Wednesday, 2 March 2011

Push the envelope.






Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going, going...


~
I don't have a need to explain myself.
And if I do even try to, it wouldn't end well.
So, there no point, actually.
This is my space.
I will write what I want.
I do this for myself.
Don't come.
You know who you are.
I don't need you.
I don't need a hit more.
I don't need a comment more.
I don't need praise.
Think what you want.
It's everyone's right.
Think for yourself.
Question everything.
Don't believe everything you read.

On the other hand, my friends.
You are what counts.


Cheers.

13 comments:

Molly said...

Ano, tko te ljuti :(

Iwy said...

Ovo je odlicna stvar!

Anonymous said...

Oooodlična muzika :)
I daj nemoj reći da te cijela ona djetinjarija potresla, svako realan, dobronamjeran i sa zdrava dva oka vidi da se radi o teškim nebulozama.
Zloća iskomleksiranih žena je jebena stvar, računaj s njom ;)
I daj, vrijeme je za još dobrih kombinacija!

Anonymous said...

Ajde, dosta bojkotiranja. Nove kombe bacaj. ;)

Katarina said...

Mislim da je vrijeme za novi post!:D Cheer up ženska glavo i ne se sekirat!

Katarina said...

Mislim da je vrijeme za novi post :D

Cheer up i nemoj se sekirat zbog gluposti...

Anonymous said...

Daj priznaj, ukrala si Barbici dečka? :D

psychocouture said...

Naravno da nisam LOL
Singl sam dugo već :D

Anonymous said...

Čekamo novi post :)

Anonymous said...

eto morala sam se ja malo uključiti...pratim i tebe i Barbiku i imam već godina a vi ste još tako mlade...ne želim patronizirati ali želim da znaš kako s nekim godinama shvatiš kako ni najmanje nije bitno što tko misli i nije bitno dal jesi ili nisi kopija ili je ona tvoja bitno je da radiš ono što voliš ili se oblačiš kako voliš bez obzira na ikoga i sve...to ti mora biti osvješteno i moraš biti svjesna da u svakom segmentu tvog života će biti ljudi koji te neće voljeti ili će te napadati al ti sebi moraš biti dovoljna bez obaziranja na druge to se zove zdravi egoizam zdrava ljubav prema sebi i onome što voliš...zato glava gore i samo naprijed nastavi kako misliš da je ispravno...i ajde nemoj biti dijete nego postaj kombinacije jer zato i imaš blog bez obzira na druge:)

Anonymous said...

Draga Ana, predugo te čekamo...

Anonymous said...

Uopće nemam potrebu gledati na robu uz takve oči.

Juliet's pen / Jovana said...

odlicna!;) julietspen.blogspot.com