Feb
05
Where Art Thou Triangle? (© S. D’Giff 2010)
Is there a cure faster than time to heal the agony of mind?
Nevertheless a straight line when you look into my eyes
I will only turn my back to run and hide
I find solace in the notion to be patient for the world is broad and wide
This is what happens when you nerd out on a Friday night reading Flatland for the second time. You begin to write poems of love and longing for the perfect triangle- HA. I hope this poem does not proceed to besmear whatever illusions one may have of my exquisite nature. I suppose the fact I declined an invite to go out tonight, to read Flatland again, has already besmirched my appeal.
I am required to take a computer literacy class. I must say initially I was beyond irritated, being I feel I have adequate knowledge, which surpasses an average individuals knowledge on the subject matter. I will admit the class is rather interesting, or the course material I should say. This one particular class is online, so I do not have to attend any campus meetings. However, computer literacy? Are you fucking shitting me? What could you possibly need to know beyond navigating through an online course? One’s ability to take an online course should satisfy the requirement. I suppose it is all due to the fiscal motives of the school system. All these bullshit courses required to satisfy degree requirements, or to just simply make money off us. I am shocked that the course catalog does not offer “Liberalism 101: Learn how to bring America to it’s demise in one semester!” taught by Mrs. Fucking Robinson.
“Laugh about it, shout about it
When you’ve got to choose
Ev’ry way you look at it, you lose” – simon & gar
Jan
06
Each and every human being is faced with innumerable burdens every minute of every day. Conscious to the fact or not, TIME is the correlative (yes the nonspatial continuum) “key” which engenders each burden. Once you figure out, time is not your friend, and has or never will be on your side, you will pace yourself, and end the chase*
Time is incapable of showing mercy; it will not go back, it will not speed up, and it will not stop.
I am not a dreamer, which is why I cannot create a fantasy as a consolatory effort to believing that time is on my side. Time has significance, but nothing more than the simplicity of structure. Every moment wasted on a wish or a dream, is wasted.
Yes war is unpleasant and at bottom “good for absolutely nothing” in a sense that there is nothing more valuable than a life that should be fought for, which encompasses freedom. Yes, love is all we need, but in reality love is not going to happen overnight. This is why the world is divided amongst those who dream about the way the world should be, and those who work to prevent what should not be. Those who actually experience loss in regards to something they have achieved and worked for may not be the first to acknowledge this fact, but they will eventually realize they are not as cynical as they once thought they were, given the irony that stems from their new found accurate perception of reality, which leads them to the thought of questioning their cynicism.
I enjoy reading, and expanding my mind. Most of what I have come to understand has been boldly stated before by many wise men. I am too young to be wise; too old to be a fool, therefore I remain a casualty of my own mind. I am never too quiet or inferior to speak what I have come to know as my own truths. I have challenged my feelings of guilt and feelings of shame, which leaves no opportunity for anyone including myself to prey upon my strengths and weaknesses which I no longer feel the need to conceal.
If you chose to keep your secrets, you will carry that burden with you till you reach the sacred grounds of death. Remember my friends, a dream can reveal how unjust a belief is, and you can’t attend to your needs when you are distant from reality.
There is nothing I need that requires billions of dollars. In fact, a million would be excessive. I do not know myself entirely, but; I am human, I am a female. I do not feel I lack self control, I just feel a ridiculous amount of money will result in an absurd amount of unnecessary shit. In terms of abundance, I only have a desire for an abundant harvest.
Nov
21
“once ago i was strong till i met your gaze
your smile made me weak your heart made me incomplete
i was not awake but you lifted me” – LIFT 2009 © S. D’Giff
I posted a little excerpt from a song I just wrote called “LIFT”.
Lovers come and lovers go. It is a concept really; one which I fully understood. I never held on too tight, however I never really felt much to grasp. I always found it quite simple to convey my feelings; my feelings were quite unequivocal. I always knew what to say, and when to say it. I never had a myriad of indescribable feelings, simply because my feelings were easily defined and pretty conventional. Anxiety generally rests among the fear of the unknown. I suppose that can explain why lately my ability to communicate, or convey my inner most thoughts and feelings, have caused my emotions to go awry. I have all of these indescribable feelings which actually feel good, but the idea of not knowing what they are exactly has me a bit afraid. Afraid, and reluctant to share. The worst part is knowing this source of elatedness and inspiration comes from another person. The moment you find something as rare as inspiration, you better grasp at whatever pieces you can. Take the ride, if it is a good ride, why not? I must say, I was afraid to ride “THE CYCLONE”, when I was 8 years old, for obvious reasons. It seemed a bit unstable and worn out, but it was thrilling! It was over before I could open my eyes and actually scream… Which is the most I can say about past lovers.