Posted on Sunday, June 19, 2011
brings all the boys to the yard
holy moly.
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Posted on Monday, June 13, 2011
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: And what was yours?
Romeo: And what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
Posted on Monday, June 13, 2011
this is how i'm feeling
it's creeping
getting all twisted up inside
no surprise
it's been years since i heard this sigh
still misreading the signs
you got miles to go
you never know
or see it coming
the humming
it's mind numbing but real
to be a third wheel
this is what it feels like
to be liked
with limits and rules
i am no fool
(but he still fooled me)
no, not used me
(not in the traditional sense)
i thought it meant something
a feeling that hope brings
divisible by three
that's him, her and me
and a ring of promise
that never gets its day to shine
i'll have mine
... i think.
all green eyes and alibis
late night war cries
i think it's over
for now
until the next late night call
back against a wall
with promises and what ifs
stomachs that twist
with the thought of being truly alone
i wonder
and read between lines
the silence between cries
all distance and timelines
for instance, the time's right
to act out the feeling inside
under no guise
but truth
Shakespeare warned me
'tempt not a desperate man'
that was never the plan
unable to resist a held out hand
i am with Mercutio when he said
'if love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking and you beat love down'
not giving up the search until it's found
Posted on Tuesday, May 17, 2011
An ode to an old friend
P O O K I E
P O O K I E
Miss you already lil Pooks.
Xmas will never be the same without my little santa pup.
Dad will miss you the most though.
See you on the other side xx
Posted on Sunday, May 15, 2011
So I recently went to Bali.
Here is the evidence xx
Here is the evidence xx
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| Etc Etc |
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| BPS (banana pancake session) |
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| Jessie J + Chimp |
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| <3 Cath + J + Trots |
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| Bali fam |
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| Miss you already |
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| :) |
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| Extra Joss Boss |
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| natural environment |
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| chimp kisses |
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| hoolio |
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| love this |
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| Yew |
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| xtra jossing |
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| deep end |
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| i like mine on the rocks xxx |
Posted on Tuesday, April 26, 2011
York Street, Mornington Peninsula:
This is where my mum + dad + sister lived 30 years ago.
This is mama bear
And this is what happened next ...
What a guy.
Posted on Saturday, April 09, 2011
One thing is for sure: you will never be prepared. I heard the news through an ex lover and now old friend. A tribute to a life lost, tragedy lay in its wake. Pinch myself to see if I am actually awake. Sentiments swapped down a phone line, of thoughts of love and sadness and a chance to rewind.
You just never see it coming.
Things like this make you turn inwards and count your treasures. Blessings in the shapes of friends and family trees, the truth that it was them and not me. The sadness creeps in. Thoughts roll back to my kin. I could not take a blow like that any time soon, my throat swells of broken bones and messages on phones, telling them that lives like that are not easily forgotten.
You always hear old people say that they'd give anything to relive one day of their youth, to feel the energy and possibility of not knowing, to keep going, discovering nothing and everything is a monument in its self. An ageing self, of sore veins and dusty brains and crosswords as exercise. Pass me my eyes. Thick cuts of glass become a laugh as the frames sit awkwardly on wrinkled faces. Time paces. Broken up by breakfast, lunch and dinner. Tablets to get you thinner. And here I am worrying about a dint in my thigh. How I will laugh in decades to come, life willing, at how I saw myself. What wealth. Youth cast as a burden of indecision and lack of vision. Not mine. Eyes cast towards seas and decoding messages in DVD's and mix tape Cd's and dog-eared novels to remind myself to yearn. To want to learn and to teach.
Keep yearning and believing that the seasons have some meaning and that you feel the way you do because you are alive. Be happy to be apart of the hive. Old eyes stare knowingly and flicker not with judgement but jealousy of what was once theirs, is theirs no longer. And ponder. And question every ripple of emotion. An endless devotion to something bigger than what you have made so far.
I discovered that in my bones are the makings of stars and that by itself is enough for me to disconnect from the shit that I collect. These are just things. Unlike human beings, are unable to unscramble your mind late at night, unable to hold you tight and tell you a truth that it's going to be alright.
Invite the chaos in. And keep yearning.
Posted on Saturday, April 09, 2011
'intellect is like a major city
laden with concrete and metal
advanced modes of transportation
shining buildings and fenced in parks
spirit is the mountains,
forest, wilderness
and vast countryside
that surrounds it
too many people live in the city
struggling day to day
for mere existence
most have forgotten
how to live off the land
they only experience nature
on class trips and short term vacations
for those who live in the country
cities are like amusement parks
with high prices and temporal satisfaction
at the end of the day
they are tired
ready to go home
to relieve their ringing ears'
Saul Williams S√HE
Posted on Saturday, April 09, 2011
'Sometimes you are aware when your great moments are happening, and sometimes they rise from the past.
Perhaps it's the same with people.'
James Salter, Burning the Days
Posted on Saturday, April 09, 2011
'She philosophically noted dates as they came past in the revolution of the year;...her own birthday; and every other day individualised by incidents in which she has taken some share. She suddenly thought one afternoon, when looking in the glass at her fairness, that there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would have disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it?'
Thomas Hardy, Tess of the d'Urbervilles
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