fight or flight
to sink or to swim
a dark desire
an impossible feat
around you it beckons
seductive, undeniable
fight and lose
give in and still lose
no way out, the bars closing in
can't breathe, can't sleep
can't feel, can't see
anything but the dark temptation
and still
fight or flight
sink or swim
stay or go
freedom.
hard-won.
elusive.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
a delish serving of banana pancakes
perfect song for rainy, cozy days like today...
You hardly even notice
when I try to show you
this song is meant to keep ya
from doing what you're supposed to
like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it's the weekend now
And we can pretend it all the time, yeah
Can't you see that it's just raining
there ain't no need to go outside
But just maybe,
halaka ukulele
mama made a baby
Really don't mind the practice
cause you're my little lady
lady lady love me
cause I love to lay here lazy
we could close the curtains
pretend like there's no world outside
And we can pretend it all the time
and can't you see that it's just raining
there ain't no need to go outside
ain't no need ain't no need Mmmm MMmmm
Can't you see, can't you see
rain all day
and I don't mind.
The telephone singing ringing it's too early don't pick it up
we don't need to
we got everything we need right here and everything we need is enough
just so easy
when the whole world fits inside of your arms
do we really need to pay attention to the alarm?
wake up slow, mmm mmm wake up slow
But baby You hardly even notice
when I try to show you
this song is meant to keep ya
from doing what you're supposed to
like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
i'll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it's the weekend now
And we can pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just raining
ain't no need to go outside
ain't no need ain't no need
rain all day I really really really don't mind
Can't you see, can't you see,
you gotta wake up slow
You hardly even notice
when I try to show you
this song is meant to keep ya
from doing what you're supposed to
like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it's the weekend now
And we can pretend it all the time, yeah
Can't you see that it's just raining
there ain't no need to go outside
But just maybe,
halaka ukulele
mama made a baby
Really don't mind the practice
cause you're my little lady
lady lady love me
cause I love to lay here lazy
we could close the curtains
pretend like there's no world outside
And we can pretend it all the time
and can't you see that it's just raining
there ain't no need to go outside
ain't no need ain't no need Mmmm MMmmm
Can't you see, can't you see
rain all day
and I don't mind.
The telephone singing ringing it's too early don't pick it up
we don't need to
we got everything we need right here and everything we need is enough
just so easy
when the whole world fits inside of your arms
do we really need to pay attention to the alarm?
wake up slow, mmm mmm wake up slow
But baby You hardly even notice
when I try to show you
this song is meant to keep ya
from doing what you're supposed to
like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
i'll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it's the weekend now
And we can pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just raining
ain't no need to go outside
ain't no need ain't no need
rain all day I really really really don't mind
Can't you see, can't you see,
you gotta wake up slow
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
episode 1. the night, her light
she looked at him, listening intently. his voice, reminiscent of a smoky blues club, wraps around her like a warm cocoon. god. she could listen to him for hours. he continues to ramble on about his crappy day at work, his ass-kisser of a co-worker and his dumber than dirt boss. it didn't matter that he was cursing a blue streak about that 5 pm traffic or that stale, overpriced meal they just had. his voice was her light. it was her happy place.
then she noticed a small smile slowly forming on his soft lips. she knew what was coming and prepared herself. she knew who he was gonna talk about. her. the one person she could never compare to. a paragon of virtue. she drew in a quiet, deep breath and steadied herself against the coming waves of jealousy.
"she called me last night.", he starts.
"oh yeah?",she replies.
"uh-huh. we spent the entire night talking. she's so great. and her laugh! wow.", he says with a grin.
"you are such a perv!"
and they both laughed aloud.
and he doesn't have an inkling of how much that simple exchange cost her.
he doesn't know that every time, he thinks about that girl, every time he speaks that girl's name, she bleeds a little. and she wonders how much more blood she'll shed tonight. and what she'll do when her light finally goes out.
then she noticed a small smile slowly forming on his soft lips. she knew what was coming and prepared herself. she knew who he was gonna talk about. her. the one person she could never compare to. a paragon of virtue. she drew in a quiet, deep breath and steadied herself against the coming waves of jealousy.
"she called me last night.", he starts.
"oh yeah?",she replies.
"uh-huh. we spent the entire night talking. she's so great. and her laugh! wow.", he says with a grin.
"you are such a perv!"
and they both laughed aloud.
and he doesn't have an inkling of how much that simple exchange cost her.
he doesn't know that every time, he thinks about that girl, every time he speaks that girl's name, she bleeds a little. and she wonders how much more blood she'll shed tonight. and what she'll do when her light finally goes out.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
the power of the dead
the power of the dead lies not in their ability to strike fear into the hearts of man. it does not come from a place of darkness where the brave dare not go. it does not sprout from horror stories told to children or late night camp fires.
no, the power of the dead lies in their ability to bring people together. it is in the memories of the life they lived, in the life they shared with the living, that their true power comes.
every year, we gather around them to celebrate their lives and to be thankful that they allowed us to be part of it. we come together to bask in the memories of their well-lived lives and reminisce our favorite moments with them.
the power of the dead lies in the love they left with each one of us that nudges us to jump in the throngs of people, carrying our makeshift kitchen and dining table, lighting and guarding the candles especially bought for them. the power of the dead is seen in the people that surrounds their final resting place. the people who forsake the comforts of home just to be near them. it is in the testament of how well the loved and are loved in return.
no, the power of the dead lies in their ability to bring people together. it is in the memories of the life they lived, in the life they shared with the living, that their true power comes.
every year, we gather around them to celebrate their lives and to be thankful that they allowed us to be part of it. we come together to bask in the memories of their well-lived lives and reminisce our favorite moments with them.
the power of the dead lies in the love they left with each one of us that nudges us to jump in the throngs of people, carrying our makeshift kitchen and dining table, lighting and guarding the candles especially bought for them. the power of the dead is seen in the people that surrounds their final resting place. the people who forsake the comforts of home just to be near them. it is in the testament of how well the loved and are loved in return.
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