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A Journal of Sorts
. o O ( of course I should be sleeping ) O o .

before we begin, you might want to know (or maybe I just want you to know) that this is the oldest journal I have online and the early years were dessimated by servers bought out by big companies that deleted the entries without warning and the past year and a half are sporadic... still, while the other journals are more up to date right now, this journal goes deeper than all the others... and today is July 11, 2005 (though most of this entry was written on or before January 11, 2004) and I am here introducing you to this journal (again) more seriously than usual... thank you (more than words can say) for being interested (or at least curious) enough to try to find me in these words... all I am at this moment that you are reading these words is the sum of all I've been, so the time you spend here is a tangible sign of how much you care and want to know me, which gives me goose bumps... your feedback means more to me than you'll ever know (unless maybe you appear in my head or at least look deep into my eyes and can see me through the tears)... I will complete and continue this journal eventually... for now, we go on as it is...

tongue in cheek, ho...

the babble... though I write an entry almost every day in this journal and others somewhere online, most of these for this journal are unedited and most of the last year and a few months are unfinished and 'in the pipe' (partially uploaded or not uploaded), so some links will not work and you might get frustrated... if you care enough, or are curious enough, keep popping back to the index and you'll find links to the unfinished pages there... and for starters, you could follow the links that follow on this page and see where my mind might take you almost randomly (the key word there is almost, and you do know that everything is relative, right?) as of 5-17-03 (time, virtual or physical, is relative too, part of everything, ya know?... of course you do)...

almost today

recently, this was today... once, this was today... and other t o d a y s
where I am really up to, sorta (the key word there is sorta, really)...

other todays still thinking they are (or might be) today
today?    today?    today?

but truly, today is still missing, cuz I am only up to yesterday... until it returns,
 below is something to hold on to (or the other todays above)
(or, if you're bored with this, go play in the index and see what unmentioned updates are happening)


then again, this was once today:
(and until I catch up with myself, may still be)



"again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky"


~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~










it was midnight in another dream and a new letter was inspired...

Rilke and you, of course... once again you reach deeper into me than I wanted anyone to unless they were sitting beside me with arms wide open to hold me as I fall apart, trusting me to come back together as I always do... surviving the infinite abyss of endless desire... alone...

it is not true love unless it scares you

my lips have almost forgotten what desire means
for so long I've been missing my love
torn from my heart, breaking all my dreams
wounds like this are meant to always bleed
silently the moon cries every night
buried in subway halls
burned in airports
why do you think they call them terminals

and she loved it when I sang, I sang
if it takes forever, I will wait for you
and did I know that she was hearing
I will always love you

and when promising to love
until the end of time
do we really believe time can not end?

meanwhile, deep inside my this heart I know as my own...

I still mourn the loss of my first true love
a void so feared, an abyss so immense
thirty years have not diminished it's power to consume my passion
would a million?
three decades have not reduced it's intensity
time does not effect the inspiration I so fear
and still am so drawn to it
I live for it
and I would die to feel it
just one more time
again

today I live to embrace one who understands
one who will drink the blood of wounds meant to always bleed
one who will drink the tears of eyes meant always to cry
one who will find the child within and the laughter in clouds
smiling from within the storm
feeling the peaceful eye inside

I reach out to warm your hands


(a little closer to)

. o O ( today? ) O o

or

. o O ( today? ) O o

but maybe

. o O ( today? ) O o

ummmm

. o O ( today? ) O o

and this page was once updated
today


but mostly, this is
today?



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