Quote

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excited the sensitive soul to tears. 


Edgar Allen Poe  

How do you?

How can you put into words what you have, when you never thought you would have it?
How can you describe something you've gotten that you accepted you would never get?
How do you handle getting what you have always wanted when you've gone with out for so long?

You just do.

What should I do?

I think of what you did to me and what I wanted you to do,
I cannot decide if I love you or I hate you.
You hurt me deeper than anyone before you,
I want to hurt you back and make you bleed.
I want to love you and hear your voice again,
I want things to be like they once were.
My heart sings for peace, but my mind screams for war.
Do I love our past or hate your memory,
Can I hold on to your hope or throw away your heart?
Do I live with you or die with me?
What should I do?

Where?

Where is the voice to say enough? Where is the voice that will rise up and guide us? Where is the voice that even the quiet must listen to? The voice that speaks without uttering a word. Where is the voice that will open eyes, minds and hearts? Where is the voice that we will wake up to? The voice that will make us see where we truly are and how we can escape? Torture, rape, murder, decay, death. People using and abusing each other. People hating just to hate. Who will save us from this pit we are in? Where is the voice who will end the darkness and bring hope? Where is the voice that will rise up and say when? We need a voice. Where is it? Who does it belong to? Will we be waiting forever?

Generation X

I am a member of what people call 'Generation X'. Why are we called Generation X? I think it is because there is nothing else to be. Where is the voice to listen to? Where are the leaders? The Ideas that change the world? Where are the Dr. Martin Luther Kings, the Malcolm X's, The Roosevelt's of our time? All the good ideas have been thought and sold. All the good themes used up and turned into theme parks. Who is there to look up to? Where are the fists in the air, the marching feet, the sound of will and individuality? There seems to be just this nothingness ahead of us. We are surrounded by mutiny instead of unity. Where are the ones to lead the change, and make the differences in the world? Everything is overdone and used up. What is left for us? Where are those who will stand? Those who will make tomorrow? Where are we? We are not Generation X by choice, there is just nothing else to be.

Corners

The loneliest place in the world

Is an empty corner.

Your life, the world, and the ones you love

Are behind you.

Nothing and no one beside you,

Nothing and no one in front of you.

A dead end.

An empty corner.

In loving memory

Gone But Not Forgotten.

Rest In Peace

Brandon Bruce Lee

Story

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a tiny house in the middle of a great big field. Every day she spent alone. Then one day, as the young girl was looking out her window, she saw a great ox walking past her house. The young girl went outside and called to the ox "Mr. Ox, Mr. Ox. I am just sitting to tea and I would be honored if you would be my guest. Would you join me?" The ox was so surprised, for he was not used to being spoken to so politely, that he agreed immediately. But the ox was so big and the house so small that the only thing he could fit in the door was his great nose. The ox pushed and pushed, but he could not get in. The young girl took hold of the great ring in his nose and pulled and pulled, but the ox could not get in. Then together the ox pushed and pushed and the girl pulled and pulled. Great cracks began to form in the door way, the walls and the ceiling, still the ox could not get through. So the ox gave one final push and the young girl gave one final pull, as they did this the cracks grew and the house fell down all around them. The girl climbed atop the great ox's back and together they rode into the setting sun, never to be parted. In time they were married and they lived happily ever after.

Quote from : The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles

Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Not Alone.

As I stand on the edge of this building, I look down
Just like they say I should not.
I look far and wide at the world in front of me.
I see them.
I see all those people walking, moving, trying to live,
Trying to survive.
I see pain, sadness and fear.
I see you.
Your eyes give you away.
I see you screaming for help
I hear you falling under the weight you carry.
I don't know you,
You don't know me,
But
I am here.
I am not afraid.
Take my hand,
Walk beside me
No matter where the road takes us, you are not alone.


Take my strength
Make it yours
Together we will shoulder this weight,
Together we will take on the world.
Take my courage
Make it yours
Together we will rise above
Together we will overcome
Take my heart
Make it yours
Together we will press on
Together we will survive.
I am here.
I am not afraid.
Take my hand,
Walk beside me
No matter where the road takes us, you are not alone.


Together we will stand
We will never give up.
We will never give in.
We will never surrender.
We will stand against any storm.
We will stand against every hurt, every fear, every sadness
Together we will break out of any cage.
Even the sky cannot be our limit,
Because nothing will hold us back.
Nothing will hold us down.
I am here.
I am not afraid.
Take my hand,
Walk beside me
No matter where the road takes us, you are not alone.


As I step away from this ledge, I will take you with me.
As we walk among those people, we will take them with us.
Together we will stand
Together we will live.
We are here.
We are not afraid.
Take our hands,
Walk beside us
No matter where the road takes us, we are together.
We are not alone.

Fire

I sit all alone in this room,
Watching.
My Love is taking shape before my eyes,
The shape of flame and smoke.
I have written you a love letter.
Nothing else is strong enough to hold my emotion.
What I feel has become so great,
Only fire is strong enough now.
Only fire can tell you my heart the right way.
I have written this for you.
My love is the pen, the flame is my ink.
My words breath and finally.... they live.
They rise in the smoke, carried away by the wind.
The wind, my faithful messenger.
Can you hear it, smell it, taste it?
It comes to you in the breeze, it's all for you.
The ash touches you as I wish to,
Soft and barely.
You close your eyes and embrace the warmth, I am with you.
I watch my words rise and grow around me,
Every flickering, rolling flame for you.
Eternal love.
I sit here and let the words consume me,
Every inch of they and me becoming one.
With my last breath I whisper the final line of my letter to the wind.
Hear me when I say
I love you.

Just as my love grows so have the embers become a roaring song.
It's all for you, my love, it's all for you.

Another Question.

Why is it that people find it strange that my brother and I go on dates together? My brother and I are extremely close. Sure we fight and get mad at each other as all siblings do, but at the end of every day we are still very, very close. We do many things together, including going out. I take him on dates and he takes me on dates. Usually a dinner, a movie and perhaps a walk in the park. Why is that strange? Why do people disapprove? It is almost like a person is not supposed to be friends with their brothers or sisters. Like it is normal to not like each other. And if siblings do have feelings for each other, people say it is wrong or inappropriate. Honestly my brother and I are as close as we can be without sex. We do hold hands and we talk and we joke and we spend a lot of time together. I don't think it is wrong. I simply don't understand why people think it is.

W. H. Alden

I and the people know,
What all school children learn
Those to whom evil is done,
Do evil in return.

Question

Is it strange that I have begun posing for fetish photographs? I have fallen in love with this. Such a beautiful feeling.

Letter to them

Dear haters, protesters, unsupporters of war,

It has come to my attention that many so called Americans are rising up and voicing out. Now usually this news would excite me, but I have discovered that this uprising is not against enemies or those with ill intentions against us, but it is an uprising against our own soldiers. I, for one, am confused and outraged by this. How can you do this? How can you possibly wish ill things on our soldiers? Our defenders against those who would hurt us? You gather and speak out against war and those who fight it, yet you yourself are to cowardly to defend your own country. How can you call yourselves American? You claim to be but your actions say completely different. You say you have the right to gather wherever you like and you have the right to freedom of speech. Your correct, you do have these rights, but these rights were given to you by SOLDIERS!!! Every right you enjoy in this country was bought and paid for by a soldier, the very people you are protesting against. Soldiers are the ones that have kept us Americans, if not for them where would this country be? Again, how can you call yourselves American? You can hate war all you like, but do not hate the ones with the courage and strength to fight it. These fighters have sacrificed their time with family and friends, their homes and their lives for people they do not even know and you dare to call them killers and murderers and hold signs that say 'Thank God for dead soldiers'. You spit, walk, and stand on our flag and still claim to love this country. The next time you decide that you want rise up against a defender of this country, remember they are fighting for YOU. How dare you, how dare you turn your back on them. Shame on you.

Sincerly,
Me.

I have a message for all those who have the nerve to look down on our soldiers, those who dare speak out against them. IF YOU WILL NOT STAND BEHIND OUR SOLDIERS THEN BY ALL MEANS, FEEL FREE TO STAND IN FRONT OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!! This is me and I am PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN.

W.B. Yeats

But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

Day of Days

Here, on this day, this day of days,
The night is done,
And in the dawn we see
The enemy waiting before us,
The bodies of our fallen brethren around us
Washed in rivers of blood,
The air thick with the cries of pain, cries of fear.
Doubt grips me and I wonder:
How can I do this?
What can I change?
What can I do?
Here, on this day, this day of days,
Mercy smiles on me
And I see that I am not just me,
For beside me stands my brother.
His strength becomes my strength,
My strength becomes another's strength,
His strength becomes another's strength,
And his strength becomes our strength.
We brethren become one.
Together we stand,
In the face of our enemy,
We stand side by side,
Strong and resolute.
One step we take together,
Another, and another.
One step to conquer fear,
One step to conquer doubt,
One step to conquer ourselves.
As one, no barrier can hold us,
No obstacle can stop us.
And as we raise our eyes, we see it.
We see what fear had placed beyond our reach.
Victory.
Now, finally, as our fear melts away
Victory is in our grasp.
Victory will be ours.
Here, on this day, this day of days,
Victory is ours.

Weapon

The greatest weapon in all of time
Is not made of metal nor wood nor hand.
It is man's tongue,
And even hell cannot defeat it.

Breath

I see it's power all around me.
Unstoppable, untamed.
This wind.
I cannot run from it
I cannot hide from it.
It is immortal.
It carries each of us.
Every sigh we make with each emotion.
The breath we take with each day.
Each exhale joins the body of the wind.
We come together.
Strangers are forever intertwined.
Lovers forever one.
The breath of thousands.
The breath of the earth.
Every time we breath
The earth breaths with us.
In this wind we shall leave our mark
In this wind we shall leave our footprint.
In this wind we shall be immortal.

Incredible

Today I was browsing the untamed Internet and I came across something that brought tears to my eyes. It was a sight of the most beautiful photography I have ever seen. The tears in my eyes were born from absolute amazement and adoration. How incredible it was, every picture, every pose, every face, every theme. It was a site of photography by
Mr. Leonard Nimoy of Star Trek fame. What vision and talent he has. His work is beautiful beyond words. Tears of joy still haunt my eyes whenever I think of those lovely works. I have new hope that there is still real beauty in this world. A long lost smile has been brought to my face, and tonight I will greet sleep with a lightened heart.