Tuesday, May 6, 2008

And she wept rivers of sparkling blue diamonds. She wept more than the waterfalls and the oceans combined.
Her sobs echoed through the oldest mountains and the tallest trees.

"Why are you crying?" said a very old man.

"Because the world is filled with such sadness and desperation, there is no hope."
He observed her for awhile and said, "Even if the skies turn dark and the stars don't shine, even if shadows lurk and winter reigns, there will always remain your ability to choose for yourself."

"And what do I choose?" she asked quietly.

"You will choose to remain true to your beliefs and your idea of what this world should be. Even if you stand alone with the world's back to you, you will choose to survive. You will survive because you will yourself to stand as a witness to the righteous. You will not give over to fear because the light inside your heart will guide you and prevail even in the darkest of all paths."

And since then, she remembers.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

my ideal guy would be someone who is artistically/musically talented, smart and witty, funny, sarcastic and a bit mysterious
but also good in public situations
and has a decent sense of style
preferably clean and independent
and cares about the little gestures that matter

Friday, May 2, 2008

Heart of the Matter - Don Henley


















I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
I've been tryin to get down
To the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think its about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
The trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things - we kill I guess
Pride and competition
Cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
You know it doesn't keep me warm
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
And the more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought Id figured out
I have to learn again
Ive been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But everything changes
And my friends seem to scatter
But I think its about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you dont love me anymore
There are people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down you know they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you baby; life goes on
You keep carrying that anger; it'll eat you up inside, baby
I've been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thought seem to scatter
But I think its about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me
I've been tryin to get down
To the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinking about forgiveness
Foolish Hindrance

It’s never ever you,

It’s always forever me.

As he looks away

From your tear stricken face.


Her ring flashes brilliantly,

Two babies on her knees.

Dinner reservations for one please,

Just me, smiling apologetically.


In the mirror we stare,

Where the other ego compares,

The inches that bulge everywhere.

You are not the fairest of them all here.


Maybe not today, I’ll win.

Or tomorrow be as toned and thin.

It might be awhile before my luck begins,

And a few reminders to lift up my chin.


I may not have a lot herein,

Two things I do are time and patience.

Let mistakes become a source of guidance,

Soon I’ll be the happiest I’ve ever been.


Wednesday, April 30, 2008


















This summer I plan to...

1. Laugh more
2. Exercise more
3. Read more
4. Travel more
5. Hang out more
6. Be more freer
7. Take things less seriously


I want to believe in fairy tales again... however somber they may be.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

People want what they can't get.
Herculian efforts of a dreamer's disease. I have it.