anymore

it is with great difficulty, to not be a complete ass.

Be Still

Hold your position.

as it turns out

you don't have to actually feel compassion
to practice it.

Be Still

the way you always have been
be that
Be Still
shut the hell up
Be Still

The Dancers

Because there are no bodies
there are no minds
only these seams sewed
these sowed seems waving in the wind
Because there are no bodies
there is only movement
and motions forward motion away
the felections of reflexivity rolling like waves
Because there are no bodies
there can be no realities
only randomly exvlusive acts
and the situational encounter
Because there are no bodies
only the raw, storeless days
these few sorrowful hours
there is only Life
Moving in waves like fists.

Not you at this hour

No one knows why,
not here,
not now.

Can we thank ourselves for that?

Somwhere tragedy is in progress, but it is complete here.

This disaster is mine,
this hour is all me,
but I want it all the same.

So much

So much of everything is so very unimportant. It is for this reason that I have been silent as long as I have. We are charged with discerning what is judgement; what is critical; and still what is just petty. Regardless, choices need to be made. I have pictures and video of chiuahua love that will kill others. I haven't prioritized that in the last few weeks because life means so much to me and when I fall apart or even get forgetful I am no character to deal with. I post this because I promised myself I would post here more than four months ago. I am not going to stop. If you follow me on facebook, look here first. I hate facebook.

We are still here.