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Interests: new beginnings, finding out what i'm all about, loving when it's difficult and coming out upside of down.
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Several times I saw him, before I noticed him. His eyes are like christmas and his smile makes a difference within my core. Perhaps continents divide the small area of space we inhabit, but there is more, under the skin, muscle aches and memories. He sees me and knows I'm... Continue reading
Posted Oct 4, 2013 at Armchair Philosophies
They Steep on White Porches Corn Cob Man hits Blue Crow Man with yellow light, “Man is not rational; there is intelligence only in that which encompasses him.” Gumming Skinless Apple Man sees only a mirage of salted black hair and he swats, “Damn wood crows!” Porches do exist, under... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2011 at Armchair Philosophies
This morning, all across the world, gift shop employees, chocolatiers, online novelty store shippers, parents, children, aunties and Uncles, Grandmas and Grandpas have laid down the Elfin tools and were ready – or not – to see the joy months of preparation has yielded on the faces of all who... Continue reading
Posted Dec 25, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
There aren't many people who can speak the truth while providing a cush landing pad for the ego to fall to. There are times when that ability had come natural, these days, I think perhaps, the ego should be smashed against a concrete slab rather than placed upon a gold... Continue reading
Posted Jul 7, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
In reading The Art of Tragedy, Nietzche honorable expelling Schopenhauer's belief that lyric poets are so far from reality they cannot see the tragedy in life. On the contrary, the subject being an artist, is already swollen with both contemplation and will. To paraphrase, art cannot be valued on esthetics,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 1, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
I lost something in tonight's twilight and I thought it would feel better than it did... I know now why I am the person I am because of it. In the essence of wanting to do as much damage as I could to someone who hurt me so tragically, I... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
She walks gently past the large oak talking with the wind, her body slim and graceful as her hair, too, talks with the wind in long strides of chocolate brown and golden dawn. In movement, almost weightless her milky caramel feet wisp just above the fallen leaves down a trail... Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
Angela is now following Bort Jones
Mar 16, 2010
glacier grains tumble supposed always to sleep melting peaks canyons drain expose her diamond eyes stumble in click to flash it's all a radical dance a miracle makes her seen Continue reading
Posted Mar 16, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
three times wove in and out, a harder pull, a tighter stitch. Breath is a delicacy on the table of divine hope and structure. No place for the deserts in a boat like this. An oar is my paperweight lost in a winded sea, there are holes in the shackles... Continue reading
Posted Mar 6, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
04 Hobo Blues banjo man plays a lick better than he sings, old hound can't tell japan fans made from newspaper blues. Flower dress starched, just below the knee, propped along side the corner market barefoot and middle of June, sandy roads spread for miles, sweat beads like harmonica sliding... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
Billy Holiday unleashed it. Josephine Baker stunned the world, because she couldn't stop the inside from coming out; she was freed by the sound, remade through the note and key. They tried repressing Elvis. He swung a little too much to the left making the righties jealous, why couldn't they catch it. Too little power trying to control so so much. Oklahoma hushed away and they thought we'd never return, they thought, we. would. never. return. Continue reading
Posted Mar 2, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
I've thought of love lately as harsh, troublesome, one-sided and demeaning. From a child who dreamed of holding hands with the world and spreading peace through courage and love, pure fresh love. Never changing, but somehow always the same. Love is it's very own love story, it falls and breaks... Continue reading
Posted Feb 28, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
What is the one defining moment one is no longer a victim, passed the survivor bit and begins cycling encouraging thoughts of striving into life? I had a conversation with a friend of mine tonight, in which I lashed and ranted a bit about my sadness and current difficulty. He... Continue reading
Posted Feb 25, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
Angela is now following Allan Johnson
Feb 24, 2010
There is a disconnection with the general population of parents and their children where dinners are had in front of the television, report cards aren't looked at and the thought of house rule is almost extinct. Most children are missing out on meaningful conversations and connection to their parents. I needed to go back... From the hard covered books gracing the shelves of a growing writer’s bookcase, where from a long line of philosophers and defiant poets have sincerely influenced my life, I pluck two individuals. Continue reading
Posted Feb 24, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
As assuredly as the evening will meet it's demise, so will the day give sway to the twilight... always the same, yet constantly changing. The seat of the soul rests upon the the choices made in this life. Though there are these darknesses and relapses in laughter, is it still not our responsibility to feed ourselves what we hunger for. I believe that is why I searched in people. I needed to find a source of truth something in someone anywhere that could show me I wasn't alone. The is no text book answer for a thing so profound that a child seeks, but still so many ways to fall in love with the idea of love capture the hearts of young dreamers and keep us holding on. That to me, is a miracle of life.
Toggle Commented Feb 20, 2010 on between two people... at Armchair Philosophies
When something right happens, do sparks fly, do light bulbs brighten up and what is it about the time after the sparks flew to a dull glimmer in the back of the yard or the bulb breaks all over the kitchen floor? Is there still something right? Continue reading
Posted Feb 19, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
There is an innocence in your writing that inspires a warm firefly kinda evening... honestly, did this blog take months to put together or what? Scoop. love and light.
Toggle Commented Feb 19, 2010 on And I was his valentine. at Here's looking at me kid
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I have done it again, backward and bleeding. I allowed it. Suicidal self-fulfillment has bannered the forehead of a shallow man. What is the mystery, the real truth in communication? Give him the one who welcomes his footprints unto her hair until it becomes matted and muddy. I AM THE... Continue reading
Posted Feb 18, 2010 at Armchair Philosophies
Angela is now following The Typepad Team
Feb 18, 2010