I am scared and I reach out for you but the storm that moved in makes it so hard to touch
Tend to shiver when I look through blown glass, it been too long since my last cry
Pick up the phone and dial only to hang up, how can I convay how weak my knees get
Healing your open wounds, even mending the scars

Waiting to kill the loneliness created by the blank stares of pairs towards each other
I want to fall, stumble down to the basement, moisture in the air is hard to bare
Makes me want... breath is short...courted by illusions of my purpose

I understand that in my darkness stems a poem's song
You never commented on the heart I place on your bathroom mirror
Go now.. far away.. to fade from before
Doom doom da da...

I made this a couple of months ago... hands have always fascinated me... they carry such a story in them and are so often taken for granted... I hope you enjoy and share it with anyone you think would appreciate it... Thank you!

"I"

I can't help my fingers from sweating droplets of coal.
I can't lend a hand without losing my stand.
I can't listen without closing my eyes.

I miss the me without you.
I miss the inclinations that naturally grab hold.
I miss the tangled web were time did pend.

I deny believing this end.
I deny reading with lack of my purple lens.
I deny the existance of Love's rum.

I use them carelessly.
I lost them instantly.
I struggle to heed.

The forgotten I, that can soar ambiguiously....

By: Anny Ariz

Tender hands tend to land on the shoulders of those they love. Complete reasons appreciate the seasons and hope to help keep them breathing. Saving the world one bag at a time, one smile can plant, one change that ripples a prominent wrinkle into a new borns dimple.

Contemplative

I can; RAN.
I need a tan.
Fried eggs on a iron pan.
Take my batter sense
to pay the tense of commerence.
Rock back, forth
hard rejoice.
Sour tower of choice.. choice..
Read sweet, kneed a heap
Taken for granted
Planted a weed
fertile little suckers
Grow with speed.

Brad Pitt with all his recent private trials and tribulations still got it. BABEL! Is an amazing film which puts things, life and priorities into perpective. Alejandro Gonzalez has captured the human condition delicatley and entirly.
This left me in a profound connections with my thoughts, judgements and ideas of the world that surrounds my daily life aswell as the world that does not directly affect me, but so divides me. Everyone should see this film, an experience not to be missed.

Never Delete my Words
When looking from outer space, it reminds me how small I am in the scheme of things. Amazing it is to feel the surrounding energies.
So fixed on today's tasks have left my goals sore.
Work makes me lazy. A frazzled mind needs a drink to unwind.
Trying to gain my sanity is blasphemy. Look at me in the Eyes and Never Delete my Words. Their sadness can remind even the most lost to find someway back.
Your Temporary happiness has made your Fantasies Permanent.
Constructing movement in order to create a reaction is a dangerous way to live. Consistently, feeding off the pureness of others, provoking.
Soaked in debt to fears of regret. Bet everything on one hand. Stand back against your own false insecurities. All you have left is fear. Immense amounts of fear. Peer through the blind. The kind of pine whose aroma last for hours.
A lost of power, regaining the composure to move forward. Naked disguises. Stretch besides it. War could get ugly. Let us fight together for the same plane. The nature is subside itself. Religion has been crucified. Hold on to faith. It soon faces its most reckless race. Beached the lack of water dries the sand.
Put your ear against the book and feel its pages. Surrender to its moral. The coral now sighs relief as it senses its departure from the fate you thought you could create for it.

"Smile like you mean it" I do Brandon Flowers!

Thursday and a bit rainy, I had a great Halloween as Poison Ivy. So, much fun and it really was enhanced by the company I shared.

Dark chocolate, smooth and silky, foam on top sprinkled with cinnamon.

Let me shut up and share a photo I took at Harrington.

Inspiration

Concentration

I never really Write towards the middle of the day, but a nice breeze flew in so I thought why not. I often wonder who it is I am writing to, I suppose to myself and anyone who will listen. I feel incredibly agile today. For the last couple of weeks it seems my thoughts would never find a cozy spot to settle in. Scattered , all over. Today, things have their color back. The majic only seen when you stop looking for them. I have recently learn two things I thought I knew. The first is the old homage "patience is a virtue". The second is"silence is golden". So, many times I have found myself biting my tongue or wishing I just would of waited a couple of hours, days a moment to respond. Gratefull for the music playing through my ears. I want to share a great big hug with anyone who might need one. I had forgotten how sweet blueberry pancake's taste, BLUEBERRY PANCAKE'S for peet sake. I'm glad to be back, although I never really left. Just drifted, that wind out there is a strong one. So, for my self first and anyone listening. Allow your smile to take you around the world and never ever forget to thank yourself first, yourself first for without you none of this could be as special as it really is. Oh, and don't forget to share!!!

Last night, I watch the most hysterical insane movie. I heart huckabees, what a trip through the pychy. You will laugh your ass off all while trying to keep up with the immense amount of relative information it overwhelms your brain to ponder. A sweet lick of creammy ice-cream. Thank you Luis! This was just what the Doctor ordered.

When looking from outer space, it reminds me how small I am in the scheme of things.

Amazing it is to feel the surrounding energies. So fixed on today's tasks have left my goals sore. Work makes me lazy. A frazzled mind needs a drink to unwind.

Trying to gain my sanity is blasphemy. Look at me in the Eyes and Never Delete my Words. Their sadnees can remind even the most lost to find someway back.

Your Temporary happiness has made your Fantasies Permenant. Constructing movement in order to create a reaction is a dangerous way to live. Consistantly, feeding off the purness of others, provoking.

Soaked in debt to fears of regret . Bet everything on one hand. Stand back againts your own false insecturties. All you have left is fear. Immense amounts of fear. Peer through the blind. The kind of pine whose aroma last for hours.

A lost of power, regaining the compusure to move forward. Naked disguses. Stretch besides it.

War could get ugly. Let us fight together for the same plane. The nature is subside itself. Religion has been crucified. Hold on to faith. It soon faces its most reckless race. Beached the lack of water dries the sand.

Put your ear against the book and feel its pages. Surrender to its moral. The coral now sighes relief as it senses its departure from the fate you thought you could create for it.

"Renaissance" A film by: Christian Volckman

Went to the sceening of this film last night, best film I've experienced all year. The moral, story line and picture was breathtaking. What a refreshing vision. A must see for anyone conscious.

Fall is in the air, the crisp feel is a reminder of the days past. On today more than ever we our encouraged to appreciate, hold our loved ones a bit tighter and live out dreams without sleeping. A great sense of belonging to myself and my evironment enthralls me till no end. I wish I could take the line over the shearwater. Good friends can rest on, for so long the bonds made. Raiding my recipe book for a good concoction. I take out the cinnimon, vanilla and molasses. Flour in my hair gives my cheek bones a glow. His little hands accompany mine in the mixing. Leaves begin to change in attire and apple pie cider has never tasted so sweet. This is a time for change, rebirth, and refocus. Take notice of how the new year ahead will bloom. Roll down a hill, lie flat at the bottom. Worries aside, their is no need for them here with or with out solutions. The green lush will soon be gone and waited upon. Strong limbs can only fly if they see no other way. Warm senitments is where I surround myself. Never thinking for once that time could capture the ground I could never bring myself to frown on.

Why is it that although so many heedings, to stay clear from the fog? I choose to drive right through it. Today's winds push me to think objectivly. Lieing on top of you, I write till no end. I catch my breath and remind myself of the pleasures in being patient. Songs I hear I want to share with you. To be misunderstood has never been so clear before. Constant whining needs to surcease. Time is winding, need to move across an ocean to learn more positions. A coral of life that hides from the sun whom fights to take its color. A small town with loud sounds, with heart enough to fill the sky. Train rides that will take me to the end of the rainbow where I could cool off by dancing in the rain. Wrinkles only exsist in my moans. Tones of the remaining sand make me blush. Playing with it through my fingers, the sea washes it away. Staying awake, while dreaming my needs brings me to the place I see I will be.

STOP AND THINK!

"The real distinction is between those who adapt their purposes to reality and those who seek to mold reality in the light of their purposes"
Henry Kissinger

Can you hear?

The sky tells secretes only the free could hear...

This is the intro to a book I recently was inspired to write...

In a world of fast talk, too many rules and far too many looks. It has become apparent just how hard it is to find let alone hold on to love. People fall asleep while being wide awake and then close their eyes in the precise moment they feel alive. It seems like no matter how hard you may think you know what you are doing, life stops to remind you the control lies on the very thing you can't put your finger on.This a story of a modern love! A love that ends before it has even begun. Not really meant to be understood. Instead, it plays by its own tune. Making you swoon and awe, never allowing you to catch your breath, stopping to caress your cheek just when you want nothing to do with it. The poison before the pearls. It waits patiently for a slip, a bite of your lip. The exact moment to cause the beat to pulsate impatiently. This journey like so many was never meant to be, not fitting anywhere and at the same time what is on the mind in everyway. Letting it in is costly, however, you realize that since its arrival you were open to lose, a bargain that storms in and carries with it up into the sky swirls of everthing you thought you were sure of.......