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Gold water trampoline city style merry making music loving dancing girls and hair in twirls. Kissing queens ladies extreme raining down on my home street carry me over the sweet tree tops and never stop. Lightning dazzle red stockings tap over me with bullets and smoke frenzy hot sweats bedtime delights. Perfection. Hard candy crystal night honeydew lace loves. Flash. Smile black glass reflection that’s single speed super star. Call me, call me. Spin check work shit give it up crashing the sun orange pop. Ice dreams step sideways rollover shining sequin silly boys. Ha, ah. Strut seamless shift roses wink toss plastic bitch, wooh. Check it out now.

as it were

Journalist Helen Thomas retires at 89 years old. Who started her career in 1943, began covering the White House in 1960, and became a columnist for Hearst in 2000- retires over remarks made about Israel.

I think I am tiring of this nation. These people who are becoming afraid of themselves. What happened to freedom of speech- in being unafraid of use it? Why must it be controversy which is associated with freedom of speech? I thought the point was to not be persecuted for our personal beliefs and opinions, that we’d have the freedom to express them. How many people has it been over these last few years who’ve been losing their careers or choosing to retire because a momentary error of judgement passed- either by the slight of tongue or actions in their person life? – (which is no one else’s business anyways) Too many. I read this, and I think how unbelievably sad this is, that Helen Thomas choose to retire over this slight of tongue rather than address potential backlash. People are becoming too afraid of public scrutiny.

We are individuals. We likewise are not perfect. It’s our visions and opinions which differ from one another than makes us unique and of value. Some things we do and say may not be popular, some things we strive for and create my not be loved, but we are doing greater good by offering ourselves as individuals to our friends, family, community, society, and to the world. There is no such thing as perfection and flawless actions- we are human. How do you think we’ve evolved this far? Not by being sheep.

I don’t want to help to cultivate and enable a society which thrives on the pitfalls of our fellow man. Where we judge with calculating fashion and make mockery of the error of others. Soon enough, we’ll each err ourselves. I don’t want everyone to speak perfectly and unoffensive; that is inhuman. Mistakes and personal blunders is what helps to color our world, it’s likewise what we find interesting and fascinating; also how and what we learn from. Why are we living in a world working to remove these things that we also likewise joy to talk about so much? This is absurd to me. Because this is part of the balance which makes us whole.

People talk. People will always talk. Right now, people are talking about me. People are talking about you. We cannot control what others do and say, and even what’s said that may be rude or harmful should not to prevented. People will be who they are, and we should be who we are in the face of that. I have no intention of running from my expression of personal outlook or opinion, or the words others may try to say to harm me. Words are small and few and mean nothing in the light of the bigger picture of who we are as individuals as a whole. Helen Thomas, her few words, horrible or not (which is highly debatable as well) are not worth the value of her life, her career or anything let alone everything that she stands for an an individual. You or I, we should not be subject to the same harsh criticism that would cause our fears in expression- being of celebrity mention or not.

People need not to waste such time persecuting others for their thoughts and actions (which are not of detrimental physical or emotional harm to others). People need to trust, a lot more. People need to back off, much more. People need to stop intervening, and turn energy productively to their own lives.

period

everything is relative

is everything

There is something to be said for knowing when a ‘moment’ in time is present, when it’s happening. We can all see and understand that time is present, time is now, time is unfolding. To know that it’s just a flicker within an instant, sometimes, is too overwhelming. I see time as often burdensome and painful, complicated and trying to my patience- (which is the personal sense of time of our desires). It gets in the way, makes some days longer, some shorter, some seemingly passing without notice. Sometimes, I wish I had more time, I think. But other days I wish it would pass, I wish for it to not last too long… where is the balance?

I don’t care. If I have to endure days which don’t match ‘my time’ in order to arrive at the moments when everything ‘is’ then I’d say it’s worth anything, everything, all values of time. Blend them, bend them, break them. I don’t see the need for these rules. I’d rather ride its waves, discover the passing and pausing when time lines up for my moments in this world.

These moments deify any rules and exist in a space undeniably present, yet completely impossible to gauge or anticipate. They are what I revel in life, most of all. If my time is as individual as I am, myself, as a person – to be one part of two which which fall into place and center and flux together is the most marvelous thing of all.

Time is the essence of life- giving us the space and opportunity to grow, and yet, it destroys us as well when we try to control it.

There is no control. There is no divide. There is nothing like tomorrow and nothing like our time. There is only the essence, the space, the way we choose and take. What we strive to make, and allow ourselves to create. We are nothing, but still, everything we know is constantly at stake. We move to usher time, we try to deceive our minds, that we’re on to what’s right. This is not a fair fight, time is on no one’s side. Simply we’re moving with, and just like the tide. I can’t pretend to try and believe that there could be anything better than my time, your time, and the divinity when they would align.

*never gonna hide it again

it don’t stop

Breathing the air; the earth is turning. Something we dare; exceptional yearning.

Spinning within; everything to give. Never trite; in eternity we live.

Accept the new; moving in truth. Simply the best, you beat the rest.

Time is unfolding; seek what is right. You will be alright; someday is tonight.

*the way you inspire me

appropriately

I can burn to the taste; I can preserve your way

I exist in nature; I will add flavor

I balance you as water; I will melt you if frozen; together, we are an ocean

I soothe you, remove your toxins; I reveal your wounds; I will heal them too

I am mineral; I am natural; I facilitate you to a boil

For the history of the world, crystalized and coveted by man; I am salt.

*indeed

definition

xpressionista-

a woman who is empowered through crafting identity into design as expression in daily life; utilizes lifestyle to display personal facets in artistic yet natural concepts. Inner artist who is fearless, therefore leads without need for approval, acceptance, or understanding; does not mimic; joyous in comfort with oneself, not through arrogance or vanity. Finds humor in ironic twists of fate; does not appreciate narrow mindedness; excels in conceptual thoughts processes. Loves to laugh.

original date- 02/27/2010