my journal

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Passive aggressive

Problems become solutions. We have beautiful spirits. Beauty can know no bounds. The warrior pulls it back. We're like the stars at night. A brand new love story every day. Weaving more and magic into the tapestry. Jung said 'I am not what happened to me, I am what i choose to become'..an expanded consciousness.

I'm the mac daddy; reclaim the handsomeness. Had a salad and veg sandwich for dinner. This is New Me. Dreamers' dreams come true. I'm not afraid to get burnt. Let me get over my ghosts.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Solid ground

The past can't hurt me anymore. Turn it around. Nothing can destroy me today. Not lost at melancholy sea but uptempo verve..healthy doses of serotonin from life's experiences. One can cry through happiness. Each tear carries her name. Purity of connection. Share my dreams with her. Digging deep into hidden recesses. Won't die wondering. Do things different. Become what you were born to be. Lone progenitors. Sacred becomes solid.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

One breath

We have thunder in our hearts. Break the rules, rewrite laws. The spirit of rebellion. “Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”I'm the foil. Tell her all your crazy dreams. Not afraid. I'll catch your heart. The union of the enigmatic. I won't back down. I'm taking control of my life. stfu is shut the fxxk up.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

the meeting station

Heard 'End of the Road' at a beer tasting and it connected with me inside. Love is unconditional; Corinthians say Love does not come to an end. It is always patient and kind; it delights in the truth. It is ready to excuse, to hope and we are that. Angels will rise again. Be ambitious for the higher gifts. Tears streaming down our face, the tightest hug, pull you back from the edge of the precipice.
It was pretty good last night; no volunteer comedown on this shift. We generated x-factor all night, sprinkling magic dust liberally everywhere we went. Meeting people by chance. This is our second chance, a second phase where points in the universe converge. The lost become the found.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Disintegration Street

The safest place tonight away from dystopian destruction was the Triple fff brewery. It had been interesting doing some steward work; you watch others, learn new things. Mon i left the Big Chill and got the 5am train where i slept before going straight to work. In the evening we were caught up in the Clapham Junction malarky.

Wayseers are keepers of the flame; welcome home. If you're not cool then you will not be ready for me now. All bases are covered and the results will look after themselves. I will make my detractors implode by working them over. Feel the vibrations.

Monday, August 01, 2011

the innermost

Fasting, sunbathing; it's a challenge. A test of the mind at the end of it; what will your reactions be? Stand by them.Interlinked with the universe.

When love goes wrong nothing goes right said Marilyn Monroe. People didn't want me to be with a beautiful girl who has made me a better person; it didn't serve their jokes when i was ready to step up. No more 'you fucked it up' or 'why weren't you invited?' or 'she has problems'.. jealousy abound. I was ready to quash the ex's badmouthing with action. I so nearly did it; was a real good go. Would have weathered any storms. When words become empty. I'm just about staying the right side of maudlin. I'll enjoy the battle even if it appears to be a losing one. Get what you want and what you need. Certain people should stay out of my business. I can't keep escaping. My heart feels wrenched. Haven't i been through enough? How many grand gestures are left in the world?