Nothing natural will break this hold

Sick feelings rise to sink, Im told.

Whatever it is that breaks this mould

will devastate us both.

I wonder
I wander
Amongst the tall trees, dim light and falling leaves
The earth is cold on my face.

I may just dig myself a hole and harden there until the sun sets
I may instead climb a tree, jump from branch to branch
Soaring high, branches fail
The earth is cold against my face.

For now I will dig a hole, deep down away from the dimming light.
I will write my own and submit it amongst the masses and may feel whole for a moment

until I see you again, I might feel full for a moment
Today’s mould will be full, but not with

School
Essays x 3
Presentation
Readings x 1,000,000

Music
Practice Drums x 1,000,000
ALM Trio Press Kit to print and spread like butter

Domenic’s Music
Teach unappreciative youngsters how to open their ears and mind to the world.
If only they knew.

Easel.ca
Gather army (easel.ca/join.asp)
Inform army (newsletter)
Implement action (Vincent Massey, Summer ‘06)

Sleep
8 hours a night? I wish.

Eat
More. Healthy.

Exercise
Happy body is a happy mind.
Happy mind is a happy body.

Communicate
Everyone with mouths should use their ears.
Then their mouths.

Peace

Forget the definition of love. I thought perhaps this morning I would look into the contexts of ‘friend’, that I have experienced (yes, those are quotes around the word ‘friend’ and yes I have just used quotations within brackets…).

Best Friend
Don’t even get me started on this one. You mean to tell me you can pick one person for always and forever? Good luck.

Good Friend
Are they necessarily always available when you’re down? A shoulder to lean on? Perhaps a good friend is one who isn’t always around at your every whim, and who leads an interesting enough life that you see little of them or less so than those friends you consider less ‘good’.
Perhaps a Good friend is one who will not always supply that shoulder of relief. Rather than feeding you buckets of ice cream when your complexes get the best of you, they call you on your actions and beliefs. They bring forth the attributes of yourself that you thought were kept well hidden from the world. They bare open wounds to the elements, and what’s more, they pull their shoulder away.
Cherish these people. Often they are lost or abandoned in fits of mindless anger when once is brought to terms with their issues. The self drowns itself again.

The Acquaintance
What an invisible line. The dude you nod to. The folks you share ideas with in class. Your highschool mates. Family you wish wasn’t, and is only once every 5 years for that bbq reunion. Those that seem so benevolent and open- a mind you’d love to share, and yet you rarely get quality time with them. There are the leeches who call upon you in times of need and seemingly only then, or who always happen to run into you at their convenience. Those who ring you up to inform you of your participation in some social gathering of the cows to consume and create a scene in their name, towards their reputation. Thanks for the invite.

I have known some people for years if not over a decade. I have known some people for days.
Some of these individuals I would consider important to me and have stood out as truly supportive, positive influences on my being, exploration of life and health. Some I have known for ages and cannot recall why I continue to.
An attempt to label everyone would certainly be an exercise in vanity, and I am not about to do so, except for these people- you’re cut:

Just kidding.

It is late and as usual my ideas turned to mush pretty quickly. Hope you enjoyed my semi-rant-definition-not quite sure what.
I may elaborate on this more later, when I reread it in a well-slept state.

Peace!

New server upgrades equates more delicious party favours for the guests!

E-Peace

“And so, at the end of a five-hour meeting, the assembled were asked to consider:

Whereas George W. Bush has:

1. Misled the nation about Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction;

2. Misled the nation about ties between Iraq and Al Qaeda;

3. Used these falsehoods to lead our nation into war unsupported by international law;

4. Not told the truth about American policy with respect to the use of torture; and

5. Directed the government to engage in domestic spying, in direct contravention of U.S. law;

Therefore, the voters of the town of Newfane ask that our representative to the U.S. House of Representatives file articles of impeachment to remove him from office.

All in favour?: 129. All opposed?: 21. Meeting adjourned.”
-CommonDreams.org

So the site is back up after a brief server upgrade. I was a little worried for a while that mine and Paul’s blogs would be lost forever!
Then again, who am I to doubt the sheer genius of Tony Hawkson.

Thanks again Tones!

Peace

I haven’t been looking at myself in the mirror much lately. I don’t find my self that way like I used to. I would escape groups and gatherings consciously or subconsciously, to appease my wandering, scattered mind by making eye-contact with myself. This was reassurance, perhaps, that the thoughts and continual, non-stop existence that I experienced were indeed my own, and of one body alone.

Now I do not find myself in mind or mirror-image body. I look at my legs as i stretch out before bed and question their singularity. They exist, this must be so, whether by virtue of the physical universe or necessarily of my mind, they are there. But is there only one reality of my legs- my body, and everything else, or are there more than one, perhaps overlaid in space and even time. And if so, by what dimension do I (can I) transcend or move between these realities? Is it a product of thought and time? Perhaps by a discretion not simply of my own…