A song by A Mix of Words (also known as Bianca)

The world won't stop the spins,
so I leave with a pair of binoculars
and a bottle of gin.
These are no yellow brick roads;
I travel on dirt road and field.
And I lie in the bed of lavender
in their bowl of winter wind.

People and their tortue, only torture
wash me up on the shores of the
Eastern ( Read more... )

Apparently, having your bottom glued to the couch, bed, chair (even the floor)seemingly worsens situations. Here, I'm referring to both the long and short-term effects. I'll get into that later. It's reasonable to be exhausted right after school gets out for holiday. Definitely reasonable. I mean, hello, anyone who jumps into a google of activities ( Read more... )

Are tears formed out of passion? Do they stand for the fervent emotions that we feel? That we think we feel? At times I find that they do. The Effects of a Particular (yet very common) Situation: Grief, embarrassment, resentment, divided loyalty, hopeful, and feelings of rejection. Sad, I know. It is then followed by loneliness, guilt, fear, ( Read more... )

Recently, I've done a great deal of thinking about human relationships. Relationships are important, as I'm sure most, if not all, of you know. You've been told this by friends, colleagues, therapists, teachers, mentors... I'm sure you see what I'm getting at now. Why, though? Why must we even bother having stable relationships? Some people say we ( Read more... )

"Farewell to that which I will never forget."

And to her, he spoke, "to my lady's woe-begotten tears, do not fall."

She paused.

"Grins in the pasture await your presence," he murmured.

She wept, "Hopeless we must pass."

"Do not fade, illuminate. Do not perish, survive. Do not give in, persevere.
Do not scare, liberate."

His words she did not ( Read more... )

He chooses to dream, to grasp
the luminosity of prospect;
His perpetual reveries prevail over
Our world’s plodding decay.
His quests of blithe and mirth
Form the stars we wish upon.
What, without the child’s hope,
the child’s vision, is life?
Only the abandoned civilization
with the Grays and Shadows,
Entrusting little room in lieu of obscurity.
In ( Read more... )

I must have a severe case of insomnia. It is currently 6:01 AM, and I just got back from my morning jog. While I would like to make daily exercise a habit, I seem to be too indolent and lethargic to do so. It's hard enough to get me to tend to my own responsibilities. Deplorable ( Read more... )

Many critics question the controversial role mass media has taken in recent years by televising repulsive events, such as executions. Our children and youth may be affected by these dire acts. During these executions, a citizen's basic right to life and privacy in death is disregarded. Shouldn't we at least allow a person to be alone in his dying ( Read more... )

An old photograph I found.

A few lines off of Tiny Dancer by Elton John. I couldn't resist.

Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band
pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
ballerina, you must've seen her dancin' in the sand

Now she's in me
always with me
tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks, out in the street, handin' tickets out for God
turnin' back, she ( Read more... )