Quickly....
October 1st 2007 20:26
Quickly, quickly, I pen this note. Im leaving my babies, the long weekends over, back again into conformity, and where the selling of the soul is just part and parcel of living within the world.....
My eyes fill with mountain freedom, of rushing winds and hardy shrubs and trees frozen in the shape of the wind......
But I stride off to work on a red desert. Enjoy my poems, more is to come......
After my many discussions with wise minds, and finding out late on Fri afternoon that I did not get the 60K job, I initialize a huge detox.....I need to lose weight anyway. My body is running wild getting fat and it must be re tuned to the well oiled machine I need it to be. I want my muscles back, sick of my soft girl arms!
Im in ambiguity......I have the ever present hope, even if it does not cheer me.
Where shall this week take us?
My eyes fill with mountain freedom, of rushing winds and hardy shrubs and trees frozen in the shape of the wind......
But I stride off to work on a red desert. Enjoy my poems, more is to come......
After my many discussions with wise minds, and finding out late on Fri afternoon that I did not get the 60K job, I initialize a huge detox.....I need to lose weight anyway. My body is running wild getting fat and it must be re tuned to the well oiled machine I need it to be. I want my muscles back, sick of my soft girl arms!
Im in ambiguity......I have the ever present hope, even if it does not cheer me.
Where shall this week take us?
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Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
Such great images you conjure up with your words.
Beautifully put.
There is something in your words recently - a shift seems to have occured? You have become a lot more poetic?
Conformity? HA! That is a nasty word isn`t it? Sorry you never got the other job - fate works in mysterious ways.
Good you got back safe and sound, sorry we never managed to meet up, I ended up having to work all weekend so I wouldn`t have been able to make it.
Ash
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Ah dont worry. I only seemed to be in QLD for the smallest flash of time anyway, we'll work it out later.
Ive spent my whole life fighting conformity, swearing I will never give in to it.....And when I have to, I turn to other things to force my individuality. Now Im denied even that. But thats why Im turning to my old friend exercise - forgot about him for a while, but it always makes me feel awesome to be slightly muscle bound! I didnt realize how fat Id gotten! I think the toe put it in overdrive.....
As for the poetry.....Ive always done better in narrative form. I feel like a poser with poetry, theres a certain element that comes out in my journals but no where else - when I just talk about whats happening somehow it comes out sounding like shakespeare! Thats kinda what Im tryin for.....And when I talk about my beloved mountains, it comes easy.