my baby girl

i love you my darling baby girl;
you are my moon, my earth, stars and sun.

i love you my baby girl;
to want to give you the moon, the earth, stars and sun.

i love you my beautiful baby girl;
to treasure you most important, even above myself.

i love you my sweetest baby girl;
with the purest intentions to protect you and help you grow.

i love you my most treasured baby girl;
that i have to stand by and let you fall or you will never learn at all.

L Y

love unconditionally
listen quietly
feel strongly
believe deeply
do rationally
sing soulfully
please respectfully
hold tightly
blink slowly
cherish wholeheartedly
fly freely
write meaningfully
mean truthfully
aid altruistically
care selflessly

eloping

the words ran away with the spoon.
they hid under the porch steps with the neighbors cat;
sneaking nibblets out of the raccoons dish,
and laying underneath the twinkling sky,
catching rain drops on their tongue.

until they became speechless
and all that remained were a bunch of letters
arranged in a row,
making sounds emitted from humans mouths.
ears catching reverberations
that used to hold meaning,
now just clusters of curious mocking sounds.

with nothing left to do,
the lips sealed themselves shut,
allowing the ears to awaken from their slumber.

to sit there and listen.

illusions

-- i am the illusion of a person --

distraction

we are all puffs of smoke residing in human bodies,
bound by our human constraints.
my arm only reaches out so far,
my leg can only stride so long.
i am immobile,
i am deformed,
i am detained.

who is this "i" i speak of?
for tis not me,
i am not a one.
i cannot be defined,
refined,
contained.

our human bodies only smart enough,
our disease of a brain that riddles our potential.
powered by the brain,
controlled,
put down.

it's all a means of distraction,
of our purest intent.
our ability far outweighs our brain,
yet we always seem contained to this box.

--i'm sorry, i can't--

why not?
how are you unable?
it's all lies and fear.

FEAR-- the devils word.

devil is even produced from fear.
--fear is death--

maybe death is the gateway to the real experience?
phase two?
our "lives" are continuous, you never "end".
we just pass onto a different plane of existence.
maybe it's the lucky who move on,
are we here until we're finally able to let go?
the ultimate sacrifice -- our true purpose.

we create these lives as distractions,
-house-kids-wife/husband-job-retirement-vacation-
all just to measure time and growth.
to ease our brains,
we're not wasting time, we have goals.
we trick ourselves.

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why can we not just admire the beauty and leave it where it is?
because i am the beauty,
i don't need anything more.
we insist on surrounding ourselves with it,
somehow it'll make us better,
more attractive.
you like my stuff do you?
well then that means you must like me, right?!
we're so conniving to trick others,
as if we don't believe we possess it ourselves.

when you're all alone in a bed with someone,
starring deeply into each others eyes
and sharing your deepest fears and desires,
does that "stuff" in your room really matter?
are you even thinking about it?

--DISTRACTION--

do you feel my weight yet?

words hold so much power.

a simple phrase could tear two souls apart.
they are only as important as we make them,
merely a communication tool,
so often miss-used.

do we even know how to be good to ourselves anymore?
we're so habituated to telling ourselves we're not good enough
or we don't deserve.
why don't we deserve it?
how can we ever prove ourselves wrong
if we're never able to believe it?

who has taught us this incredibly debilitating
and false habit?
are they hurting, themselves?
are they merely shedding their fear,
their pain,
their guilt on us?

how am i so deserving of this torture?
how am i not good enough to express self love?
what gives you the right to treat me this way?
as if i'm nothing.

our own fear of facing our skeletons
projects onto innocent beings,
ones barely established on this earth.

my pain now becomes
your pain.

you'll feel my weight

there is no me.

hands released,
attachment removed.
my direction untraceable
how free it is to fly with the wind
i no not but what presents itself to me.

no powers in these hands
no control but false hopes
life directed through my positive emissions

it's crazy to believe i have any control
ridiculous to try
hilarious to repeat

i am not shamed
not embarrassed
or defeated

i accept and invite this change
i enjoy this journey
i am only here to observe
i float above it,
hie even above my own figure

for this figure is not
-but a mirage
-a fairytale we wrote to keep our
bored minds entertained

my obstruction
my distraction
my pain


THERE IS NO ME

follow careworn on twitter

i'm re-posting this link to my friends twitter account. i'm not really funny, but she is and i get a kick out of reading her stuff.

here's a small preview;

"The closest I'll ever get to time travel is walking through Sears and getting confused on what decade I've stumbled upon."
-careworn (aka Cara Warnar)

http://twitter.com/#!/careworn



plus she's a babe.

be who you are

i blow the wind
across your skies
chills dance across your cheeks

we cannot see each other
for our truest self
we may see
but our view seems skewed from the original

not fair
nor you
nor i
we both are blind

impressions have given false views
i led myself to believe
you were something you weren't

i will no longer keep you in that light
for the light that shines from you in much brighter
and much more complimentary

please do me a favor
give me the same courtesy
then we both can celebrate
in the assurance we'll be loved
for who we are
and not for what could be better

xx i love you so much that i want you to be who you are xx

labels & ideas, titles & entitlements

silence,
blink and let go of the thoughts.
hush those eyes,
too much to feel the need to see.

expectant, reliant, deservent
creates confusion,
distractions.
put it up in lights to hide the truth


look past labels and ideas
titles and entitlements


we are nothing more than what resides inside.
miss matching feelings of desires
expectations of our person
-what you want me to be,
-who i want me to be,
-whom they expect me to be.

to fill shoes too big to walk in,
to cross valleys filled with quick sand.

i need you to fail
i need you weak
because i need you to need me.

xx quietly i'm thinking xx

quietly i'm thinking
not allowed but one distraction
my pen and my piece of paper
whitest white, filled with the blackest black
the letters create words
words create feelings
feelings that come from thoughts
so many different thoughts
jostling about in this head
i do not want to hear one
not a single peep or
slightest squeak
keep your opinions to yourself my dearest ego
you do not have my best interests at hand
you play these tricks
these games
you fool me time and time again
now i stand my ground
i'm not so foolish anymore
i say no
i stand by my instincts
you stand for nothing
you weep
i do not pity thee

my gift to you.

to say you don't want something, not because you're not interested, but from the great fear of never having it but always craving it. i turn away my desires out of fear of failure. what is worse than wanting something? never getting what you want. why have a choice if you're constantly falling short?

to accept someone in their natural state is the best gift we could ever give someone.
a sign of true love.
xx

our day of birth

when we come together, our love and loyalty shines the brightest.
-Happy Birthday Canada-
xx

past whats where

you show me the stars,
and i want to see what's past them.