Monday, April 27, 2009

A Feeling


"Is a feeling anything but an entire world poured into a thought?"

I think this quote is amazing. I stumbled upon it as I was reading Pere Goriot by Balzac. Really good book, and I recommend anyone that has not read it to go do so. I initially didn't read it because I said I didn't have time to, but I am glad I decided to pick it up again. I think I really like this book because of its realism. It gives a very realistic portrayal of society and the various characters that you will probably encounter in it... 

Right now I am feeling pretty stressed out due to all the work I have to do for all my classes it seems, but the thought of being done is keeping me sane.... I made some fun plans and I can't wait... Something to look forward to.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Where the Road Divides


Here is where the road divides
Here is where we realize
The sculpting of the Father's great design
Through time you've been a friend to me
But time is now the enemy
I wish we didn't have to say goodbye

But I know the road he chose for me
Is not the road he chose for you
So as we chase the dreams we're after

Pray for me and I'll pray for you
Pray that we will keep the common ground
Won't you pray for me and I'll pray for you
And one day love will bring us back around again

Painted on our tapestry
We see the way it has to be
Weaving through the laughter and the tears
But love will be the tie that binds us
To the time we leave behind us
Memories will be our souvenirs
And I know that through it all
The hardest part of love is letting go
But there's a greater love that holds us

Pray for me and I'll pray for you
Pray that we will keep the common ground
Won't you pray for me and I'll pray for you
And one day love will bring us back around again...

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Delilah or Samson


Am I
Delilah or Samson
That’s the question I ask myself everyday

Do I love you
Beyond reason, without reason
Or is it you I betray?

Do my feelings remain true
Or do I let my heart wander astray
Do I trust you
Or do I walk away?

Lord Give me Strength
Even if these columns crumble upon me
Lord Give me Strength
Set me free

Lord Give me Strength
My mistakes I finally see
Lord Give me Strength
Forgive me

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Over Easy


She is an expert. She has held many of them in that unforgiving hand. Some have been whiter than others, but regardless her hand has tainted and broken them all. It doesn’t matter how hard a shell of defense might be put up; they all come crashing down only to be exposed for her pleasure. She cracks them and throws them all in the same black abyss every time. Sizzle, pop, squirm, sizzle, pop. Sunny side up? Over easy? Over hard? Fried? Scrambled? She does what she pleases. Whatever style, her nourishment and fulfillment are all that matter. Once she is finished, she disposes of the lifeless, empty shell only to move on to her next victim.

Please leave mine with a little bit of yolk left; I would rather not be fried all the way. I would rather not break too many eggs, but if I must I like them over easy. But I guess I am walking on eggshells… so tell me, is it You or Me that picks up the pieces?

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Follow Your Dharma, Don't Fall Into Routine


Dharma
– one’s righteous duty.

Routine – a course of normative, standardized actions or procedures that are followed regularly, often repetitiously.

My Monday Routine
  1. Stay up all night doing my Environmental Design sketchbook assignment
  2. Wake up to go to my 9 AM Stats discussion
  3. Turn in my sketchbook
  4. Take the bus down to Starbucks
  5. Get coffee and try to be productive until my class at noon
  6. Go to class
  7. Leave class at 2 and go home
Today started off like any typical Monday. I was tired from the night before as I desperately tried to put together a sketchbook project for my environmental design class that was somewhat near decent. However, on my way to turn in the project, I ran into a friend. As we talked for a minute and I described this constant procedure I have every Monday, she said something that caught me by surprise. She told me that she didn’t think I was so routine.

I find myself constantly falling into routine. Even though I like to think of myself as an individual and someone that doesn’t fall into the normative constructs of societal stereotypes, I somehow find myself falling into the crevices of the normative routines that trap everyone. Although school is important, I find that it sometimes, and especially this semester and now more so than others, confines me to routines and stops me from pursuing my passion of art. I constantly find myself bombarded with assignments that stop me from making and creating what I love best.

We had a guest speaker in my Peace and Conflict Studies class and he talked about non-violence and its influences on leaders and its current position in society today. Interestingly enough, he talked about this idea of Dharma. As trite as it may seem, the idea of “follow your dreams” has been strangled and buried under socio-economic implications that are given birth by our capitalistic society. Instead, children are influenced by a society driven around money and any job that provides any sort of security of it instead of being encouraged to foster in creative expression and imagination. Individuals are no longer unique, but instead a mute servant to a system that demands conformity to its ideas of perceptions of these securities.

However, the idea of Dharma argues that everyone has a specific duty or purpose in life. Doing a “bad” job at whatever your dharma might be is better than doing a “good” job at someone else’s dharma. Our guest lecturer told us that the reason why people have mid life crises is because they never followed their Dharma and were instead influenced by those around them to doubt their own abilities to fulfill this Dharma.

The problem arises because our society lacks this search of Dharma and recognition of it. Instead we are put into institutions that we call schools where we briefly study concepts but never really apply them to anything. These passions, dreams, ideas that we harbor, which disagree with societal norms and expectations, are disregarded and never have the opportunity to grow.

Hearing all of this was inspirational. I have always wanted to be an artist all my life and even though society says I am going to be poor and that I should pursue something else, I am going to stick to it. Often, people look at me strangely when I tell them I am simply an Art major and nothing more. Sometimes they do suggest I do something else, but from my experience in taking other classes I have found that the most rewarding classes are the ones I am passionate about. Rather than follow someone else’s dreams or expectations, I am going to follow my Dharma. I am going to be an artist. I am going to try and be a humanitarian. I am going to promote the arts and let kids know that they don’t have to fall into the trap and that they can really follow their dreams. Idealistic? Optimistic? Perhaps. But I know I am going to be doing what I love and regardless if that brings in the cash or not, I know I did what I wanted without having regrets or doubts later. I know I will face hardships and doubts along the way, but as long as I continue with this Dharma, I know I will be fine. If you think about it, the most successful people are the one’s that followed their dreams, not the one’s that went in it for the money.

So like the guest speaker asked my class, what is your Dharma?

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A Simple Flick


His aching muscles pound to the rhythm of the gravel
The view of the pond becomes visible
He receives his answer.
She waves to him with complete honesty
No desire, no contempt, no assumptions
Just a simple flick of the wrist
But he is reassured
His footsteps are much lighter on that mile
He can’t help but smile
No audible words exchanged
but he knows she whispered
It’s all going to be okay
It’s a beautiful day
It’s all going to be okay
It’s a beautiful day.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Insignificant Speck

She sits calmly on the ledge
sticks of death in between her fingertips
The slow burning ashes crumble to the ground
so frail, so fragile
Insignificant specks upon the vast sea of gray

The stench of carcinogens oddly undermined
Is she thinking? Waiting?
Perhaps waiting for a return?
A son, A daughter, A distant lover?

Legs crossed, Arms steady
She is strong.
Gaze transfixed to the distance
never making eye contact with my own
Her eyes have seen her fair share of tears and years

Is she in her escape?
A place beyond the death trap of reality?
Or embracing and trapping the reality of death?

Does she want to be in the distance too?
Just fade away.
Or does she simply look to the distance
For answers for today?

I want to ask her
But I have no words to say
I want to ask her
But she has no words to say
as I pass by her everyday

She sits calmly on the ledge
sticks of death in between her fingertips
An insignificant speck in the vast sea of gray.