don't condescend me
we speak the same language
the language of the world
subdivided into many little pieces
into many different bodies
the dialect might be different
but the outcome remains the same;
we can communicate with all
or none
depends on who listens
and if they listen well enough to comprehend.
don't condescend me
we speak the same language
a glass chrysalis of never ending sounds
waiting to show the real beauty
that many paint over
a knowledge that others don't believe in
don't condescend me
we speak the same language
broken into black and white
strewn across awkwardly lined paper
it is ours for the taking
and theirs for the understanding
don't condescend me
we are the same language
we breathe together
to speak together
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Going against it.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going against myself. Against my wants and my desires, against my happiness, all because I want to spare someone else a little hurt or I want to please everyone around me.
Well, what about me? I hate seeming so selfish but I can't be so worried all the time about other people and their feelings. Especially when it seems like they just use me like a camel to carry their loads for them.
Watching these words go down is upsetting to me. I feel like a selfish, self-interested person. This has never been the way that I view life, but I keep getting kicked down by people and I keep getting trampled on.
I need to be stronger.
But I am not superman.
Well, what about me? I hate seeming so selfish but I can't be so worried all the time about other people and their feelings. Especially when it seems like they just use me like a camel to carry their loads for them.
Watching these words go down is upsetting to me. I feel like a selfish, self-interested person. This has never been the way that I view life, but I keep getting kicked down by people and I keep getting trampled on.
I need to be stronger.
But I am not superman.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Violin
Gently, softly
Don’t hurt her now
She is my life.
Only with the pads of your fingers
Gently, softly
Hear how her voice resonates
From within her empty body
When you touch her?
When you love her?
Her bottomless dark eyes,
Seemingly hollow,
Follow you everywhere you go,
Begging you to come to her,
To hold her,
Caress her.
She loves that it’s just
You
And her.
No one else exists
No one shares your passion
She is your anxious lover
Waiting for the moment
When your fingers run across her
And she makes the sounds
You’ve been aching for
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Garden
I've found myself embracing silence and solitude a lot more over these last couple of weeks than I ever have in my entire life. What a beautiful way to get to know yourself and get to truly spend time with God.
Where two or more are gathered? I don't know about that. I've recently been feeling God closer to me when I spend time alone, not worrying about pleasing others or making them happy therefore ignoring my own happiness.
Cutting my work hours in half, I suddenly have more time to clear out the entangled roads in my mind. I've planted new priorities and have weeded out what I don't need in my life at the moment. I know the weeds will grow back and continue to plague the garden in my mind... I just have to continually work at getting my hands dirty and pulling them out.
Where two or more are gathered? I don't know about that. I've recently been feeling God closer to me when I spend time alone, not worrying about pleasing others or making them happy therefore ignoring my own happiness.
Cutting my work hours in half, I suddenly have more time to clear out the entangled roads in my mind. I've planted new priorities and have weeded out what I don't need in my life at the moment. I know the weeds will grow back and continue to plague the garden in my mind... I just have to continually work at getting my hands dirty and pulling them out.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Mardi Gras 2011
It never fails to astound me how Mardi Gras can really bring people out of their comfort zones. From first time Mardi Gras-er to the most seasoned bead snatcher, there is always something new and unexpected. Whether a friend's first time getting tipsy, to the first time catching a coconut, to the first time seeing crossdressers.
It wasn't quite as overwhelming this year. The crowds of people armed with deadly cigarettes and cups of spilling booze wasn't too much for me to handle as I stepped back and observed from behind the ladders full of face-painted, screaming children. My family had a blast pushing foward to get the most prized beads, gawking at the ridiculous outfits some people wore and meeting the incredible friends I have made at Loyola.
It's a pity most of my friends were drunk. BUT IT'S MARDI GRAS!
More and more I noticed the people, how some of them watched their children having a blast, hanging out in the back, smiling widely everytime their child showed them a new set of plastic beads. How an old lady pushed her way through the crowd to give her husband a kiss as he marched along in the parade.
How I could have a BLAST with my close friends without drinking a drop of alcohol.
How I could also enjoy a glass of wine or a beer with my girlfriends as we settled down for a quiet afternoon after morning parades.
How different it all is from last year.
It wasn't quite as overwhelming this year. The crowds of people armed with deadly cigarettes and cups of spilling booze wasn't too much for me to handle as I stepped back and observed from behind the ladders full of face-painted, screaming children. My family had a blast pushing foward to get the most prized beads, gawking at the ridiculous outfits some people wore and meeting the incredible friends I have made at Loyola.
It's a pity most of my friends were drunk. BUT IT'S MARDI GRAS!
More and more I noticed the people, how some of them watched their children having a blast, hanging out in the back, smiling widely everytime their child showed them a new set of plastic beads. How an old lady pushed her way through the crowd to give her husband a kiss as he marched along in the parade.
How I could have a BLAST with my close friends without drinking a drop of alcohol.
How I could also enjoy a glass of wine or a beer with my girlfriends as we settled down for a quiet afternoon after morning parades.
How different it all is from last year.
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