recycledAir

"a heart that hurts, is a heart that beats"

A Minds' Last Journey    4/20/1997

Tick, tock it continues,
Never ceasing all this time.
The light in the corner’s becoming dull.
It’s weakening clarity climbs down the walls,
And returns to the place of its birth.
On the bookshelf of memories,
Photographs upon photographs are strewn,
Next to ideas, promises, and friendships.
All of which if left in the sun begin to fade.
The couch guards an experience with each crease,
Carefully protecting them so they won’t disappear.
The trash in the kitchen has been emptied,
The bed has been made.
The dust on the coffee table has been removed,
And the wood has been polished up.
It is almost time to go.
The clothes are all washed and ready,
But there are no bags to pack.
The light is nearly gone now,
Just enough time to have one last look around.
What souvenir is to be taken,
Before the darkness claims it all.

Posted for my uncle, whom died today at 7am.

posted by: recycledair at 03:14 | link | comments (3) |

Reflections on a sunset   7/7/1997

Colors slowly changing, mixing one with the many
Creating this chaotic dance before me.
This is their moment; this is their time,
Gliding and swaying, floating and falling,
Laughing and crying, hoping and wishing,
All the while dancing on air.
I can see them moving back and forth,
Violently, yet coordinated.
With awkward grace, they move,
Like two first time lovers.
With embraces seen only at sad good byes.
Exchanging their innocence with each other,
Sharing their memories, sharing their pain.
Each allowing the other to see the innermost crevices,
Of their soul, unashamed and with no need to be.
Devoted to each other, their moment is almost gone.
One last kiss and they must say good night.

posted by: recycledair at 20:18 | link | comments (1) |

I'm listening to the new Ben Harper album and these thoughts bounce around my head.

I want to explode cause I feel sometimes it's the only way I would be able to express what I am.  What I think I am.  I recall hearing somewhere that humans cry when their bodies can no longer contain the emotion.  Perhaps laughter is the same, maybe a smile?  Pain is just as universal as love,  yet somehow they both feel so intimate when either one makes itself known to us. 

"Sweet nothing serenade"  track 5.  Just because you are you, I would...so powerful.  I read once that for one to find peace, one should take everything one holds dear and loves more than oneself, that which one would disapear if lost... and let it go.  "When you have everything, you have everything to lose"  Life will take things, and most importantly people away from you, but they never belonged to you.  It's hard to just be grateful for someone's presence in your life when selfishness is so easy.  I don't want to be selfish, I don't really think I am, but I just don't want to be it.  I want to have my father's patience, my mother's discipline and both their hearts.  I want more good deeds and fewer good intentions.  I want to swim in the love I feel inside and bring everyone in with me. 

I am the best and the worst of this world and I'm learning It's all a balance.

posted by: recycledair at 01:15 | link | comments (3) |

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