Sunday, November 29, 2009

dreamer

dream for me my summers gone,
dream for me my winters kept.
dream and i will remember...
and i will not regret.
I can not regret the cold winds
who came to kiss us there
out under the mirrored buildings
far from others stairs.
I will not regret the almost
that our lips so firmly spoke
I almost loved you
and so my heart almost broke.
time will come and pass us
we will stay the same
the leaves will fall and wither
and our souls will grow weak and lame.
and with our broken heartache
and with our broken soul
we will go on fighting as time
begins to slow
we will be the timeless warriors
we will be the starving saint
we will be the lost and lonely
as the sun drys up and the canvas is left blank
no more colors to paint with
and no more words to speak
dream of me my child
and i will be the keeper of those who weep

Sunday, August 02, 2009

our wedding vows

L:
be like always
and ever
kiss and hold and love me.
your love.
my love.
our love.

d:
the love we share,
I will be good for you...
and you will inspire me to be better
I will be perfect in your eyes
even with my flaws.

l:
i will change the stars and re-a-line the world
to make room for our love
You give me soil to let me dreams grow
and you give me the will to plant them

d:
be like always,
and ever.
i forgive you.
i forgive you now for ever hurt you haven't caused
and every one will.

l:
I will remember our love
when things are hard,
When the light seems dim and Rage out ways passion

d:
And I will remind You I love you,
Even tho the words don't need to be said
I will smiled while I see your eyes brighten at there sound.

l:
I will always be here beside you,
Because I love you

d:
Always and Ever
I love you.

poem - ribbon

were i a ribbon dancing in the wind
would you stop 2 watch me dance
sliding through
around
and within
the fingertips
of your scorn and wrath
as i warped my self within
would you sit and listen
to all the sounds from beginning to end
that you have so long been miss given
and as the sound made great light
and thoughts came to christen
the child that you lost one day
when you let the wind take your last ribbon

were i a ribbon playing in the wind
would you stay and watch me play
would you let your dreams resound
and revisit all the the things they usta say
would you slay the coming stillness
and fan the wind to keep the flow
would you fear the quiet coming
or let go of fear and watch me go
in and out
and falling breezes
these things can never last you say
but in all the world somewhere
there's a wind who begs you play
play and be forgiven
of all sin and of all guilt
go and be a ribbon made from the finest silks
be like the somewhere ever
that you can one day say
if i were a ribbon i would find only joy in every day.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

True blood mmmm http://www.tvbump.com/true-blood-season-2-episode-1

http://www.tvbump.com/true-blood-season-2-episode-1
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Thursday, June 04, 2009

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

To the rain

Wash my heart when all my sins are done that I can rise to meet the coming sun. Cool my feet after I have gone the length and fill my mouth with cool fluid drink. Reach my dreams that my dreams be done and I will ner turn from you to run run run...... Come and lay your body deep in mine and for all the storms to pass ill invest the time
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Sunday, April 12, 2009

With my hopes

With my hopes
I set u free
With my love
I let you live
With my dreams
I break you new
With my sleep
I give you life
With my body
I sate your needs
With my mind
I bring you faith
With all of me
I live my life
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Sunday, March 15, 2009

to winter my lover (a poem will sp latter)

to winter my love,
sweet kisses the iced dew upon your brow
to the clean and brutal snows my lover
so warm and safe with in the fire of my heart
low within the burn of your cold
I've know this winter,
so fresh as summers rain
so welcoming like springs laughter
so beautiful as autumns fall.
to winter my love,
you and your unseelie ways
make passion beat and love reworded
make it something different and new,
so unknown to us,
so unsafe to us,
so welcoming.
to winter my muse
muse upon me the moon sheeted ocean of white and glitter
i love you for whatever tomorrow means
i love you for whenever tomorrow brings
my love.
my lover.
to winter we march,
so soon will it pass...
keep me warm in this winter so that spring may come again.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

bruised wings (will sp latter)

I love him like the changing waters,
the ever flow of my stars.
i love him as i love no other
never to depart very far,
i love him as he holds me tight
to tight to ever let go
i love him as he kisses me sweet
more sweet than one should ever know
i love him as he rages and roars
keeping far all the fears of night
i love him when he comes home to me
speaking words of love and might
i love him like the changing winds
the ever fall of broken wings
he heals my heart of all its sins
he lets my soul sing.
i love him as the world moves on
and on and on and on
i love him like the changing sun
the ever coming dawn
i love him in the shallow water
cooling my tired feet
and i love him now and for for ever
since the day we first did meat
i love him all my heart can muster
i love him more than i am able to
i love him as the desert does water
and for ever more i'll need him too.
he is my angel of bruised and broken
healed in love and in kind
he is the savior of the chosen
put here to sooth my troubled mind
he is the only hope of laughter
when all darkness does consume
i love him, and in my heart
there is no more room.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Wanderlust revisited. (blue txt from an old post blak txt is new)

Samsara is for Buddhists who choose to dedicate them selves to truth, one unchangeable unbendable truth and find out that truth is liquid.

If home is where the heart is, I must lack a heart. If I have no heart, how could I love, how could I hate, How could I cry how could anything that I do so naturally? If home is what I seek could I not just return from where I come from? In 5 weeks exactly I have been in Albany for a year. I have all ready missed my run, as it is always at same time, clockwork. If I seek to see the math, if I seek to find the pattern in what I am naturally, If I seek to find my self should I change my patterns or simpily how I see my self in them and then change my self? I have not disappeared; the large sum of money I am spending to make my migraines go away is what has kept me here. If I seek only to sustain my self, food and shelter, then am I not freer than I have ever been dreaming of white picket fences in other people’s yards? There is a part of me that cries from under my skin for the truth of life I find when I run, when I wonder. There will always be some part of me that seeks the new, that seeks the birth, the creation of life. There will always be some part of me that wants to know the world. I believe I am a child of my times, A child. I believe that I have seen the wonders of different cultures and different peoples and different languages and religions and rights and wrongs through the digital God. How do you define your self, how do you know you are strong, how do you know anything at all. You know when you test your self. You know you are when you believe it to be true. You know it more when you forget and you have been reminded. So long I have searched for the answers to these questions, and so many others. And perhaps I will search forever, and perhaps I simply need to decide for my self that I know and stop searching, but now is not the time for that. Is there a god, am I loved, does life have meaning… Perhaps the only meaning in life, is what we as humans what we as animals give it.

What I know today to be true, what I see tomorrow could be different, Perhaps the only truth to be had is what I believe in today, Knowing that truth is liquid… knowing and accepting the random and intentional change of my truth, all truth. All the many questions of my mind and of general existence will never be answered, but what little truth I have known I have known in the moments of my run. I have known truth only through chaos, so chaos so far has been my only truth. The only thing that I know is that tomorrow things may be different. Tomorrow Is the only absolute and it is always undiscovered. I have seen the worse and the best of life, I live in a quarter million dollar house, I do not need for anything, I have seem the worst in the best of life, I have been idle in my mind, I have been accepting to the ins and outs of what I should desire, and In all truth I have no love for things that are not soaked in unpredictably. A story who’s ending can be guessed at is not one worth telling, so then it is not worth living. I do not know where I might be in 3 years, 3 months, 3 days, 3 hours, 3 minuets from now from this very moment. And, that truth is beautiful, that truth excites me. I am no longer afraid of what is unknown. I no longer think I need to know to move forward. Someone a few days ago told me an old Russian proverb that went something as follows “the only thing worse than walking down the wrong path is to keep going on it.” I choose to follow the path of today, and so I will never be on the wrong path for long. there is nothing here in this house to make it my home however. I was born in San Diego California, which is not my home I do not remember it I did not even live there a year. I have lived in Texas, Washington state, Organ, California, BC, Louisiana, West Virginia, Hawaii, New York, and probably other places which I am forgetting to list, and in all of them I have not a home. I have found a home more than I ever could have believed to be true. I have found something to love, and I have seen how it could be eternal. I have felt home in only a few moments of my life... I know, what I have not ever until yesterday and the days before it, I know that tomorrow the roots may be ripped away from me, but today I have it and tomorrow I can remember I did so it’s possible to have it again. I have felt real and alive only in moments that could break a person. I have been dead, bound by my laws bound by what I though I should be. I have been ugly because I have felt ugly, I have been Stupid because I have felt less than others, I have imposed others views on my self, and In many ways I still do, but I can see now that that dose not matter, I am as beautiful, and smart and god like as I Choose to be. Have you almost died before? Yes. I could be dead 5 minuets from now so what is worth anything more than the happiness of now? The air smells so sweet right after you almost die; you suck it into your lungs holding on to it never wanting to be parted from it, never threatened in never smelling it again. I lived in fear, I am fearless. I see no end so I have no end to fear. I see only that things might change and it might be good and it might be bad, but regardless there will always be tomorrow. Maybe not for me but, maybe that dose not matter. Have you ever been hungry? Yes, I have hungered for love, truth, acceptance, understanding and conformity. Not hungry because you were to lazy to make food, not hungry because you don’t get paid for 3 more days and all you have left is peanut butter… the kind of hungry I mean it is the hunger you feel when you have no home, Home is an illusion, and so is hunger. I now know what it means to sate my self. when you are someplace strange to you and you must rely solely upon the kindness of strangers, you must rely on chance. it is in this hunger you under stand how beautiful the world is, you understand how things are out of and entirely in your control and after food will always taste better. And in this sating my hungers is a good way to pass the time. In this I see that tomorrow my sources for happiness for debate for stimulation for food and for shelter may be moved, and I will need to find them again and I will always have them inside my self If I can learn to change things. its been a year and still every time I eat I want to cry because I know how lucky I am to have food to eat. Tears are often wasted in a time of drought, though I had enough money to provide me food and to provide me shelter, I would rather again starve than to think and dwell on what was than to look to tomorrows change. Have you known fear? Real pure fear, fear for your very existence and kept going? I know now, that I must learn to fear nothing. And that when I do I might be more complete, I might be more insane, but I will be something different and still the same, or perhaps it will change nothing. Only tomorrow or tomorrows tomorrow will know and I am not there yet. I have, and it is why I have never tried to kill my self. But not why I never will. I know, I know that there is nothing in this world that can stop me; There is, and it is only my self and my mind. I know I can survive because I always have. I know I can survive because I still am, I do not know when that will stop, but frankly I do not care. That knowledge is more of a comfort that any god, lover or friend I have ever had. Knowledge is the best God, the most sacred friend and the source of many peoples fear, and I hope one day not the source of mine. Why, why do I run, because I have no choice. I run because I can and because it excites me. I run because the constant new stimulus has brought me here. Because, I do not deny my heart, Because I will not deny my own will. because somewhere I must have a home.. Because there are 1000 undiscovered homes. Because no drug, illegal or otherwise will ever make me feel as alive as I feel when I find freedom in my wanderlust.

Because no Drug illegal or other wise can do to my brain, to my perception anything that I can not teach my self to do without it. I am free in my change, and in my quest. I am happy.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

New desktop

:) original photo here : http://ariellerohan.blogspot.com/2008/07/tourism.html

Friday, July 18, 2008

prayer

Come now.
come watch me pray
I will call out the wind
I will call out the stars
I will call out to the moon, and the sun
I will pay the price for the trade I offer,
Take you Old Gods,
Take you Gods of Earth and of Dust
Take of me my life,
I offer to you my pound of flesh,
I offer to you my Precious blood...
I offer you the years I have left to live
I offer you my Youth that I will grow older faster
I pay now.
I pray for safty
I pray for protection
I pray for a reweaving,
I am God.
I am Fate.
I am the Creator.
Let me be.
Let me be again connected to the core of my soul,
Of all life,
Let me be the Wind that I can blow whispers of comfort
Let me be the Stars that I may Watch the nights and light the unlit
Let me be the Moon that I may guard a womans body
Let me be the Sun that I may Guard a mans a well.
I call to you
I call to me
I call in ancient languages
I speak your name,
i speak my own name
Come,
Come watch me pray.

Monday, June 23, 2008

hes in everyway what he is not (poem will sp latter)

in every way he is,
the acting reality of my dreams,
the fruition of my prayers,
the coming of my tide...
he is the sate to my desire
he is the flame of my smoke
the thunder of my cloud
the bogyman and my guardian angel.

in every way he is,
the one i want to age in
the one i want to believe will work,
the reward of trying....
somehow sexual satisfactions
somehow where i need him
somehow the coming nightmare
my somehow corrupt Saviour.

and i love him.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

oi

oi i am tired.
someone click this thing!
Adopt one today!

Monday, March 03, 2008

creature of show

i am a creature of show, i dance behind the mirrors i delicately lay out for the world to see me through, sometimes i am beautiful others ugly, tall and thin and mis formed and imposable to chase down in my maze... so much so sometimes i forget which reflection is my own. I dream of someone one day taking the effort to smash and break every mirror, to walk over the broken glass and through the dust to find me... i suppose for that to happen though i would have to exist outside of my reflections... its been so long i think i have become the glass.
does he love me? will i be his wife, the mother to his children, will i live in his home? will he ever touch me again... its so hard to know. i don't know. i don't know if i should. i am lost somewhere far beyond my self.
he sleeps, or jests to sleep now beside me, breathing heavy... not for me just because he smoked to many cigarettes i am sure. will he kiss me when i am done with this and i lean in to whisper i love you... maybe... probity naught more than a peck.
i miss being sated... i think more than anything else in the world... that none of those things will ever happen if he dose not start to touch me on a more regular basis...

there she lay

there she lays, looking on the kitchen counter of the perfect postcard to her perfect world. shes getting older, this becomes more real to her every second she is no more the child she once was, and she may never be again... i know lets play a game of truth, do you know if i am a lie when i say you are the only reason i would ever return to the place i distaste so much. do you know your sweet lips are the reason i could bear to wake through the frigid cold my soul feels there. she looks down at the picture, waking up beside him as she has every other morning. they are not a tryst but a love, a deep and sad love that she knows there is no place for. nothing so beautiful. would he hurt her in the dream, he would never stray he is so perfectly flawed and so beautiful when he is angry, even there she finds pleasure in his rage... beautiful soft cream rage against her dark skin. his body the perfect pitch to her own note. the picture... would it be anything, would life be anything like the picture in her mind. would he hold her at night when she cried, would he tell her her hips are beautiful would he kiss her like she was the only woman in the world he had ever truly loved. would he get on one knee and say, i want you now i want you always come to me come and stay with me. would he know when she was scared, would he help when she was ill. would he appreciate the things she did for him, would he appreciate the fact that she spell checked this before she posted it... would he ever think of her when she was not around... would he dream at night of her laying under him the ocean swimming behind them... would he be moved by her midnight ranting, he will probity never read them.

Monday, November 26, 2007

he has good words

welcome to the beautiful -delirim of my dreams
where -emaculate rooms lay host to my fancys.
white carpets stained in the blood of fallen -pomegranets.
I never venture outside these walls where the -bubonic trees are
tainted.
all the actors, -naive dolls pulled and tugged
I scoff at them, and there not knowing I am there master.
but every one of them is made from a -sliver of my heart.
my heart in 1000 peices.
hide mr away in the hills of cornwall, in my acient -fogou.
keep mr out of the -rigorofic winds.
I an the one who comand my -geis upon my self to never let me free.
I keep the secoret maps of me away from the world, hidden in the -
linhay.
the walls of my heart are built out of -unobtanium stacked 1000 feet
high
and embeded with -caltrops.
the faces of my dolls begin to take on a bit of -gurning.
the delirim turning and growing, my -abacot grows heavy under the
pressure.
I am tuning low on -vril, soon it will be gone to me.
how can one live a -honorifabitudinitatibus life in these walls?
my heart so broken 1000 times I fear the love who calls in the -digamy
of this ring.
the night comes cold as the trees scream and the -dydlers dance in the
sky.
your beautiful lies are -esculent and they clam my hunger and fear for
now.
inside my world, everything is broken.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

rest a while ++

be like always
and be like never
kiss and hold and beat into me with passionate hate,
your love.
my love.
the only love I deserve.
come crawling up over my body.
I will be good for you...
i will make my self better.
I will be perfect for you...
i will change the stars and re-a-line the world to make room for your heart.
give me a change
and a chance to make it.
give me the time i need to break old habbits.
i always wanted to stop biting my nails.
be like always,
like you were when you raged against my passion
when you said say it baby...
and when i said it.
be like you enjoyed me and like you wanted my love.
be like you wanted me...
and i will forever stay in my heart
i will forever stay in my body
i will never leave you here.
be like you were in the morning
be like you were when you couldn't touch me...
hit me and beat me and make me cry in your eyes
i forgive you.
i forgive you now for ever sin you haven't committed and ever one you will.
everything is inevitable.
you are the catalyst...
the changing revolutionist...
be like always
in love, in hate and passion in un-interest and indifferent cold snow...
i know this snow,
and i remeber how it burns...
burn again away the ice...
come rest awhile in my hands
come stay a while in my heart.
if i said lets leave tonight would you?
.... remember you speak the truth.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

linger on my lips....

can i please,
no harder...
now..
thank you..
dream liquid sound melting into my hands shaking,
and tremblinging them to lose sight of the room
lose sight of the floor
and float in a world of colors and air pockets...

he came over me

he came over me,
his hands..
as though he had all ready known my body
as if he had sculpted my skin with his own self.
he rolled and quaked
and he pushed and pulled
every right piece and never fell
and never faltered
and i couldn't breath not for air
but for my breath was stolen away in his eyes.
his hands larger than mine his body over me
my wrists held down..
he slowly moved
he leaked ow over my breasts
he flowed down over my belly
he ran up against my inner thighs..
and
and...
he..
oh.. god..
he..
breathless.
and he took my hand and lead me away
he rinsed me of our sin
be kissed and baptized me
he lead me to god..
to bliss
to, enlightenment
and then, he was gone...
he came over
and he came over me.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

my new dog!

got an lj

http://troenstar.livejournal.com/


got an lj.
its the last link in my links
something like
"another place of my writing of less art and more bite" i think...

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

a new desktop...


preparing for a new game release tomorrow !
heavenly sword
(click the name of this post for a blank image)