As the shadow crosses
and the weeds shiver,
the air pauses
expectation for the giver.
Suddenly everything is lifted,
hopes and wishes, fulfilled
for very a one who is gifted
calls to the lakes and the hills.
Thorns prick, roots dig,
flowers bloom, grass shoots
for there is no power this big
nor enough water for her boots.
She is a mother, a queen,
a nymph, a sound
she lives beyond one dream.
She can never be found.
Space is like hot bread,
forever present in the world,
but as if gone today
to never return like a friend.
Space is like an elevator,
dinging a welcome whenever near,
ever moving to your bid
such as a waiter.
Space is like smog,
ever eluding our precautions
to reduce its hinderents,
such as ideas lost in the fog.
Space is like sunlight.
You can take it in,
yet never emit it,
still lost with this insight.
Space is like pulp fiction,
publishers' forever anonymous,
writers never ever known,
plots with no direction.
Space is like the colour orange.
Being known for its mixed messages,
superstitious in all shades,
never is it
Common
Not of wrongs but of past
It is not who is dealing
But if the cards last
Create a flush from a stack
Winning through stealing
Though the throw was not random
It was a house feeling
The voice will be strengthened
As the night creates a fandom
The chips turn colors
Sometimes you landem
Combining them piece by piece
The deck never changes, no other
Addition to your hand
From your mother
It still grows
Take a firm stand
But, now theres a mistake in the sounds
A choice you planned
A grating voice
A slip of the tongue
Leaves a blue outline in the air
Not meant to be hung
All twenty-six are shared, but,
Va
As the shadow crosses
and the weeds shiver,
the air pauses
expectation for the giver.
Suddenly everything is lifted,
hopes and wishes, fulfilled
for very a one who is gifted
calls to the lakes and the hills.
Thorns prick, roots dig,
flowers bloom, grass shoots
for there is no power this big
nor enough water for her boots.
She is a mother, a queen,
a nymph, a sound
she lives beyond one dream.
She can never be found.
Space is like hot bread,
forever present in the world,
but as if gone today
to never return like a friend.
Space is like an elevator,
dinging a welcome whenever near,
ever moving to your bid
such as a waiter.
Space is like smog,
ever eluding our precautions
to reduce its hinderents,
such as ideas lost in the fog.
Space is like sunlight.
You can take it in,
yet never emit it,
still lost with this insight.
Space is like pulp fiction,
publishers' forever anonymous,
writers never ever known,
plots with no direction.
Space is like the colour orange.
Being known for its mixed messages,
superstitious in all shades,
never is it
Common
Not of wrongs but of past
It is not who is dealing
But if the cards last
Create a flush from a stack
Winning through stealing
Though the throw was not random
It was a house feeling
The voice will be strengthened
As the night creates a fandom
The chips turn colors
Sometimes you landem
Combining them piece by piece
The deck never changes, no other
Addition to your hand
From your mother
It still grows
Take a firm stand
But, now theres a mistake in the sounds
A choice you planned
A grating voice
A slip of the tongue
Leaves a blue outline in the air
Not meant to be hung
All twenty-six are shared, but,
Va
Well, PhoenixComicCon was fun . . . (and so was graduation & family), it just is hard to adjust to summer, work, and everything else . . .
Anyways, I just wanted to give a shout out about voting for the Eisner Award. I didn't know you could votw for this (I thought is was just a bunch of old people in California like the people who vote for the Oscars . . . but I guess not!) so I just want to urge everyone to vote for the best digital comic, Lackadaisy, and the best continuing series, Chew! Vote at: http://www.eisnervote.com/index.a5w (takes less than 3 minutes!).
That's for sure .... I love traveling and Spanish is really a passion (major here we come!) but you crash hard when you return (and I'm not talking about jet-lag which I can handle easily) but the culture and change shock, it all feels like I fell through a time warp . . . don't expect too many fotos from Spain as I lost two of my memory cards (I'm talking 2 4s, I took a tonnnn of pictures) . . . I don't know if you noticed but I moved 2 of my fotos to storage as with the month I have before school starts I have thrown myself head into work (got the 7 - 4 shift yay!!!), watching Desperate Housewives reruns (its amazing), and filling out schol