A Summer Night's Meditation (27 July 2005)

let the self sink
in cool waters
exhale
inhale
remember the first home
remember the road's end
there is comfort
in transience

we name nature
then ourselves
the split
the only sin

redeemed
in cool waters

we are not so poisoned
that we may not rot

and we cannot be lost
when all
is destination

Society - 26 July

take my eyes so I can't see
sow my lips so I can't speak

hollow faces
hollow dreams

feed me what I need to know
break me to the plow

I'll work hard
my whole life long
to buy your corporate reality

fuck this

I went to a friend's birthday party after work today. It was very cool, everyone had a good time. Just a reminder to myself that some days go remarkably well. It's also nice that a good chunk of my friends were also there and equally happy. Too often these days I feel somewhat isolated in my general good cheer, and guilty for my good fortune. Of ( Read more... )

Well, that's been a pretty good week or so. Had the big trip down to orientation at Tech, it was very cool and I'm extremely excited. My classes next semester will be as follows: Analytical Chemistry, Analytical Chemistry Lab, Organic Chemistry I, Elementary Linear Algebra, Calculus I and Abnormal Psychology ( Read more... )

I'm off to camp for 2 days and then orientation at Tech, I'll see everybody Tuesday or later.

So I left the national office supply chain today. Feels a bit strange. I'm too tired to really analyze how I'm feeling, I've worked for ten straight days between the two jobs. It's a pretty big relief I have to say. I got that job at a point in my life where I was feeling very fragile and unproductive, and my success there let me have the ( Read more... )

So, a friend suggested I post some of my poetry up here. I'm not feeling creative at all today, about to go in for a seventh straight day of work. Bleh. I'm leaving the national office supplies retailer to do office work and errands for a contractor friend of mine, at least until I leave for school. Money is still a problem but I think I got it ( Read more... )

So here I am back in the Live-journal gig. I usually reserve journals for when I can't really write, but I've been fairly prolific lately. If you're reading this and you don't know me personally, yes, I am a poet. Not a published one, yet, that would make me extremely happy though. I wonder how one goes about submitting to City Lights? I need more ( Read more... )