Saturday, June 30, 2007

bye-bye

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

It's annoying
Coming back to problems you wished would have vanished during your absense
Returning to stains you hoped would wash away while you were gone.
You didn't see them when you were away,
So maybe they didn't exist.
Maybe they still don't.
But no- they do.
And you come back,
And you wish you hadn't.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

My favorite paintings


Fragonard

Courbet

Klimt

Friedrich

Magritte

Sunday, June 10, 2007

I am surrounded by the mist of romance and love and safety. I feel the imaginary vibe rising up like smoke and filling the room. I sit by the piano and I can already hear the sounds in my head, the beautiful notes seeping into the world like soft butterflies, fluttering around the darkness and piercing us with specs of hope and raising us, higher and higher till our heads hit the tip of the sky. And it makes us tilt our heads in wonder. I place my fingers on the keys, spread out, as if I am about to start a symphony. I can't. But I close my eyes and it almost draws tears because the music is so loud, even though nothing is being played.
And maybe that is what our life is made of.
All the secret sounds we hold in the depths of our head, the ones that keep us going
I learn about my own parents by noticing others. Pride doesn't bloom as greatly looking from the inside as it does when you see it on the faces of other parents when they watch their children. You notice the beauty of the interaction and the love and how they melt because they are so full of joy because they have a child and the child is perfect. And then you notice that your parents must be the same when they see you, just that you can't notice it because you are a part of it.
Even if they aren't thinking it, I imagine they're thinking it. They're thinking what I always think. One glance at me and they figure what happened to them that day is annoying and they are alone on a busy bus. And in their secluded world of self-pity they melt into a loneliness that they ask for themselves, but they still believe no one else can help. And I realize, that we all have fragments on shattered memories and broken friendships and occasionally we all fall or bump into poles and you can't decide that you're alone. Because that's Selfish.

Friday, June 08, 2007

ANOTHER LIFE IN THE DAY OF A MAN

Every day is a whole life.
I can live only one day of my life
And still learn the lessons of a lifetime.


The beautiful world that we created is the inspiration for building a beautiful world.
We are inspired by what we create.
We create love
And it inspires us to love
And we love more
till our minds explode with inspiration.

Artists are misunderstood
And if only everyone understood them
They would no longer be artists.

A shoot of inspiration.
I'm stricken by a surge of reality,
And I realize,
I have so much,
And all I'm doing is sitting here
I become antsy
As people sleep
And talk
Like morons
And the crevices of people's minds don't seem to understand the importance of life.
They're scattered around like thorns among roses
I feel like they are pricking my abilities
With disappointment.
I feel like I can do better
And I want them to do better too.
I AM FREE
and ABLE to do whatever I want
And paint my life
In shades
No one knew of
And write of things
No one knew how to express in words

Friday, June 01, 2007

Verbal excellency is the key to surviving this challenge we call Life