Monday, July 30, 2007

spotlight miniatures

it says: she was crying

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

stormy weather

Have you ever had a dream that you think is so real that when you wake up it takes a few minutes to convince yourself that it was only a dream? It is so easy through any period of turmoil or severe weather conditions, to believe that it will never end, and that the storm will not pass. Well, it does, and it will. Awareness and safety are key. When storm clouds gather on the horizon, it's not foolish to batten down the hatches, and prepare. Life is a sea of changes, and each one of us are sailors riding the waves. Like life, the sea may not be fair, but when damaged by the storm we can rebuild and heal. If we see fellow sailors in distress, we must reach out and cast a line; you never know when you may need the same. We may all sail our own individual ships, still, we are all part of the armada of souls, searching for a safe port. Yet, the normal folks are beginning to have a hard time distinguishing science fiction from real life - the fine line between both is starting to fade. Trouble always seems like "someone else's problem" until it arrives at our own front door. There are many things in life that we don't have control over, but our perception of them, we do. This perception affects our state of mind and in doing so, we choose whether to rejoice in the light, or lurk in the shadows. It never ceases to amaze me how two people can look at the same picture and come away with two totally opposite viewpoints of what their eyes have seen. Interpretation is incorporated into just about everything we encounter in life. The affects of these interpretations place us on an emotional scale where joy and freedom sits at the top, and fear and despair reigns at the bottom. Whether we choose it or not, we accept a belief system to live by. The learning of life is the ultimate art. So many express it in so many ways. The imperfections of Humanity may not be expected to get it totally right, but they are expected to try. Each generation is expected to become better than the previous. We are supposed to perch on the shoulders of those who came before, until one day we can see the clouds of heaven. There can be no art, if we are not learning, and there can be no learning, if we have no art. Through stormy weather, just when we feel lost, out of the dark cuts the beams of light from the lighthouse - rays of hope, that can bring us to shore. No matter how dark the day, rest assured, there is always the light that says we are never alone.

Friday, July 06, 2007

an anticipation for precipitation

You had my heart and we'll never be world apart. Maybe in magazines - but you'll still be my star. Baby cause in the dark you can see shiny cars and that's when you need me there with you I'll always share, because... when the sun shines - we'll shine together; told you I'll be here forever, that I'll always be your friend; took an oath - I'mma stick it out 'till the end, now that it's raining more than ever, know that we still have each other - you can stand under my umbrella. These fancy things will never come in between, you're part of my entity here for infinity. When the war has took it's part, when the world has dealt it's cards if the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart, because... when the sun shines - we'll shine together; told you I'll be here forever, that I'll always be your friend; took an oath - I'mma stick it out 'till the end, now that it's raining more than ever, know that we still have each other - you can stand under my umbrella. You can run into my arms, it's okay don't be alarmed. Come into me. So gonna let the rain pour - I'll be all you need and more, because... when the sun shines - we'll shine together; told you I'll be here forever, that I'll always be your friend; took an oath - I'mma stick it out 'till the end, now that it's raining more than ever, know that we still have each other - you can stand under my umbrella.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

tough people don't cry

I cry easily and regularly. It runs in the family, all of us cry, not over being physically hurt but mostly about emotional things. I cry when I watch the news sometimes because the suffering I see is so upsetting. I can't watch anything about what's happening to the people in war without crying. I cry when I think about the fact that my dog can barely see or hear and won't be with me much longer. I sometimes shed tears of joy. None of this has anything to do with a man's true inner strength. It's partly genetic, partly cultural, partly the quirks of personality, but there are very tough men who cry and plenty of wimps who cry too. I cry all the time, I'm crying right now. It takes a lot of emotion for me to cry, so it's not that I think it not up to par to cry. It just takes a lot to get me that far (people are different). I don't cry all that often, but certain things make me cry. I cried in crying bursts for months after a friend of mine died. I loved her so much and I was devastated that I would no longer be able to look into her beautiful blue eyes and chat with her about everything under the sun. I cry if my friends cry, even if I don't know why. If they're crying somethings going on because it's rare and it upsets me greatly to see them upset. I get lumpy and my eyes well up. I choke up. The other things that makes me weep is seeing a father and son showing affection for each other. I don't have that and I wish I could have experienced that. It sounds like I cry a lot. I don't really I think, but those things or situations above do make me cry. I think a true man is completely honest with his feelings. So, yes, real people do cry. I don't think I could be with a man who is unable to show his emotion through tears, be them happy tears or sad tears. Crying is a natural human emotion. I'm thankful for tears. Tears are some of the strongest "words" I've ever heard men speak. Crying just means you're human.
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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

najbolje

sad da te vidim ne bih te poznao
lepote tvoje zeljan sam ostao
znam da sa tobom sve sam izgubio
al' kad te sanjam ne bih se budio
not one of my best nor one of my muses but thinkin in common of one who deserve in the hope of being forgiven in the name of keep it safe 'n close in touch as good as gone as good as been on the deepest inside every split inch and clear instant