Mr.Owl

Intro: This was just an exercise, I tried to step out of the style, I've been using lately. Conversation with an owl.

Have you seen the stars lately? Oh, so you have looked up to them. Well that is fine, look up to them. Let them be your heroes. And then when you fall tomorrow morning, and you skin your knees, look up to them. They won't be there. Now do you see? For the stars are the only ones I looked up to, and they aren't even always there. And I tried the clouds, they were worst. Always moving, changing, bending shape! And the sun! Well that sun only burned my eyes. So who do you suppose I should look too? The mud, the dirt, the fire ants? If i dwell with the dirt, they'll call me a worm! And if the stars are not sweet to me, how could i even think of counting on the ants? The flowers, you say? Pretty little things? They make me sneeze. The earth, the sky, I don't belong! And the sea, well my goodness-- there are sharks! So Mr.Owl if you are truly so smart, where do i belong and to whom? And please don't say the people. For yes, I am a people, but I'd rather lay with the fire ants.

Quote of the moment:

"The streets lie, the sidewalks lie, everything lies You can try and read it but you're gonna get it wrong...all wrong The summer evenings burn and melt and the nights glitter but you're gonna get it wrong And it's gonna sink its teeth into your flesh and pull you to the bottom.”

-Henry Rollins

Selfish Seaweed, Resentful Wave

Dear Reader, this has so much gunk and filler words. But it is about a muddy bank, so leave the gunk. But take off your new fancy shoes, before walking into this one...


I am most selfish to say, but honest to admit that I have lost you, and this was up to you. And that is what picks at me most. The seldom fact that you are gone is not what bothers me but the fact- I did not drop you. Yes, I have dropped many into the lake, to watch them fall. Nights have been lost to sadness and regret to many that I have lost due to all of my own faults. Some i have even let go for my own good. No matter the reason they sank or the ways I let go, each was painful. Watching anyone sink out of my reach, made me feel like a helpless child and too much like a respectable adult. By letting them sink, and watching them lower onto the banks, I have healed. They have healed. Using every ounce of fresh water, and new fish. I have healed. And knowing they will always be still at the bottoms of the banks, I have healed. But i never let go of you, so how would I know where you rest your head? How will I ever know to taste the fresh water? I never dropped you nor let you sink. You simply slipped away and flowed, down the river. Resentful to me, and resentful to sink. Down the river to something new. To fresher water. And dumbly I tried to stop you, acting as if I could lure you back in. But you weren't a hungry guppy, more of a rolling wave. So the wind pushed you, but I like a rock just sank down. I who always rolled others in, now sank to the bottom. Because you have left me, you have dropped me. And now I am seaweed, leaning with the currents toward where you have gone but planted into the ground at the bottom of the banks.


Quote of The Moment:


“The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.”
-Henry Rollins

I like his heavy voice in this quote.

For I AM King, My City, The Oyster

Introduction: You'll only understand if you've ever experienced the city.

I am nor a person, place or thing. I am a flowing idea, a movement. A tango, using your melody. A melody which flows from your heart, weakness strength. Unless you dare to be apart of me, you will never experience me. I will merely be a beat that you can't hear, a rhythm you can't feel. You will never grasp my concept nor understand my hold, unless you join me. Ask me for a dance, because I will never ask you. Remember that I am too fast for you to follow, too quick for you to see. If you try to stop me, you will loose me. A loss you will never even know to miss. You may join me if you wish, but you'll have to sink into me. For if you jump into me, you will simply be splashing water and you will scare the fish. And you shall swim alone in your own school, instead of floating in my sea of greatness. A greatness mixed with nothing great, but something rare. Like oysters I am expensive, raw, risky and not for the weak stomached. For I am the king. My father was not queen, my mother was not king, but i had the greatest sword. You easily will never forget me, I am very distinctive. For nobody knows me, and than forgets me. I am sour with fumes, and sweet with fragrance. My laugh is roaring, my yells are sharp. I will tower over anyone and everything. Except the birds and the clouds. But i am not threatened, for even the birds solute me, and the clouds bathe me. I may sometimes drink too much and over indulge in foods, but I will smile when i say "Aren't I still great?". I will never stop and you'll never catch me. The man on the street, who plays his saxophone with no sheet, no lesson, no home I use his melody. The woman who will never stop not for street signs, traffic, or family, I use her rhythm. The singers, the business, the shops, the steaming coffee, the buses, the taxes, the lost puppy, i use their beats. And for you my newest fish, wondering, bright eyed, blowing bubbles, making your own oxygen and happy, I use your everything. For I am the king.

Quotes of De Moment:

“City life is millions of people being lonesome together.”
-Henry David Thoreau

“When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.”
-Hugh Newell Jacobsen

When the rain invited me to stay..

Today i met with rain, had a sweet conversation.

The rest all wept and slept the day away,

But I had to stay and listen,

Closed my eyes, intriguing with soft whispers

Only way to witness,

Seeing with no sight, i had to stay and listen.

My insides watched the rain take away--

all that scientist can discover,

was this my soul or was this my mind?

What is the difference

Which one doesn't use my sight?

Watching and hearing was all the same,

one nothing without the other.

The air was filled with its sweet voice,

I witnessed the rain take the world and twist it upside down.

Loud to small.

Much more nothing than a mouse.

The loudness, became sweet and calm.

chaos became tamed and tight.

The world was quiet.

oh deep awe,

earth can be stilled.

rain had used my name.

The rain had used his name.

Quote if De Moment:
I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.

-Eden Ahbez

Craving the Sky

Introduction: So here i am trying to explain the feeling i get from birds:















I crave birds, like people crave love.

It's the feeling i crave, not the actual bird itself.

For the creature itself, i feel only envy for.

Flying, swooping, can you imagine?

Swaying through the skies, seas of blue, nothing ahead but space.

No sense of time, as long as they don't feel a storm.

Feeling a storm, can you imagine?

Is this not the dance man tries to portray in paintings,

is this not the movement man tries to portray in music?

Watching a bird fly,

exhilarating and taunting.

For i am a lover of travel,

everything that keeps me back,

a bird will never taste.

I feel sorry for myself--

awful for the birds who are caged.

Spending their whole lives on a shelf.

Desiring to get out,

feeling the angst of something they don't even know exists.

Always looking at their wings,

--not knowing what they were made for.

Not knowing what they themselves were made for.

Feelings the storms, yet never tasting the wind.
A natural instinct,

natural talent,

Given by our God, himself

who are we to take it away?

To lock them up?

To suffocate them?

I need to fly.

I need to leave my cage.

I need the open space,

the freedom, the blue,

the white, the gray.

For i envy the birds,

the birds envy the clouds.

I will not live a caged life,

I will discover the reason for these wings.

One day I will fight my own storm.



Quote of de moment:

- God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. ~
Jacques Deval