"The Princess Is Not In This Castle".

Whatever happened to those princesses, happily ever after? Oh, those princesses...

We thought the magic was in the castle walls. We thought we could contain and save it away, as if it was something to own and conjure at whim. Now, we find it a "living creature" of its own device that breathes life into the mundane and inanimate. Possess it? No, this fancy, fickle creature possesses us. It is alive.

And now, you princess, take another look at this castle. Bereft of magic and forsaken of love, with not even a handsome prince to warm your bed, or a vicious dragon to keep the loneliness at bay. Solitude permeates the air without even the dim life of a ghostly specter -- even those dark corners don't hold mystery.

This castle was always a fortress of a dungeon but for awhile inhabited and transformed by magic. Was this ever a kingdom?

Vacate the premises and run to the courts; surely there, magic still lingers in the rosebushes and only exists through the cast of spells. But, even they fled the neglected gardens once abundant with fertility; weeds have choked the colors out of petals and bled the earth of nourishment. We created this garden of love, but have just as surely killed it out of indifference and carelessness. There exists no magic in corpses.

What is that throne worth now? Are we to wilt and fade prettily like a dying star in gown and crown upon our sepulcher? 

Princess, darling, precious, all those endearments in the stead of your name. Did you really believe you were so delicate and fragile? Did you believe them when they said your place was to be kept by castle, man, and love? Is that all you desire? 

Take off your gaudy crown; it keeps you from looking up at the sky. Dispose of your heavy attire; it keeps you from being nimble and quick. Remove yourself of those gloves; it disables you from wrangling and mastering the beasts of your nightmares. 

Our valiant prince and fearsome dragon are gone. We see our castle of what it is: sand to be crumbled and clouds to be blown away. We've shed our skin and have exposed ourselves to the sun and air to be weathered and toughened. More than anything we want to find that magic again, not to own or possess, but to learn how to wield -- a miracle so frighteningly unpredictable and wonderfully illuminating. There is magic in this new world. 

A.W.A.K.E.

Such a long lost thought that there would be someone to see my way out here, all of me and not one of the simplified faces I slap on
Such a long lost thought that standing there amongst the many who would touch a part of me deeply, each fills a whole, each reminds me of where we all originated from, each of whom I miss
There would be one to connect with this energy I've acquired the soul 
Strength to take in

Whoever the fuck you are I would love you so hard I'd turn inside out coating the hard marble ground with layers of respect securely embracing intellect tightly slightly lightly tickling that which longs for admiration
looking in your eyes carving shapes turns and enticing burns into the ice creating hallow caves - that shit would echo and bounce weaving love of massive amounts - pounce on the unaware, reach to teach, share care everywhere and which way I'll be your infinite play I'd let you in on this rhythm I'm constantly receiving from the stars
I'd shiver as you intercepted
to penetrate my numb scars

Wound up sparks
ready to fly
released they take hold of
the seconds of this tie
I'd put my baby eyes on, so old yet so young they smile, they are soft for you
They would hold you up always right where you are where you belong, where I see your perfection - I'd tremble as I let it all go for you knowing you would hold me steady in your realm
in ours
as we're in each-other - I'd always be safe

I need release.
I need you.
wherever you are.
If
there
is
a
You.
If there is a Him.

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There are somethings I just can't write about anymore. Because when you write it down, it will never be a mere passing thought. It makes the fleeting permanent and the auric tangible. It's there; it's real, and you can't take it back.

If I refuse to write it down then maybe it could still pass. That feeling, that thought, it can be ignored in your mind and crowded out by other tasks. But write it down in an old brown journal, or type it in a little blog window, and you can never deny its existence, no matter how much you change, or no matter how much you want to.

It's cleaner if you just never write it down.

He, on the other hand, could only wish to make everything that much more real. He grabbed as many pieces of everyday as he could and threw them into the shapes he wished to remember for the years to come. And he cemented it right here, making sure nobody would ever forget it. This time last year, I wondered if he would ever commit me in ink to the book of his own history. Now, I am spending my remaining days on the opening pages of a new chapter. And that, of course, makes me real.

Rhyme the Time

Molecular structures sweat beauty beyond boundless boundaries and barriers while bright bridges connecting land provides security and strength amongst the shallow slippery rocked filled waters flow in a spiral circling down to a hole ejected out and scattered and brisk H2O melted dusty ice pieces fly while they can cut your fucking eye they can also be manipulated into shapes and patterns for one’s own personal use.

::inhale:: Hair flies I’m riding on air like flash of light up there like stars all bright flickering the time is tickering and tock I think goes with that splat 12:00 oclock blink black out white outside then ride snow high as the inside my body tried to escape but I’m standing here in landing gear so fear me I’m tough - Nah I’ve just had enough from the get go early so curly spins I calm myself in the atmosphere of sins flick the light switch the night kick the fight I feel my way around Slick and slight sound brings goose bumps but I’m not afraid of the dark - Jump ::exhale::

STRUNG OUT!

Like most of us, I can’t sing. But I don’t let that stop me. Whenever I’m driving, I’m singing. My car is my studio. That’s where I let loose and hope someone somewhere can hear. Something somewhere is listening.

I think that we’re all hoping sometimes that someone is listening, that someone hears us, even if we aren't speaking out loud, even if we aren't writing it all down. We’re hoping that someday, at the end of our life, we’ll be able to sit down with them and they can say, “Well, most of this was good, and most of this was bad.” And it’s not going to matter which one there was more of, because it was you and you were living it, breathing it, and saying it. Maybe at the end, we won’t look back at ourselves, then wonder how far up the ladder of life we climbed. We won’t wonder if we made it to the top or got as far as we could have. You’ll just see a long line strung out behind you, stretching as far as you can see. Hopefully you’ll look back at that line, turn to me, and say, “You see that? You see how far I traveled to get here? To get to NOW. That’s me back there.” Then I’ll look back there and see where my line crosses yours. I’ll say, “Yep, there’s where you saw me singing in the car.”

Then I’ll roll up my sleeves and pull in that line. I’ll get it tangled and I’ll wad it up and stick it in my pocket. I’d like to tell you that I would send you a smile, tip my hat, and walk off into the sunset. But I’ll probably just shrug. “That’s it I guess?”, my expression might say.

Because the point of it isn’t to go out with a pretend smile on your face. It’s just to go out knowing you have something worthwhile in your pocket, even if it is just a ball of string.

Investing in LOVE.

LOVE can be a lot like water. It sustains us, nurtures us, allows us to be more flexible and shows us our own reflection. Anyone can easily get their hands wet in LOVE, but not too many people can just reach in and pick it up. To hold LOVE, one needs to find a place or create a space for it. LOVE needs a sturdy vessel to rest in. In this place, LOVE can be carried and brought anywhere, but if it’s dropped, tipped over, or the “vessel” is cracked, you may find that LOVE flows away.

Look at all the things we “invest” our time and energy into daily. Very literally, it can be money for our retirement, but it can also be the energy we put into our careers, building or buying new toys, ect… We invest in our health through diet and exercise. We invest in our minds through reading, study, the types of TV programs, movies, or documentaries we watch, our friends through social activity. But what about LOVE? What have you done for your loved one(s) today? Over a number of relationships, I’ve realized that we’re constantly brainwashing or reprogramming ourselves in some way right. So how do you want to do it?

You “fell” in love with this person, didn't you? When or what was the last thing you did to really show your appreciation? It’s the little things that count, and it’s not just doing the dishes, or making the bed. It’s the note you leave on the bed for your partner to find. It’s the way you roll over in the morning and whisper in their ear that you love them. It’s the flowers you give for no specific reason. It’s the little things that count. I decided a long time to make sure that with any lover I had, I would invest in that love daily. Some small things to show my love, and it’s always made me dive deeper into that relationship. So… What have you done to invest in your love today?

The Hardest of Time

In the Hardest of Time, we are tested in all of our “merits” as our “flaws” are rubbed like salt in a wound. It’s at these moments when sometimes we may feel as if we are not fulfilling ourselves, not meeting our own standards of ourselves, or falling short of who we truly are.

This is not entirely true. After all, how can I not be myself? When we are tested by the pains of circumstance and burned short at both ends, sometimes we get desperate. Desperate for a way out; desperate for a change; anxious, impatient, and intolerant. Maybe the opposite of those are not our strongest or most refined skills, but they are undeniable skills.

Like the 10 year old boy, or the 80 year old grandmother, they may appear to be physically feeble, and unable to lift even 30 lbs. over their heads, yet in desperate times, they may be very capable indeed. So, if people have the ability to channel all of their power into their delicate body to do extraordinary things when the going gets rough….

Maybe you can learn to be more patient in times when patience is asked of you.

Maybe you can learn to be more giving when others take from you.

Maybe you can learn to be more tolerant even under the most intolerant of circumstances.

And maybe you will find something great within yourself, something that you never really knew was there.

Settling the Particles and the Waves

I sometimes envision my thought as if they were different sized bits of sand, and my mind, water in some vessel. Particles of "thought" flow through the currents of the active "mind". The more the mind races, the more chaotic the thoughts are and the murkier the water is.

As my mind calms, I feel the velocity of the water slow, and I watch the sand settle behind my eyes. As the water stops, I realize that I am not my thoughts, these are things that I picked up along the way. And when I let them settle, I have clarity. There is no glass; there is no sand. I am not the river, nor am I the sea. I am more than a single drop. I am a piece of the great ocean, yet the great ocean I am not. I have no boundary, except I find myself contained only when I find myself surrounded in these "thoughts".

Lucid Nectar

Sun light, star bright, alternate day and night.
Love, hate, changing by fate.
Dancing, glancing, enhancing.
Take risk, sweet kiss, never ending bliss. 

What is "Marketing"?

You see a gorgeous man at a party. You go up to him and say, “I’m fantastic in bed.” That’s Direct Marketing.

You’re at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous man. One of your friends goes up to him, pointing at you and says, “She’s fantastic in bed.” That’s Advertising.

You see a gorgeous man at a party. You go up to him and get his telephone number. The next day, you call and say,  “Hi, I’m fantastic in bed.” That’s Telemarketing.

You’re at a party and see a gorgeous man. You put on your lipstick, fix your hair, straighten your bra. You walk up to him and offer a beer. You start an excellent conversation, make him laugh, and then say, “By the way, I’m fantastic in bed.” That’s Public Relations.

You’re at a party and see a gorgeous man. He walks up to you and says, “I hear you’re fantastic in bed.” That’s Brand-Recognition.