… can you speak Teresa?
It’s rather entertaining and humiliating at the same time… especially if you swear the word your saying is actually a word. Example: last night some friends and I were at my house hanging out… some went to leave and we were talking about possibly going to play laser tag and I was like… “Yeah, I will totally vouge for laser tag!!!” all excited I’d been introduced to a new activity to do this winter with friends. Jangles, mister dictionary himself looks at me and goes… “What did you say?” so I repeated myself again and he says… “You mean you’ll vouch for laser tag, right?” and I go… “No, its vouge…” and he’s starts laughing. Long story shortened- I’ve been saying vouge for vouch my whole life and absolutely had no idea that I was wrong.
Now the question is… can you speak Teresa?
7.11.2005
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