I'll tell you a secret, but you can't tell a soul 'bout my friend, little freddie, who hides in the grass The first time I passed him I quite almost missed him he blends in so well, it is easy to pass.
He takes me to places I wouldn't be likely to think of as places I want to be near He has introduced me to many a trav'ler and with him I haven't the slightest of fear.
I sit on his head (doesn't that just sound silly?) but he likes it and carries my proudly like that He shows me off happily, likes me to ride him (it's sort of like being his favorite hat!)
I don't tell my school friends, they'd just criticize me and push me and poke me like they always do I don't tell my parents, they say I daydreaming but please be my friend so that I can tell you.
I come here quite often to sit on this hump I travel this path that goes over the bump The grass here is friendly, it tickles my nose when I crawl like an earthworm with bare feet and toes
I swing when I want to, today I will sit I might roll around this here tree for a bit The flowers smell nice even way over here They're magic. When I'm frightened, they take away fear
There's a bird in the tree. He's my friend, yes he is He tells me nice stories from the friends that are his He travels way far, sometimes traveling days Then he comes back and paints worded picture. He says
Young Student Below (that's his name for me, see?) Hear what I have to tell you, listen up carefully I know you cannot travel, your legs are not strong But I'll take you to places, carried there by my song
Then he sings and the magic fills me up head to toe And the images come and the magic does flow He will sit on my shoulder and I stand very tall With my friend singing to me I can walk and not fall
So we visit these places, I see distant lands My best friend, the bird, perching there on my hands I can travel and visit and happily run in the rain, in the snow, best of all: in the sun
Then its time to go home and my bird brings me back to this hump by the bush and the well beaten track Then I hear my mum coming, I know how she feels She is sad as she brings me my chariot wheels
But I climb up and sit there and look at the swing and I wonder what its like to sit there on that thing But the bird is my friend and tells me "let it be" Swings take you flying but my songs set you free.
The past lives in you. The future stretches to infinity before your eyes. Both are within you and within your reach. Take them to heart and breathe their fresh perfume; their intoxicating musk; their life affirming scent. Make them your own, bend them to your will and release them again for the world to behold. You, the creator, have landed again, in yet another new place as old as the last. A new page awaits... a new chapter? A new volume? A new story? No matter... The world will await your steps... Silently, Sometimes without response, Sometimes with quiet accolades, Sometimes with derision, But know that you are felt, that you are part, that you are in the weave of all that is and will be. Welcome home... ... wherever you are and wherever you go.
I try to fit in with those who criticize me I want to believe that I'm worth being here I create a persona, a face that helps hide me so I can walk down the hall hiding my fear
I know that I have things to say that are meaningful things that won't make any sense to your ears It gets very lonely to walk in my footsteps surrounded by chuckles and chortles and jeers
You smile when I walk in the room where you're standing you chuckle to see me look like I belong what right do I have to be, oh, so demanding to hope that you will be my friend?
Did it make you feel better when I made the dumb faces Did it make you feel bigger when I made stupid jokes all the laughs and derision were good to erase this the fact that you don't understand
When I spoke my true mind you refused to believe that my words could hold meaning if you cannot see I reinvented myself just to live and decieve knowing full well you don't understand
It hurts less to be laughed at for making stupid faces and dumb jokes than being scorned for saying things that go over everybody's heads. That way, people are laughing at something that you invented instead of rejecting the real you. 2009/10/04
A purest soul upon a ship that sails the nights within my dreams A face that lights the darkness there that stirs the blood to tarry not The fire that flows from root sincere upon the waves, reflection gleams And emerald pools of depth profound o'er which a war is easily fought
A visage, yet of flesh and blood A muse eternal, earthly bound Perhaps, an angel, lost her way though evidence, a doubt, would cast These thoughts flow through my consciousness covering me till nearly drowned A gentle touch would answer all and calm my seething mind at last
Everywhere... smiles, happiness. Intense opening to awareness we all rarely anticipate.
when they wander through the wild and let the wilderness impress them when they run from unfamiliar things they think that might repress them when they look upon some happiness that seems just to depress them they should join us in our joyfulness and soon it will redress them.
the words will support me the letters unfold into thoughts and impressions of pictures untold the words take me places that sentences can't and bring back new meanings and muses
the paragraphs lie and the sentences fail to usher the meaning and render detail the words are my solace my channel, my friends and the meaning is just what it chooses.
A butterfly asks its brother
"Is the tree alive?"
The brother says
"How can it be? It has changed not a bit in all of our lives!"
The butterfly asks the tree
"Are you alive?"
The tree answers
"I am but a raindrop in the ocean.
"I pass through life for a moment.
"I bend to the winds and dry in the sun
"but the mountain...
"the mountain is forever."
The butterfly asks the mountain
"Are you alive?"
The mountain thinks
and when the mountain answers, it finds
the butterfly is long since gone
the tree has passed from memory
and the mountain looks to the universe and asks
"am I alive?"
I'm a musician, a vocalist, a computer geek, an amateur photographer, a cyclist and an avatar. Go figure.
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My work explores the relationship between new class identities and skateboard ethics.
With influences as diverse as Camus and Frida Kahlo, new synergies are created from both explicit and implicit layers.
Ever since I was a child I have been fascinated by the traditional understanding of relationships. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a dialectic of greed, leaving only a sense of what could have been and the chance of a new reality.
As spatial impressions become transformed through diligent and critical practice, the viewer is left with a statement of the limits of our condition.