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soujournerthree
22 January 2006 @ 10:09 pm
Fabulous Party KEVIN!

And I found my daemon, thank godess for internet testing....

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RAVEN - Your daemon may be a member of the crow family. You are intelligent, observant, and gregarious. Just as a crow or raven picks shiny objects out of the dirt, you pick up tidbits of information or ideas and store them away. You have a good sense of humour, but sometimes lose patience with people who are antipathic to your nature. You are swift to alert others when you find the truth, and you have no tolerance for those who would hide it.
 
 
Current Music: Madonna - Confessions on a Dance Floor
 
 
soujournerthree
10 January 2006 @ 01:05 am
It feels stagnant,

are you?

I am.

Where are you christmas, are you still here---

Oh no, wait, that was a movie, I think.
 
 
Current Music: Okkervil RIver
 
 
soujournerthree
30 December 2005 @ 02:36 pm
Can you believe all the satiation in the air?

New years eve is tomorrow, where was christmas?

I got drunk with my father many times, many nights, many times...

New home, new transition. I quit smoking new years day, not a resolution, because no one actually seems to cling to their resolutions.

I'm looking forward to retroactively living for the new few months to year(ish). I am looking for the balance I can not maintain on my own, and looking to attain the wisdom I seek.

I am attempting to connect.
 
 
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: Stereolab
 
 
soujournerthree
12 December 2005 @ 10:14 pm
She walked down
six solemn flights,
fowled up
by her sense of solitude
from thirteen years
vowed in silence
sanctioned by a dear priest.

Intersected
by terms endeared
from ear to ear,
spread heart-string to valve;
open-shut;
and pumps chants to the soul
in her mind
where pulse is born.

The stoops, steeped
in holograms and auras,
clipped into snowflakes
that fell
on her shoulders,
tattered her scarf,
and flipped the pages in her bible.

She crossed alley-to-alley
staring at the lightning reflected
in the pavement,
head forward
with the up-down
roads that slip into sidewalk,
that slip into canyons,
made from roots that crave sunlight.

Rivers that spanned from the church
that fell from the sky
one moonlit night,
and wove itself
in and around the pagan
city of her dress, in sanctity
of the soul-less of the soul-ed.
 
 
Current Music: Manitoba
 
 
soujournerthree
06 December 2005 @ 04:00 pm
Will you wilt with me
like you did once
in a thousand suns,

with the face that could build
a thousand ships of wood,
and stone, carcass, and hides.

Turn, to the side, and let me
slide a hand
over your scars;

will you

flip back, forth-with
in a series of possible
and pragmatic events.
 
 
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Rutamaya (Employee Mix)
 
 
 
soujournerthree
29 November 2005 @ 06:32 pm
I wonder if jesus wanted to die too
sometimes;
when he was praying,

when he couldn’t hold his hands up
anymore.

Times when he let his body
slip to the floor,
the crumbs
feeding the ants,

carrying them to
the mound
to ruin their teeth with the

grit and sand
ground in the wheat,

the chaff catching in their throats.

They choke,
and,
like I, we look up,

afraid of the nothing we see.
We’ll
whisper
a sigh and finally give
everything away, let it spill where
it may, and reveal
all the lies we believed.
 
 
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: Nothing (chatter in class)
 
 
soujournerthree
05 November 2005 @ 10:32 pm
Even divinity can crack the sharpest
of spines, or, smack the world asleep,
or, something of the like; thoughts
that see. Creates into you, bonded,

a me, a thing oh-so-long and sweet.

Rebuilt seasons of conscious adjunctment,
tripped ideals of what it-you-means if me,
and caused by stars that wished me into
be-ing. Of something so wantoned me.

Split into who you are and what you seem,
to-be wherever that thouught that returns
me to thee. that caused the dam to bleed.
That made the sight of you-me, that I wont
to-be.
 
 
Current Mood: drunkdrunk
Current Music: Trece and Ashke -- Porch Conversation
 
 
soujournerthree
28 October 2005 @ 08:20 pm
My god and goddess have never compared to a night of waking dreaming satiation.

My new ones are better.

Samhain was a rebirth in the part of me that I had beaten to death with the ugly stick to the point where it's mama couldn't look at it. And I mean it.

But I am reborn with a fervor for passion, for lust, for divinity. I am reborn into the knowledge of light, and I am saturated with it. I am doing ritual constantly, and I am spending nearly every waking moment trying to sponge it all in. I am the I am.

And...there was a faggle, a "straight(?)" boy (who is straight[?]), mead, dead soldiers, Aaaaooooooooooooooooogaah!, fires that shot sparks two-hundred-odd feet into the air, an abnormally large Mars, a woman that made me explode with joy, a feeling that I actually might be able to get it.
 
 
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic
Current Music: Yo La Tengo
 
 
soujournerthree
18 October 2005 @ 01:34 pm
I am searching for being in existence, scars
and bruises slashed into my pallid pallored
cheeks, years of acid and smog clinging to
jagged costal hillsides. These things I feel;

these things I am. Aloft the socially elite and
below the muggers in the park. My soul has
been barred from your view, and healing me
won’t cure it. Take off my shabby overcoat
and my dingy sweater, let my dignity fall
to the floor. Stroke and blend me into your
landscape, along with your old companions.

I’ll sit down on the green grass, and sow
myself a dress of reeds; although they
always made me itch. I am this bandaged
ear and the soul that has lost it. Seas beyond
these piercing eyes, carried on haunted ships.

I never belonged, here or there; my colors
wouldn’t allow it; yellows and goldenrod, against
my shade of blue-grey. I am the ether, the cyanide
and arsenic; against a shade, lighter than snow.
 
 
Current Music: Rutamaya (My Morning Jacket)
 
 
soujournerthree
08 October 2005 @ 06:18 pm
Remember this (on that-this
our first kiss) when-then you so played
games (with the fingers of my-to-your chest)--
and pushed-pulled me away,
and let your air slowly out to one-to-ten,
andthe sparks you aptly-abruptly lit, fly.

The timing that-then-when was perfect
(on the face of a smashed watch, broken a
gainst a wall that-was-then brick) when I pushed
into-out-of you,
andsmelt your hairless whispers,
and kissed my forehead to slip into yours,
and when-that-then should so happen to me.
 
 
Current Mood: complacentcomplacent
Current Music: Rutamaya (Live Music)