the stone moves for no man
the best and the brightest seem to mystify me. i used to have focus and drive, comparing myself to every footnote in the annals of history.
but then you find out things. begin to blur things.
like MLK cheating on his wife, ghandi beating his. churchill being a drunk, einstein lovin' up the cousins. how the best and the brightest hardly ever are.
how the closest thing we have to definitive and diciplined was a lunatic psycho aryan-ass-kissing hypocrite. how even family and friends stop being so simply black or white, and suddenly reality turns gray.
it's not too hard to understand, though; the last thing pandora freed was Hope, but she never heard the whispers of Innocence when she sealed the box again. and once lost, it stays lost. though i can always hope that's not true.
casting call tues-thurs. movies and meetings and reading up a storm or two. the script is finalized, done, finished with a smile and a sigh. and what a day outside. sunny and shiny and so very very hot. the tingle you get while the sweat drips along curves and joints, hidden by clothing and airy cool dreams. a smile and a sigh while you glisten in secret.
'i know something that only comes with age. i know how to wait,' the television says. patience is the key to success, my cousin used to say. patience is a virtue and a comfort and the truest sign of faith. patience patience patience patience...wait and wait some more.
forget it, i don't want to think about patience anymore. because patience has been given and so many times unrecieved that it only keeps me wanting to quicken all the things that must take their time. haha, if patience is a sign of wisdom then it looks like my wisest years are behind me. guess i'll just have to wait for them to come back.
i'm going to make someone smile today. and if i'm lucky i'll make 'em laugh. this will be my goal for the day. wish me luck, if you haven't smirked yet.
we are all amazing, in our ways. it's a question of understanding and accepting while we wade past the desires that are so powerful they mask the forest with more trees. life leads to desire and desire leads to suffering.
seriously, where's a bodi tree when you need one?
but then you find out things. begin to blur things.
like MLK cheating on his wife, ghandi beating his. churchill being a drunk, einstein lovin' up the cousins. how the best and the brightest hardly ever are.
how the closest thing we have to definitive and diciplined was a lunatic psycho aryan-ass-kissing hypocrite. how even family and friends stop being so simply black or white, and suddenly reality turns gray.
it's not too hard to understand, though; the last thing pandora freed was Hope, but she never heard the whispers of Innocence when she sealed the box again. and once lost, it stays lost. though i can always hope that's not true.
casting call tues-thurs. movies and meetings and reading up a storm or two. the script is finalized, done, finished with a smile and a sigh. and what a day outside. sunny and shiny and so very very hot. the tingle you get while the sweat drips along curves and joints, hidden by clothing and airy cool dreams. a smile and a sigh while you glisten in secret.
'i know something that only comes with age. i know how to wait,' the television says. patience is the key to success, my cousin used to say. patience is a virtue and a comfort and the truest sign of faith. patience patience patience patience...wait and wait some more.
forget it, i don't want to think about patience anymore. because patience has been given and so many times unrecieved that it only keeps me wanting to quicken all the things that must take their time. haha, if patience is a sign of wisdom then it looks like my wisest years are behind me. guess i'll just have to wait for them to come back.
i'm going to make someone smile today. and if i'm lucky i'll make 'em laugh. this will be my goal for the day. wish me luck, if you haven't smirked yet.
we are all amazing, in our ways. it's a question of understanding and accepting while we wade past the desires that are so powerful they mask the forest with more trees. life leads to desire and desire leads to suffering.
seriously, where's a bodi tree when you need one?
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