No Further

I stare, down cast.

My eyes travel within me and reach my soul – stop.

Go – no – further.

It is not pain which halts my efforts of reasoning.

Some grace has entered from where I know not.

But consuming waves of retribution threaten my fortress.

I laugh, at myself.

My voice is not my own as it echoes off high walls - stop.

Sound – it – louder.

The trumpet’s announcing my great defeat as I take,

A gasping breath for I was drowning in your seed,

Needing your touch sends me hurling now,

I sweat, drips fall,

My very pores are sensitive to your presence – stop,

Pray – on – harder.

Repentance is not required for me to move on,

And forgiveness holds now sway for me as I know,

Redemption is far beyond reach at this point and time,

I weep, blood tears,

Let me bathe in my seemingly insignificant pain – stop,

Scream – for – frustration.

I am washing my love in your dirty water,

Is this my chosen fate to wrap my identity in something,

Someone who doesn’t care to understand the layers of my being,

I lie, sleep beckons,

Do I dare stray into the uncertain terror of night – stop.

Dream – ever – deeper.

Should I be able to escape from this Greek tragedy,

I would not choose the easier of paths this time,

Taking one step further I will be the one to hold my head high – dreams are for the bold.

Mistake

We all make mistakes, stupid errors on our part filled with emotions. Mine was that I trusted the night. I trusted its call and embrace, and further more I went as far as to answer its tune, with a stepping stone laid to your destructive powers.

Tip of the Iceberg

Often times... wait, no. EVERY time I have been utterly moved by something in the past several years it has always been something with an incredible sky. One of my favorites is a clear night sky while in a plane - but we'll leave that for another time. This picture is the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris - my new hometown. Many consider this monument a masterpiece in and of itself. I personally am not a huge fan, but I am the first to appreciate it non the less. What I appreciate even more? You guessed it, the sky :) I think that what man has made - next to what just "happens" on day to day basis... there is no competition! Look at this sky, what man creates is "just the tip of the iceberg".

Hello

Hello steps of a child,

Hello my present age,

I bid good day to the combination,

I am one and the same,

A choice and then again not,

I am happy with my prize,

Fumbling with words,

My bow is weak at best,

Why, good morning new lines!

Face worn with last night’s romp,

Recovery is my dream,

And I will forever lie in want,

Hello my love giver,

Hello friend through my years,

I say your gaze still holds me!

We are one and the same,

A plan and then again not,

You found me so unaware,

Tumbling into arms of grace,

I am yours with all my best,

Well, good night fair fighter!

A day’s living well done I say,

Your laughter gave life to the living,

And let the dying live another day,

Hello my shadow on the wall,

Hello to fair tales of night,

I bid lively dreams to all,

We shall dance in the timber,

Caress as we slumber in fall.

Fears

So I turn 23 tomorrow - dear God why? I have all these people coming up to me telling me how they think this next year is just going to be incredible, that I am going to do so much in my life. I hope so! It's about bloody time I get a move on. So, I consider this a second New Year's resolution (if that makes any sense). This will be a year of taking chances, pushing my limits and capacity as an artist, I have the resolve to begin refining/mastering my skills. It's good to be scared sometimes... what else motivates us to move? I mean, it doesn't always have to be fear but I once heard a very famous woman say "It's better to do it afraid then not at all". I would have to agree with that. Taking chances is something we all long to do. Don't we usually take chances in loving someone? I hope I learn my lesson at age 23, and not 40. To take my chances, because half the battle is just showing up.

Under 16?

Went shopping - nothing new there. Chose the Mall of America (MOA) and all of it's fantastic stores - been there over 50 times. Went into Bloomingdales - millionth time through the doors? Came out after being in there for about 5 minutes, about to walk into the main area of the MOA. Security guy pulls my cousin and I over. Picture this: Two girls, both about 6 foot 1 with heels. Lauren is 19, I'm 22 (three days till 23 baby). He says that his name is something or the other, I'm security for the MOA, and I need to see identification that you are not under 16 years. Come again? He repeats himself. Lauren and I look at each other... where's the hidden camera, is he for real??? Another girl walks out (she's clearly under 16). Same stunt. She calls her mom and she com gets her. I left my ID in my car, all I have is my credit card, some cash, my phone and car keys. Lauren asks if he's serious. Yes maam, I am serious and this is a very serious inquiry. If you don't have your ID you must leave the MOA. (Turna out ppl under the age of 16 can't be here with out adult supervision on the weekends because of previous gang fights). I look at him and tell him that I don't have my ID, and do I really look like I am 16!!?? WHAT THE BLEEP IS WRONG WITH YOU? Is was what I wanted to say. Lauren calls her mom - thank God she was in the mall. haha So she rocks up, and tells him - this is my daughter, she's 19 - and this is my niece, she's 22, don't you have anything else better to do with your time??? Sorry maam, this is my job, and I take all offenses very seriously. Ok, right, well byyyyyyyyyeeee.

I was mad for a while. He said that I actually looked like I could have been 16. I don't know whether I should be offended or happy. What's a girl to do?