Monday, November 29, 2010

Pictures & Thoughts.

It is said that a picture is worth
a thousand words,
but millions of pictures couldn't
possibly capture what I want to
say to you.
I love you.

I love you softly, but it hurts and
I love you definitely, but I am so unsure.
I love you slowly, but everything is moving so fast.
I love you with all that I am
but I have so little left to give.

If you can picture it,
think of the ocean, deep and seemingly endless
connecting everything that is beautiful.
Think of perfectly content sleep,
lost in dreams and emerging completely energized and relaxed.
Think of a sunny day, warm rays of sun and a smooth breeze
making my summer dress brush against my skin.
Think of the perfect kiss, locked lips interrupted by smiles,
goosebumps appearing on skin at each touch.

Most of all, think of me.
Picture my face and my heart,
and think of how I yearn for you
with every cell of my being,
and know that if I could paint a picture of love,
I'd cover my canvas with you.

Thursday, November 4, 2010


Our love was like reflective street signs,
appearing so distant until
we've hit and passed them,
moving more quickly than
we'd realized on a one way
street to which we'll never return.

The heart is capable of such sacrifice.
Slow down,
Turn around
and walk back in the direction of love.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Jimi Hendrix

I do not apologize for making music my religion,
For being one with every note that
you found to be unorthodox
while I felt each one to be distinctly beautiful.

I do not apologize for making it all seem effortless
Because blues is easy to play but difficult to feel,
And I felt the music
Pulsing in every cell of my body.

I do not apologize for feeling as though craziness and
Heaven are the same place or for believing that
Knowledge speaks but wisdom listens or that
When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.

I do not apologize for living the way I desired
For sacrificing the things I loved for the love of music
Or for putting my faith in the world upon
Letting the music set us all free.

I do not apologize for when 6 became 9
When the wind cried Mary
When the foxy lady made me want to scream
Or when we all became bold as love.

Most of all, I do not apologize for dying,
I played, I lived, I loved, and I kissed the sky.
I urge you not to mourn, for I was not invincible,
And my castle was no more safe from the sea than anyone else’s.