Sage Advice

Don't let leak the sphincter on the beehive of your anger.
Let it rip.
And let it go.

Play the Fool.

History will reveal where the Queen sought her wisdom.

Artist, as in "tortured"

By the time I arrived at maturity, I had already accomplished all of the things that were proper and necessary in life. I had learned to be cordial, amenable, and to turn on a smile when it was needed. I had learned to be reasonable, productive, and how to carry on a very civilized exchange of ideas. I had learned not just how to get it right, but how to strive for perfection.

However, my road to maturation was not so smooth. In the beginning, I was a very silent child. Then, I was stubborn, dramatic, and often tantrum ridden. I would bite off more than I could chew and then fall to pieces in the midst of it. I was known for being ill. But I suppose you could say that despite all of this fire and ice bubbling up in me, I was still very fragile, like a rare flower you would want to protect from the breezes and keep at a very steady temperature.

Only I got out. And matriculated into a group of Artists. And it was all over.

First, I was encouraged to curse—to cry, scream, and moan. I was coaxed to break out of the mold, differentiate myself, let it all go, and get it wrong. They wanted me to B r e a t h e. And all of this in the name of Honesty.
Then, in order to begin reacting authentically, we began to strip away the thousand natural (or unnatural) shields that had accumulated to hide the awful nakedness of vulnerability. And it was awful being naked; but after awhile it did seem much better than the gnawing scratchiness of hiding—much more true, and much more uniquely, personally expressive.

It was amazing to actually begin to be able to read the signs that cry out when something’s wrong or off or untrue or inauthentic; And then to realize that this discomfort doesn’t have to be ignored. Instead, it can be a compass that allows us to break free of the Lies—that are the all too easy and often ways we back down from choosing courage over fear.

And this stifling of instinct and intuition is what leads us to all of the tension and stress and anxiety. And if this sensation is left to fester and linger, it makes a nest inside our muscles and tightens like a vice around our lungs, until our souls can't help but begin a screaming tantrum toward the silencing of our voices and the surrender of our lives.

Oh, to have preserved the innocent artistic spirit from the corruption of societal norms--what hell awaits us there that we have so much to fear from it?

Angel Kisses

Angel kisses on your lashes
Help to bring the fever down
Taste your tears
Take them in
Swallow them down


Wanna curl up in your cozy
bring you warmth and eminate
bolts of sunshine
strands of music
till I’ve built my dwelling place


Take me in
Feel my smooth
Let it soothe you
Let me soothe you
down

Angel kisses on your lashes

Dreaming Life Away

Enter my world
I made it myself
its better than most
you'll find so yourself

you'll beg me to stay
but I can't make you see
a flutter of vision
clear only to me

but I'll flash it in front of you
you'll glitter and moan
then before you can hold it
you'll need me once more

for its gone--just a whisper
fleeting dust in the air
only I can uncover
a magic so fair

for the Truth is a substance
only some can afford
who've the strength to take lightning
and fracture the blow

Ever That Way She'll Be

Ever that way
she'll be
for you

Just how you want her to

always beside you
reach just behind you

there she is
lying still
leave her
leave her lying still
still with you

ever and always
with you
she will be
just what you want her to

always smiling
never crying
softly lying
gently dying

ever and always
that's what she'll be
for you
what you want her to

ever and always
right there beside you
reach just behind you

that's where she'll be
for you
lying next to you

right where you left her
safe and collected
silent and watchful
hapless but harmless

ever that way she'll be
waiting on you to see

Thought of the Other Day

When you can't do what you thought you were supposed to do
You have to sit back and think of what you really want to do
By way of what you can't live without.

Thought of the Day

Life is all about navigating where you fit.
Till somebody validates where you are.