October 28, 2008

anberlin concert

it was amazing
(what other word to describe with
but one used already a thousand plus a few?)

avec jicki simon & rosemary (at front!)

starting with the beautiful boys from
THERE FOR TOMORROW
with the most stunning eyes
and gorgeous hair and attitudes and stage presence
with amazing songs even tho no-one knew them
know them now

and then came in the most random band
LIGHTS STRAIGHT.. or something. i forget.
but they are so random, and their choruses are so funny but catchy
"something... watch you die!" no one knew them AT ALL.

next was SCARY KIDS SCARING KIDS
which pushed my body quite mushedly into the fence
that stopped me from touching these whoa bands
anyways, two guys: the piano guy was like... dancing on stage
it was so sexy and he was like throwing things at the audience
with long luscious hair (looks good with head-banging)
and a tattoo of wings on his back... yum.
and then there was this emo skinny boy
but when he played it was like woo so ying! and he had this tatoo
on his chest that was like... tree roots or a spider web
i don't know but he was hot.

all the while people were surfing over our heads
and falling to the floor... very nice secu-guards
always checking to see if the front row was hurt
or not (we were not... ish)

[ and its funny i'm 'obsessing' over these pretty boys
but they are just people like us. but talented. and pretty.
but human. i never forgot. sometimes, the highness they get is scary ]

and next was ANBERLIN (the omg factor of everything)
with this boy behind me yabbering away at simon about how
amazing this favourite of all bands was perspiration dripping...
but when they came on... it was good:
they were beautiful on stage, with stephan's high high lullaby voice
and pro guitar & drums & base & piano kiddo from a-something (ascend?)
and everyone knew all the lyrics so it was crazy singing
and and and...
i don't want to write more i can't do it justice.

[ during sometimes i was in it and sometimes i was detached
and sometimes i thought of my bfh project, and sometimes i just sang ]

bought two tees (tft & anb) and met anberlin
what KIND people ... all the bands (tft & anb).
freezing cold, warm hearts, sweaty bodies.
pictures with pretty people yaya.

now i am home and i need to do hmwk. love, e.

October 26, 2008

poems iii

some from the last grade
that i deleted before,
but here they are again
i think i like them now

as always, enjoy
that is all, enjoy

delight (P10)

i delight in your face
in your hair, in your dress
i delight in your flavour
of vulgar wine and tiptoe kisses
i delight in your breath
sweet doe meadows and crazy old men

hush; i am living 

first eyes (P9)

yours are the first eyes i've ever seen
the chatter of the neon stars are background pixels
it's amazing i swear i'll use that word ten thousand and again
times square was never this bright
even in the noisiest night
it just seems so desperately right
to hold your hand
my own sweet baby

amazing!
amazing!
amazing!
defy the law, draw a line
amazing! 

on my floor (P8)

residue of the babble before
simple nonsense, wise men's chore
ring in my soft-lit ears
my fears are plently
my soul is cold
a few keys, where again

what melody is a word?
emotional whisps
pour from my lips
bitten and bought, smitten for naught
the rhymes are plently
the floor is cold 

October 25, 2008

holy spirit

if that was the holy spirit
then all my words should come from him

October 22, 2008

virtual child, nature's child (P7)

(stemmed from bfh article "do we still love life?"
the sad sad world where we don't feel the sun,
but rather, see it from window panes reflected off our pc screens)

what a pile of necrophile-s
all of all in thumbnails small
strike a pose, flashbulbs flash
sluts and hoes, mish thee mash
geeks and freaks, scry my mind
for the compliment; no time!
they have photoshopped the think
said 'gorgeous ladies' with a wink
and a slight 'wzzp?' 'not much'
words the unafraid to touch
touch touch tap, space bars wild
i wish i was a virtual child

control my face my bod my age
i the queen of my own cage
contrast button pressed by three
being this creature i am free
myself the spotless perfect clean
conspired by me and virtual means
flirting's easy with eyes averted
could care less, i the ne'er deserted
virtual play; be at it all day
smiles and frowns a click a tap
tap tap enter, space bars wild
i wish i was a virtual child

x

wonders, wonders circle round
planets' singing laughter found
splendour, splendour sunshine rains
down on my sweet golden face
pitter patter wind-drops fall
hold this hand, my All-in-All!
birds they dance and fish they fly
above the starry-seagull skies
trees stand firm and grasses grow
on the earth's great bosom sow
fields of oat and moon-dust smiles
i wish i was nature's child

small compared with nature's grace
God-willed creatures fill the space
great and short the humble mind
on mud-beds the eye must find
above is green and purple red
thunder filled my shaking head
my frame of marble was but straw
cut down my trunk-thigh with a saw
i defy; i scream my curse
rioting tempests aid my words
running with the nations wild
i wish i was nature's child

October 21, 2008

shut the spoon up

"oh, just shut up

not you, don't take everything personally
(taking things personally is selfish, you know?)
just him & just her & just this mouth of mine

just, just; just!
my justice is here,
goodbye, mouth of trash!"

said the lady with a smile, and heart held high.

October 18, 2008

poems ii

very old poems
when i was.. 8? 10? 12?

just wanted my young self
out in the world somewhere.

here,
enjoy.

the quiet room (P6)

this is the quiet-room
where a pin drop is an uproar
where a whisper is a yell
where a secret is a banner, screaming voices free
this is the quiet-room

this is the quiet-room
where a heartbreak is an earthquake
where a tear-drop is a waterfall
where the neonlights are dimmed, by the great call of the stars
this is the quiet-room

daisies (P5)

the memories planted where the daisies grow
the children remember
the children they know
the place where the daisies grow

the memories fading in the silver of cold
for we all forget
for we all out-grow
too tall for the flowers of white and gold

petals of memories from our lost life
we all want it back
we long to regrow
and find the daisies we sold

October 15, 2008

falling out

[ :) ] 
i am falling out of this world
and falling into Love.
i hope i get pushed off the cliff
i hope i dive for the thousand foot bottom
i hope i scream all the way and keep my eyes open
i know i will shatter
i ask for it, because this temple is not enough
to hold every ray of light, every glittering word, every shining eye
i ask for my walls to spill over with holes
so his spirit can burst forth
i want to die to this
i want to break this up
i want to run away
to where He is, and take everyone i know (and don't) with me.

[ :( ]
i am falling out
am i not connecting?
yesterday i suddenly couldn't spell
yesterday i suddenly couldn't speak
yesterday the silence was awful
yesterday i laughed but it came from my throat
yesterday i grew a little, but i am sad today.
i am joyful always (God of glory, Lord of love),
but today? i am sad.

[ :| ]
i am afraid i won't get a husband
i have this fear of choosing someone
only because i have no one.
now that i said that, i am not afraid.
YES! Victory? keep me clean.

[ :'( ]
i miss rachel & crystal
the two at the same time

[ :D ]
i love tc media & worship

[ :\ ]
my dad is at willowcreek right now
take me there, daddy! i miss him a little.
but i know he will come back.

[ :) ]
let's end off happy
fare thee well, love of mine

October 11, 2008

branded & barren

branded
branded to wear JC on my sleeve

i want her to KNOW the cry of Love; love is patient,
love is kind. he loved her to to death - the Cross.
is it that forgotten laugh? 'look outside!' but a blindness to the sun!
is it? it is? oh. but that's if you do it with the HUMAN mind
pray for the G-force? and then comes the anything, anything.
i was put here and she is there right now not here.
where can i go to help her not hurt?
ten years driving deeper into a sinking feeling;
it was MEANT to break and i pray it was meant to turn-back-around
all the days of the 08 summer.
why? is not a good question right now.
how? is more like it.

HOW?! waiting. waiting. love is patient, love is kind.

barren
the earth is barren: no baby no care of love
we don't care and we only love me; eyes-closed
the world will ever ever continue to twist
and earthquakes fume and walls go up
forget the third world! the one with the golden bird
first is a best kind of word, a world worse
a break in the wall - a brick falling down
stock markets ground and political wars rise
forget starvation, i'm going to take a photo
of this falling baby, this breaking wall,
with my eyes-closed, i twist words

October 08, 2008

drama: dancing crying treacherous love

(this is going to be hard to explain...)

this is about an exercise that happened today in drama. part one is emotion-ridden and will not make sense. part two is my actor mind processing the emotion. part three is what the exercise was really about. enjoy.

part 1
"always, the first person you find is your scene partner"
i navigated my body to find her with my eyes and then i did and we were looking into each other and just breathing. for some strange reason, she started to cry, and i saw her eyes and they were just raining rivers of salt down her face around her chin and dripping on the floor, i imagine making huge splashes of flood water on the dust-men down there. and i saw her eyes and i just wanted to comfort her, i didn't need to know what was wrong (or right), i just needed to be there and to share. and she was crying and crying and i wanted so badly to cry with her, but i wanted to be her confident and wonderwall, and i couldn't cry. and i needed - it was a part of me - to make her better (or to always be in the process of making her better), but i didn't want to (at the same time) because her sadness was beautiful and was such a celebration to the world. i touched her hand first or maybe she found me, but her clammy clasped hand was a dream in itself, with star-speckled banners pronouncing love. i found myself beseeching, on one knee, her head once my size now far and small in the tiny vast distance i covered on the way to feel the floor under my leg. i knew she would accept, but there's always apprehension and the afraid of the moment, but the next second she was down and we were both going back up. and i just needed to fall into her embrace and it was fulfilling and good. it crossed my mind to stab her, but i knew i couldn't and i would not wait for her to do it i would just enjoy the wonderful embrace in the moment. and i was crying now because she could be okay, and she was crying harder and i stopped crying first and i was just peaceful, relaxed, calm, not waiting, just being. after a long long time - eternity, perhaps, or four minutes - she raised her fist and stabbed my back and the spear of parting just shook my body with a spear through my heart. i turned my head and suddenly i was crying and crying and crying so hard my frame was shaking with anger and hatred but no, not hatred, never hatred, because i loved her so (in that moment) and so i began my sad dance. i flung my arms out to let go of my feeling, i grabbed my imaginary heart two centimeters away from my real heart and flung it away from myself away away, and i know what i wanted was to throw away my warm beating heart but i wanted to keep it at the same time because it was a gift she gave me. arms twisting, gnarled legs pulsing dancing crying crying for my lost love. tragic treacherous beautiful tearful Love.

part 2
so throughout the entire exercise, my actors awareness was fully there, and i kind of took in all the emotions and i really liked being able to feel these emotions but at same time know i can detach myself because it wasn't real. i felt nothing at first, then i felt a concern, a care, a love, a being loved, and then a heart-broken pain. layer after layer of emotion that if real would drive me insane, but in drama is good for the stage. and i think today was really successful in connecting and "feeling" because i really followed my impulses: no mind games of "oh are you doing this" or "i'm going to wait". and then after having these emotions haphazardly placed on me, i really did "shake it out". i let my body fly and move in abstract ways that would not make sense in a world not imaginary. i was blind to the classroom with my eyes open because i needed to let out my emotion through my body in a dramatic way. it felt good. real good. i was, of course, really tired and emotionally drained (DUH) and physically drained (equal DUH) but after i was just... peaceful, and while knowing i might not be able to make another good connection i could still try. and i did. yay.

part 3
so, the whole purpose of this exercise is to help develop our body movement, and connect our emotions to the body and just let our brains turn off for a little while as we dance our emotions out.
so the exercise is that first, we warm our bodies up (biiig workout my thighs are burning) and open ourselves to be emotionally available to other people and put aside all things that are not drama related (i.e. judgement). then we walk around the room not focusing on anything but filling spaces. then we come into eye contact with someone and stand there. from then on, we let our impulses make our decisions; no mind games. the order of the exercise is this: eye contact - touch - beseech - embrace - stab - walk away. so, after we come into eye contact, i can choose to a) walk closer b) move father back or c) leave the eye contact and walk away. if our impulse is to walk closer do so. after two or three minutes look must lead to touch, which might be hand holding hand, hands on waist, whatever. then - if impulse allows - someone must do a beseeching, which is like asking someone to marry you: going down on one knee, always in eye contact. if they accept you you'll maneuver into the most beautiful embrace where you just melt into the other person, where you are vulnerable, and where you can rest your head. this embrace can go on forever and for a moment... but once you need to end it, you must raise your hand and stab the other person in the back with a fist. after that, no more eye contact and no more connection with each other. this is so heartbreaking, to kill the one you love, or to be stabbed or left by the one you accepted or pleaded with, that you have to, have to, shake it out of your body (this is so shakespeare). this is the most important part: because we have a very big amount of emotional energy, we must get it out... but not by collapsing (as many do when they cry, collapsing on the bed, collapsing into yourself) but by moving. dancing. we dance our bodies into shapes, that don't make sense in reality, but we dance and dance our bodies out until we are spent and the emotion of the moment leaves us. because that is all acting is, being in the moment - feeling each emotion as they come, touching the emotion, and remembering the emotion (for later use in the dramatic world - what worked, and what didn't work... what was interesting and engaging and what was boring). embracing the love, embracing the fear, embracing the pain that comes with separation. in the real world, we have things that last longer than just a moment. but this is imagery. this is not reality. this is acting and it is fun and i LOVE it.

a lonesome lunch (but not)

(i wrote this during what i am describing - outside the civic center, sitting facing the pond... the italic part is something you wouldn't understand but i need it here)
(i'm not even sure if i want anyone to read this. i don't know but i do.)

i am profoundly and stupidly touched because Johnston told whoever was presenting that i had a question or comment. it is so silly, because i am always voicing my opinions but i guess i just sit back for BFH. some people are always saying what they want and some people are always scared to stand up. both might be a kind of fear and unfear. i don't know what i am in the aspect, i am always growing, changing. lately, my thoughts don't articulate themselves, but i think that is a part of growing up... and not out.

and anyways, i was just so... something... after class that i thought you know what? i need time for myself and my thoughts (one and the same?) and God (didn't do devos this morning @#$!). my lunch is second and i usually eat with eight of my friends but sometimes i feel it is a waste! i look forward to lunch... but why? all we talk about is... nothing. sometimes, we touch upon important things that have meaning but... it is dismissed as not a part of the here and now and real life, but only somewhere we go when we feel like it.

so i am eating alone, and i don't mind, it feels good to just be here in the sun, shadow of pen highlighting the bottom of this page, hair blowing and then not, sound of everything seagulls and geese and the water, wind and grass. it is a cloudless day, with room for stretching and being.

i love human connection, i love understanding someone, but i need to be here right now, at this time. like in drama; follow my intuition (not always, but this is right). it's kind of cold and a black man is talking on the phone ten meters away, his voice is a part of this. the warmth of the sun reaches my bones better than the hot hot shower i had this morning.

i think... i thought something but i don't want to say it. when i read back, i will not remember and it will be a mystery for myself. how quickly we can't recall.

so today was the importance of education... or whatever the article was called. oh. function of education. it's so crazy: we are talking and talking about it... but we don't come up with ways to act. camus would hate us :). but seriously: okay we can change how we view things... instead of 1 + 1 = 2... we can do: oh my goodness... one plus one... is TWO. there are TWO now, where there was only one and one! be amazed a bit more.

there is a duck two meters in front of me. it is just aimlessly floating... it is beautiful.

but teachers have to be taught that students may have answers they never knew existed.

the sun of this autumn day is so warm, thank You, God.
THE DUCK JUST SCRATCHED IT'S BEAK! 
wow i haven't used the word 'beak' in a long time. this is what we are missing. SCREW GAMEBOY.

... to turn society, to scratch the system. but surely, in my here and now, if i learn to break free, and live, then re-enter the system... lives would be changed. it's the attitude, it's the responsibility, it's the freedom, it is our God. revolting against ourselves, trying new things. raising your hand.

i do not feel alienated because i am not alone. i was alienated from the world before. i am an alien.
i am nostalgic for daisy-chains. i remember those things... how could i forget?

a lot of the time when i ask myself 'what would they think?' i imagine myself just going to poor Africa where the need for life is more important than others judging us (WHO IS THEY?! everyone not me? or maybe everyone who is an 'us' that matters... or probably doesn't matter).

our bodies take pictures. the golden sun-flow is honestly imprinting itself onto the fabric of my skin.

my friends just came and were surprised (ALONE?! when you... don't HAVE to be?!)
their reactions amuse me and don't touch my heart in the same way they used to.

i threw a piece of meat to a seagull and now they are all surrounding me... CRAP.