Sunday, December 29, 2013

Prophesy # 2

You will always miss the connection you had. 
You will see it in the special food / beverages you shared
You will see it in the movies
You will hear it in the music selling you things as you walk around the store. 
You will continue to get subtle reminders of the essence that you have grown to love,  unique to only one thing
You will remember that you asked it to leave. 
You will remember and question how you could ever not be attracted to it. 
Your longing for the past will never cease.  You will continue to lie to yourself and others
You will not see any of yourself in this Prophesy
You will see all of yourself in this
Your temper will always be an issue. 
When you get angry,  you will try to hurt the ones around you. 
As you read this,  your anger will still be pounding in your head even though this piece has absolutely nothing to do with you. 

Friday, December 27, 2013

Prophesy #1

You're biggest fear of being boring and unimportant will be chasing you the rest of your life. 
You will continue to place your entire self esteem on your physical appearance,  until enough time has passed and you can no longer hide from how ugly you truly are. 
You will continue to consume and attempt to purchase your ease of mind. 
Gifts for those who support your perspective on yourself that you wish was true. 
Balding from the genetic stress and joints arthritic with resentment,  and bitter lines tell the story of years of denial and delusions of grandeur unrealized. 
This words will hibernate through the years of celebration.
Pretending to like alcohol to appear more interesting and fun until the day comes where you are not able to hide behind the loud music,  dim lights,  and youthful lusts connecting with people. 

You will quote popular spiritual sayings that are trending at the time to elevate your self perception of pretend internal growth. 
"I'm really trying to learn how to love myself and put myself first " or" I'm learning how to be comfortable on my own "
" I'm really trying to face my fears "
As these words begin to fulfill themselves your sense of guilt and regret will drive you to a form of charitable penance where you no longer search for praise on your faded physical beauty,  but instead look for artificial confirmation on morally impossible emotions like compassion,  empathy,  selflessness,  or humility. 
Your fears of being alone will haunt your empty halls of unimportant buildings. 
You won't be able to escape the memories of the love that was rejected. 

The next 30 years will be spent doing one of following : trying to relive the good past memories.  2. Running from whatever the perception of unpleasantness that you might be feeling in the current moments.  3. Waiting for a future idealized moment that will never come. 

You are so vain,  you will:
first be angry that you feel like this is written about you.
2. Your ego will kick in and say" that's not me. 
3. This Prophesy doesn't know anything

The only love you will be able to give is the type that is purchased and then gone later. 
You will hold onto your possessions and gather more to you as you feel more and more lonely and unlovable. 
When there is no one else who wants to buy your love,  where will you be??
You will hide in your mindless entertainment designed to sell you more unhappiness to fill your sense of guilt and identity. 
You will always be late. 
You will have days when you won't get out of bed because you are so empty. 
If you have children,   you will spoil them with a life of unreal expectations,  Consumerism,  entitlement,  and emptiness.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Watching ants

As I watch the ants busy on their way somewhere important I think on a thought of how I once believed in soul mates. 
Sesame lays next to me only long enough until a squirrel decides to venture onto the leafy ground and she is gone. 
She is now sitting,  No laying a few feet in front of me in the sun.  The huge cow leg bone the noodle shop gave me is next to her,  as though in defense from the squirrels. 
I don't know if I believe in soul mates anymore.
  The sun feels warm on my skin.
Her black furr radiates some heat .
It's a good feeling of reassurance when someone is trying to hurt you with their words,  but they don't know you well enough to actually say anything that can hurt you. 
They try to lash out to protect something that the believe everyone else is blind to. 
The squirrel's nest above my head has been used by generations over the years.
Hours of sitting around,  looking at these trees. 

Friday, December 6, 2013

Bodies

Before our bodies were shamed by clothes, 
before our minds were dulled by language
We sat laughing in bubble baths

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Waiting

The silence of waiting,  waiting
for the clay to dry out a little more
Waiting for messages and images to work their way out of wrinkles around our eyes and lengthen our noses
As we lay awake lying to ourselves about the stories that brought us to this moment
The one that we give credit to everyone else for creating for us. 
Broken eyes and teeth cut our fingers deep. 
Blank stares reflecting when eyes were more than just seeing, but actually being used for a purpose. 
Even a piss pot of exquisite terribleness is still more fulfilled than the ghosts of vessels broken looking out blankly as they stick out as empty decorative tradition that no one cares for. 
The many different faces throughout my life that move across the clay surface until they are eventually frozen solid in dry clay.