In Pursuit

The smell of rain,
And my eyes dialate.
So I run,
To where the storm meets the sun.
Dance on the line of two worlds,
Until it swallows me whole.
Get down on my knees,
Take the time to feel,
Each drop swollen with passion.
Trying to hit life,
Hard enough to penetrate,
And run through the veins of us.
Enter one and travel through,
Absorb the emotions of each.
Drops of fury,
Meet drops of pain.
Saved by puddles of glory rain.
Concentrated enough to purify,
Even the filthiest of swine.
Storm ends suddenly.
Smell of fear fills the air.
So I press my body into the earth,
To absorb the remainder of clarity.
Annoint myself & conjoin myself,
With others seeking a cleansed soul.
So we run ,
For the sun.
Until the next storm is met,
Where we become entwined within the calm.
Watch the rain approach,
Like a sheet of glass.
It comes over us,
Shocking with its gentle embrace.
You don't break.
Neither does she.
You just become one.
The light bounces between strands & drops,
Piercing your eyes,
And reflecting dancing bodies.
Being guided by wind & warmth...
Inspiration & desire...
Stimulation & pulsation..
Quivering breaths,
In. In in in. Out. Out.
No patterns are forming.
Chaos emboddies us.
We're swept away,
Until the sky clears once more.
So we run,
To where the storm meets the sun.

Vampress

Well he's Mr. Tomorrow
And you expected him some day
He'd be your knight in shining armor
Just not today

You've been waiting for a long time
For him to come out into the light
But he's looking for a vampress
To share in his dark delight

So you join him there
Grow long dark hair
And shed pigmented flesh
'Til you're brilliantly fair

But he still sneaks while you sleep
Lusting after that next taste
Under the howling moon
No blood will go to waste

There's always that gypsy girl
Dancing in the red fire light
Pulling the devil from the flames
And tempting him into the night

Well your teeth were still dull
When you followed him in his trance
On that first full moon
To watch the voodoo lady dance

She's one with the moon
And its gravitational pull
You find yourself on top of her
Until her blood has made you full

Veins swell out of your skin
Eyes explode a diseased red
But it feels so serene
To finally live for yourself instead

Now sharpen your teeth
And let desire take control
But don't lose yourself in that fire
Devil will take your soul

Back into the night
Under the blood red sky
Stars drip ecstasy
Shooting your mind so high

Vampress goddess in the night
Pierce his neck with a slow bite
Empowered by the lady in the moonlight
You turn Mr. Tomorrow into Mr. Tonight

Climate Crisis

I haven't blogged in a while, so you can read Al Gore's blog in my stead! I hope to return soon.

http://blog.algore.com/

Closer to The King

Once upon a night time, a man slept next to his current passion pursuit. He dreamed of coincidences and magic, as many of us do. This evening wind carried him to the place of Elvis' death where he realized himself to be a closet fanatic and obsession overcame his being. Across the way he spies a toilet and thinks, "Look! That's where The King died!" Where else would a king die, but upon his thrown? "I MUST partake in a whiz, so I can be closer to brilliance," he thought as he ran towards it with his pants around ankle by time of arrival. With his head leaned back, eyes closed, mouth open and sighing pleasure, he proceeds to shower the toilet with his urine. Pure bliss! He enjoyed the warmth that this experience brought to him...until...he realized this warmth was focused almost exclusively on his own groin. Eyes shoot open, her hair tickles his nose, and he shuffles off of the bed backwards. Hands are awkwardly in the air and he thrusts his crotch away in every direction while attempting to simply brush it off. "If I could just whip the mattress out from under her like those suave gentlemen do in the movies with table cloths this will all just go away. She doesn't have to know." Yeah. Right...

Suggested Listens

Empire of the Sun - Walking On a Dream
Stateless - Bloodstream
DJ Shadow & Chris James - Erase You
People In Planes - Vampire
On The One - Love Addiction
The Killers - A Dustland Fairytale
The Fray - Say When
Eagles of Death Metal - High Voltage
Bloc Party - Bouquet

Dave Matthews

I don't think I'm the only one who uses the excuse, "Dave told me to do it!" At the Gorge last summer I put him in my pocket, and he's been whispering about sweet liberation ever since. It tickles.

Sri Lanka

Since January of this year there have been over 6,400 civilian casualties in the Sri Lankan Civil War between the government and the rebel group, Tamil Tigers. This accounts for more than half of this year's total casualties. You can compare this to the total number of civilian casualties of 2008 (400), which was only 3.6% of the total casualties. These contrasting proportions can be attributed to herding of the innocent to what was thought to be a 'no-fire zone' where they were mixed with Tigers. Tigers and non-combatants were killed side by side in civilian dress making it impossible to attain accurate information concerning casualties for the 2 groups separately. Both the Tamil Tigers and the government are pointing fingers at each other for killing non-combatants. The UN has requested that the Tamil Tigers allow removal of civilians from the war zone to reduce these casualties, but currently land removal is not safe and all must be done by sea. The group is now on route to internment camps where they will attempt to differentiate civilians from guerillas. Neither group will agree to cease fire. This 25 year battle is thought to be in its end stages , but rebel activities are sure to continue.

Incubation

It is no coincidence that aliens are envisioned in the image of new born babies.

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All I Need

Music brings every nerve ending in the mind and body to life. Float the focus of this sensitivity over every square inch of flesh and organ. Song becomes a lover's whisper and embrace. Melodies swallow one into a sea of elation. The brain is inundated by dopamine and ecstasy is reached. Addiction is born. I'll spend my whole life chasing that high.

The Brain: Friend or Foe?

How does one undo the flipping of a switch in the brain, the turning on of a light bulb, or a u-turn of the heart? I would say this first requires an understanding of these triggers and their causes, but I can't claim that to be true because I have personally never been successful in it. Thoughts and feelings that were dormant or in hibernation are no longer. Our minds are so stubborn and rebellious in their ways. Mysterious and explosive. Once this is acknowledged you can feel your brain at work behind your back. Firing little messages in the form of electrical currents to neurons amongst itself with complete disregard to my mental stability and discontent. I'll solve this mystery of the brain and finally understand what it means to be human.

Focus

I've come to the conclusion that a cubicle is the worst place to sober up.

State of Mind

I feel similar. I at least resemble myself physically. It's my mind that is changing, and I have no idea if it's for the better or the worse. In the past I've known exactly what I want and exactly how to get there, but now I am in the middle of a sea of ideas....None of which are easily accessible or comfortable whatsoever. It's a state of being that is incredibly refreshing yet a sense of fear comes over me. Fear is the one thing that I've never truly felt in my life. Every challenge, every trial and trib that I've come across has had a foreseeable solution. I'm not saying these paths haven't required a lot of time and tremendous dose of pain, but I've always known that "this too shall pass." My decisions were always accompanied by a step forward, but lately...I've been still. In limbo. I'll embrace the pain and overcome the fear. Nerve endings rise closer to the surface of my skin and the elements become my constant companion and confidante. With this comes wings. Breathe the air in and reach capacity. Good morning.

Those who know....know...

Enough said.

Uncomfortable flight companions

I am unsure of why what I'm about to tell you is not something that I remember on a monthly basis. In fact, I haven't pondered this occurrence in about 9 months. Why did I remember this today? I likely subconsciously overheard a conversation in another quadrant of this sea of cubes concerning the unfortunate happening of being seated next to the crying baby or human furnace on a plane. Right now, however, I broke the silence with a closed mouth, throaty giggle in remembrance of this event. On a plane ride home from NYC (6 hour leg) last May a coworker and I had the misfortune of sitting right next to/in the armpit of a large lady wearing Depends. Well, let me tell you, she pooped.....while in her seat....and nobody was there to change her....so....we were forced to marinate in it. "Really," I thought. "REALLY?!" For the next 4 hours I cycled through every emotion (except joy).

64 square feet

A lot of people wonder how a person can spend 40-50 hours per week in 64 square feet of grey cubicle space that is surrounded by other blocks of similar size but containing people of VERY different size, shape, taste, smell, and temperment. An observer would say that habitants of cubes stay calm and collected thanks to the occasional chat, online shopping, and stroll to the soda machine. Well I have news for you... while that bull does keep me from "offing myself" in the break room (death by coffee stir sticks), it hardly keeps my brain from pressing against my skull in attempt to "break on through to the other side." In order to keep the coffee stir sticks out of my eye balls, I've decided to let my brain seep through this firewalled network and into the WaCkY WIde WoRLd of WhImSIcal Web!!!!!!!.... I told my brain that's where it's going, and it's really excited, so please don't ruin this for him. (Please also don't tell the network security team in the basement...or my boss....actually do tell my boss because I'm trying really hard to get laid off...that'll be another blog though.) While all of these blogs will be produced from cube land, I HOPE that I'll have more to talk about than office happenings. So, let's go cube blogging!

Let's wrap this up with name for my brain because it's 5:08 PM (I'm letting her name herself, which is probably a mistake, but here goes nothing).... It is my pleasure to introduce to you... Umtra (what?! Shit.)...The floor is yours, my dear!