Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

One bright day, when the sands sift into place
I will not know how my heart bends but I will
hear it in the waves, calling out through the girth
of this world. You, now far away, wanting, always
wanting for that glorious voice to rise out of your
lungs and just dissipate into golden nothingness.
You want and you want, and somebody will arrive
to lift you, if you can but lilt a little and go over
the many little hills that a human life is made of.
what I wish is the same. A memory to carry me on
to better days. The brightest smiles others can give.
And a word of courage from nobody I know. Someone
who passes me by, looks me in the eye, and wonders
if some lightness has formed in me the way it has in him
every single day.

-- Rafael San Diego

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Conditions



Song of the day by Temper Trap


Sweet disposition
Never too soon
Oh, reckless abandon
Like no one's watching you
A moment, a love
A dream, aloud
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs
A moment a love
A dream, aloud
A moment a love
A dream, aloud

So stay there
Cause I'll be coming over
And while our blood's still young
It's so young, it runs
And won't stop til it's over
Won't stop to surrender

Songs of desperation
I played them for you
A moment, a love
A dream, aloud
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs
A moment a love
A dream, aloud
A moment a love
A dream, aloud

So stay there
'Cause I'll be coming over
And while our blood's still young
It's so young, it runs
And won't stop 'til it's over
Won't stop to surrender.

--Temper Trap, "Sweet Disposition"