Well I am back, its been a while since I have been on so I do apologize. The current state of the union in TAE land.
Still single
Made out with a Lesbian last weekend (still not sure what is up with that)
I am studying my ass off, and running my ass off
Last weekend I was drunk, havent been that drunk since 1999
I wrote this a long time ago.....thought I should post it for reasons unknown to me.
Guarded
Its an open door for you, my mind that is. Theres no thought you cant tap into, no desire I wont tell you of.
But I stand at your wall, running my fingers along the stone and steel that holds it strong and true. This wall is much taller and stronger than the others. It came out of the ground at the dark soil, ascending toward the heavens. It reminded me of the mountain you once spoke of, but reaching the top of this wall seemed a much greater feet. With the other walls they seemed to open when I touched them. This one seems to have no door and no keyhole. I put my ear to the wall and hear not a sound from the other side, except for you heartbeat somewhere in the distance. I say to myself I guess it was inevitable, I once thought I wouldnt get this far, but I am fortunate to have made it farther than most.
I look at the sky, barely seeing the top of this great mass extending to each horizon on my left and right. I examine it carefully, running my hands over it slowly. I feel the smooth cold surface of the steel that quickly turns into rough stone. There is no pattern to the steel or stone, both placed randomly as though a child, someone very young, built this wall. The stone was warm from the sun, the steel even warmer, smooth as glass. The stone colors were white like granite and red like clay, indicating the good things in life, purity and passion. The dark steel was the color of the night, solid black suggesting that the trials of life had pushed against it with great power.
Most walls I have encountered were shaped and formed, with some sort of pattern and structure. This one is the strongest, yet seems to have no definite structure, just pieced together without blueprints. Night slowly covers the sky like a blanket, and I camp at the foot of this wall. As I lay still the summer breeze teases the small fire I built. I consider leaving, but stayed to gather my thoughts and look at my options.
I woke slowly, seeing a little smoke still coming from the fire. I stretched and then turned to face the wall. I reached into my bag of supplies and pulled out a cigarette. I took steady even pulls from it, exhaling slowly, the whole time examining your wall with my hands and eyes once more.
Thinking to myself I said, A million soldiers couldnt break down this wall, neither could a tidal wave from a hurricane. I could spend my life on the end of a sledgehammer and never crack the surface. I must be patient and humble to get through.
I rekindled the fire and sat against the wall. From my bag I pulled paper and pen. I wrote for three days, and then I slept, using the fruit from your trees as nourishment. I woke on the morning of the fourth day. I pulled from my bag a small hammer and a masonry nail. With steady strokes I nailed the manuscript to your strong wall.
I then packed my bag. I could feel the weight on my shoulders pushing towards the earth. I walked away into the distance from where I came. Upon reaching the second ridge I turned back to face the guarding mass. It seemed to smile at me, but it wasnt a smile gloating that I couldnt get through. It was a grateful smile that said Thank you for leaving me something from you although I couldnt let you in.
Copyright 2004
Still single
Made out with a Lesbian last weekend (still not sure what is up with that)
I am studying my ass off, and running my ass off
Last weekend I was drunk, havent been that drunk since 1999
I wrote this a long time ago.....thought I should post it for reasons unknown to me.
Guarded
Its an open door for you, my mind that is. Theres no thought you cant tap into, no desire I wont tell you of.
But I stand at your wall, running my fingers along the stone and steel that holds it strong and true. This wall is much taller and stronger than the others. It came out of the ground at the dark soil, ascending toward the heavens. It reminded me of the mountain you once spoke of, but reaching the top of this wall seemed a much greater feet. With the other walls they seemed to open when I touched them. This one seems to have no door and no keyhole. I put my ear to the wall and hear not a sound from the other side, except for you heartbeat somewhere in the distance. I say to myself I guess it was inevitable, I once thought I wouldnt get this far, but I am fortunate to have made it farther than most.
I look at the sky, barely seeing the top of this great mass extending to each horizon on my left and right. I examine it carefully, running my hands over it slowly. I feel the smooth cold surface of the steel that quickly turns into rough stone. There is no pattern to the steel or stone, both placed randomly as though a child, someone very young, built this wall. The stone was warm from the sun, the steel even warmer, smooth as glass. The stone colors were white like granite and red like clay, indicating the good things in life, purity and passion. The dark steel was the color of the night, solid black suggesting that the trials of life had pushed against it with great power.
Most walls I have encountered were shaped and formed, with some sort of pattern and structure. This one is the strongest, yet seems to have no definite structure, just pieced together without blueprints. Night slowly covers the sky like a blanket, and I camp at the foot of this wall. As I lay still the summer breeze teases the small fire I built. I consider leaving, but stayed to gather my thoughts and look at my options.
I woke slowly, seeing a little smoke still coming from the fire. I stretched and then turned to face the wall. I reached into my bag of supplies and pulled out a cigarette. I took steady even pulls from it, exhaling slowly, the whole time examining your wall with my hands and eyes once more.
Thinking to myself I said, A million soldiers couldnt break down this wall, neither could a tidal wave from a hurricane. I could spend my life on the end of a sledgehammer and never crack the surface. I must be patient and humble to get through.
I rekindled the fire and sat against the wall. From my bag I pulled paper and pen. I wrote for three days, and then I slept, using the fruit from your trees as nourishment. I woke on the morning of the fourth day. I pulled from my bag a small hammer and a masonry nail. With steady strokes I nailed the manuscript to your strong wall.
I then packed my bag. I could feel the weight on my shoulders pushing towards the earth. I walked away into the distance from where I came. Upon reaching the second ridge I turned back to face the guarding mass. It seemed to smile at me, but it wasnt a smile gloating that I couldnt get through. It was a grateful smile that said Thank you for leaving me something from you although I couldnt let you in.
Copyright 2004
oki:
sandhills area
tae:
where is that?