Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Beautiful He Says

It’s nice to know people think that
I suppose
I’ll take it as a compliment
Though I’m not sure I care
It frustrates me
The surface level attention
The meaningless compliments
I know you’ll mean it by your intentions
When you find me
And say that I’m beautiful
I’ll know you’re not lying
Your sincere smile
I’ll believe

Monday, January 10, 2011


"...I have spoken, and I will bring it to pass; I have purposed, and I will do it."
Is. 46

A set plan
He has decided
No discussion
No doubt
Solid intentions
Definite action

Give me faith, faith that is as solid as your purposes. Trust.
Trust in your perfect intentions.

Monday's Inspiration

If I could grab a little piece of everything I love about the arts and what I'd want to do with them, it'd be very close to this:

Friday, January 7, 2011

Dissecting Thoughts

The danger in losing control
The fear that something or someone would have you so bound
So tangled and convinced that it was right when it was wrong
And then realizing the wrong, or left alone and surprised
Whether it’s good or not, it’s safe in a way
Ignoring hope
Standing at arms length incase closer would steal control
Perhaps it wouldn’t
But if it did, the strong would be gone
The dancer alone
Spinning that grew faster would have no steady hand
Nothing to stop at, no hint at direction
Which would be fine if there were surety
Constancy in being free
The thought of maintaining control
To keep from depending on what might not be there
The safety in distance

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Wishful Thinking

Today, I wanted to be a squirrel
Sitting in a chair listening to a guy go on about stuff that doesn't matter in the end
This huge window provided the perfect entrance into another world
Tree trunks were glowing on the right side with a light touch of sunshine
The shadows were light and gray
Just like the squirrel that jumped from tree to tree
Only he was jumping at the bottom
Hanging on to the trunks and hiding in the shadows
I thought it must be awfully fun to do that and imagined that feeling of leaping
When your foot catches the stone just right
Thrilling really

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

A European Gallivant

It's a bit cold in the office today and I'll admit that I am, as usual, unprepared for blizzard conditions, especially indoors.
Somehow I find myself pondering my third major gallivant leading me to those Northern countries around Sweden where I assume you'd find wonderous clothing items of fur and leather.

I imagined myself in at least a foot of snow, poorly dressed with boots that didn't insulate well and trudging up this little hill on the side of a mountain as the snow was whipping all around and then reaching this little pub-cabin place at the top and stumbling in the door with half-frozen toes and the burly men sitting at the bar would turn around with their beer and beards and just stare like “who let THAT chick up this mountain!?” and then I’d sit down at the bar and thaw out.
Upon leaving whichever country my imagination found myself in, I would send a gift back to the nice family who took me in and provided warm, wooly clothing to the poorly dressed English speaking American girl.

And then the thought vanished.