Friday, December 18, 2009

School Project for Golden Section class

For this project we were asked to make anything we want which represents ourselves using any of the properties of the golden section and some part of the human body to provide sense of proportion. I chose to make a pirate's chest using the golden section rectangle for the sides. To make the chest I cut some foam core to form the shape. Then I cut balsa wood into four narrow strips for each side of the perimeter of the chest. For the inside I covered the walls using a dark violet velour-like fabric and filled it in with gold coins and jewels (which are hard to see from the photo). On top of that, I made a hand, as my part of the human body, with self drying clay and placed one of my conche shell necklaces in it's palm.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

I Am Not These Things

I am not these things

I have made myself from stronger substances.

Wielded my roots deeper than what you see

Shaken my hair in places you cannot return to

Screamed my feelings with words that will never be reordered in that same structure.

- I am raising my voice from sounds roaming only in my heart.

Lessons I have bore into my soul I do not share through the clothes I buy, the food I eat, and the way I do my hair.

I have been too tarnished by publicity, media, those who I thought were cooler than I should have thought, and pictures I think I comprehend.

But I know better than to believe the spackled surfaces I face to make me feel incomplete.

I am a hopeful person. I share with you, what I hold, from the engrained rings, that ripple out bergoening within my raw, capsulated, free standing, and concrete being.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Eyes of Tigers

Eyes of Tigers
Heart like a weapon
That swooped in
mirrored my soul

I foolishly let go of my consciousness
And fell into your sight
Your innocent demeanor keeps my attention
As your words devour my breath

Breath in, I must, to stay awake
And to make my own swooping
I bat my eyes and play it cool
But, your presence near, makes it hard not to feel hot

I breath in, again
I remember this is only the beginning, and if temperatures are bound to rise, I must blow on the waters to stay in slow mode

We spark a connection, and we see where it goes. Though my heart is racing, I can feel us both glow
Cheek to cheek, we sway with the mood
Nothing else survives
When, I look into those tiger eyes -

Just dancing here, and holding tight
I don’t want to let go - of this time, we caught - tonight

(written Oct 29, 2009)

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Troubled Love

"Listen to your heart", I've heard before

But what happens when your heart says listen to your head?

Some things need another perspective


So I listen to my heart, to listen to my head

It says, Don't take chances with your life

It says, No matter how wrong it seems, it's right

Keep it cool

Keep it cool. Keep it cool. Keep it cool.


So I live not knowing what this love could be

Wondering, Can I find another love to set this garcon free?

Love is cruel.

Love is cruel. Love is cruel. Love is cruel.


It's not enough to go on ignoring

Pretending is a rocky stream.


Somehow I know I get on by

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Middle of the Room

They can't push you in a corner.
...We gotta stand in the middle of the room.
Clear our heads of nonsense to peace.
Protecting our bodies with arms spread.
Ready to bear fruits or fight full fledged.
Feet planted firmly. Winds will only sway us but will never knock us down.
And if they do. Remember where you stand.
In the middle of the room.

Road Night Lights

Darkness can fall in a matter of seconds.
Yet the moon and the stars will remind us there is still light.
And though far it may be, the sunrise brings new possibilities...
It's a long road if you bring on the bear necessitites... Extra baggage only distracts us and leads to more stops.
No matter who you are knowing how your own car works is invalueable and dependent on how driven we are to educate ourselves.
The destination is only a blessing. Whereas unwrapping the road is a present in itself and inspires us to make what's ahead come even more alive.
Even if I see nothing. I am alive.
Only in the darkness do the stars come alive.

About Woe

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Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.