Tears to sail away on…
Frozen by the frigid you left in your wake.
Tears I pretend never fell,
All because of you and for your sake. Continue reading “Of Water and Wishes – JG”
Category: Writers – Jessie
Moonlit Musings – Entropy
Breaking Down
The more I learn the less I wish to speak
Leaving the silence to be filled
With big business jingles and the smallest of talk
Thousands mingle with single minded density.
In proportion? An intense propensity to hibernate –
Simple desire – To be left alone.
Haven’t seen anything better than this pretty
Colorful, hollow plastic ‘good’:
plastic gods,
better neighborhoods,
fast cars, faster food,
No pain and no scars. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Entropy”
Turning a Blind Eye – March’s Theme
Distracted, ashamed, shifted focus, tunneL, Over and under and away from the holloW, No eye contact. No sympathy - real, quasI, Or other. Keep waking. Ignore thier needS. Too bad they did this to themselves. How saD. Glad I made the right choices? NO. All I have to be glad for is better luck than theM. If not for the grace of someone else's God, go I. Nothing different but our separate fateS. Too easy to pass on by - blind and numB. Humanity is rarely humanE. Each cry conveniently to someone noT Walking passed. Someone not losT Over and under and away in a sea of 'mE' Rejoice in the comfort of selfish concern foR Limited recipients: me, myself, and I is iT. Determined narcissism and ignored deatH. Avoiding virtue as deftly as a pleA Never spoken, Never writteN, Darkly arguing about worth and addictionS, Like charity bestows its alumnI, On the spot with a black gown and gaveL. Sinister excuses and twisted improV, Existing only to make okay an obvious vice. Yesterday, a cold shoulder to a former soldieR. Over and under and away gaze searching tO Understand why seeing someone hurt and pooR Results in mortification and disgust and hidinG. Small acts of kindness seemed to gO Out of fashion. Work, Buy, Hoard it alL, Until...? Well, I imagine 'til world's enD. Jessie Gutierrez
I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane, Don’t Know When I’ll Be Back Again
This has been a strange month. I went on a five day vacation only to decide to move to Colorado for the foreseeable future, and because I can do nothing by halves, this of course meant I began planning to move immediately. To the apparent dismay of family, friends, coworkers, acquaintances, and people I sort of recognize by drink order only, the whole transition has taken less than a single strange month. Continue reading “I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane, Don’t Know When I’ll Be Back Again”
Concept Art – Ranting and Raving and Donating
Once upon a few weeks ago, my lease expired, as those things have a tendency to do, and I came to the ostensibly obvious conclusion that my possessions needed to be less obnoxiously numerous. Thus like a good little donator I compiled different piles of stuff based on what they were – mainly books and clothes, some furniture and randoms – and figured, hey no problemo, all this ish could go to some local less fortunate stranger. Awesome. Good deed planned, I assumed charitable donations would be accepted at any time that Goodwill was open. Now I fully understand that they have hours of operation; they have to pay their workers, electricity, etc. This makes sense. What did not make sense was that they stop taking donations after five pm when they have employees running the cash register and texting while pretending to fold goofy graphic tees (one of which featured a ninja turtle who was either Michelangelo or Rafael depending on whether his head band was an orangish red or a reddish orange) until 9pm. Continue reading “Concept Art – Ranting and Raving and Donating”
Habits – FV
Joy isn’t a toy to be shared,
It’s a habit practiced daily,
Solitarily,
In private verily,
In public warily,
Don’t stand on ceremony.
Shown love doesn’t equal happiness only –
It’s matched with pain, jealousy, and suffering.
But happiness in one’s self?
Because of what’s inside
Drives given love
In a better direction.
Life in the little things.
Appreciation in the individual.
Jessie Gutierrez
March’s Theme – Marching Forward Toward What?
After the lovey dovey of last month, I figure it’s about time we get back to the harsh realities of life. This month’s theme was going to be “Simplify, Simplify, Simplify” a nod to Henry David Thoreau and then a brief comment on my own (book) hoarding tendencies and the pain inducing process of liberating some of them back into the wilds of Goodwill. Instead I’ve decided on: Continue reading “March’s Theme – Marching Forward Toward What?”
Color Schemes – Not All That Glitters Is Gold – JG
Many like you strive
To have a heart of gold.
Weak and malleable,
But appealing to hold.
I’d prefer a heart of obsidian.
Honest about its blackest sin, Continue reading “Color Schemes – Not All That Glitters Is Gold – JG”
Concept Art – I Appear Missing and Conveniently Forgot to RSVP to the Search Party
The last six years of my life have been spent in the exact same way. Fact: my autopilot setting is so solid and well practiced that my pilot is as foreign to me as a distant planet. Which is perhaps why I’ve had such a rough time writing lately. How can I possibly have anything worth saying if I haven’t experienced anything worth writing about?
Originally this was going to be a thought blog on fate and plans coming together almost too easily and how change, while scary, can be awesome. Instead I found this:
Evening Satellite Publishing 