Thursday, October 14, 2010
On and On ...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Don't Come Back At All.
Because you don't know it within yourself.
So you took it away from me.
Who do you think you are? Running around leaving Scars. Collecting your jar of hearts. And tearing love apart.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v_4O44sfjM
Don't come back to me.
Don't Come back At All.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Our Song
That's where I seem to be right now.
Hours and hours to go before fiddlin'
That's what I thought when I tipped over that cow.
Somewhere down the land and valley
A Johnny Cash tune rang in my head.
Somewhere down the road of my mind
I felt the song you sang me instead.
Oh, what a Beautiful Mess this is
It's like we're picking up trash in dresses.
And the lead of the pencil scribbled...
And the heart of that little girl giggled...
And after a time, the sound sank through.
It sank through to the pit of her stomach.
It sank through to the pit of her heart.
And with that, she softly remembered
Like waking from a colourful dream
full and mixed and layered of dimension.
Waking life never took so long to awaken to
But here we are, here we are.
We're still here.
Through lanes of walking, alleys of wandering
and hours of wondering
We become what we've always wondered about.
We've become what we've always fought about.
We've become what we've always preached about.
We are what we've always been.
Reflections of God.
Heaven on Earth.
And yes, folks.
Fellow friends
dearest soul mates of the grandest kind
It's more than safe to say
That the joke's on us.
I hope you laugh
I hope you know joy
I hope you jump into your passion
without fear or contradiction.
I hope you remember who you've always been.
And through it all, I'll be here
Singing our song
Love,
Stephanie
Notes on the Road: Avec Mon Beau Ami
June 2nd, 2010
Driving. Needing to write again. You never know when inspiration strikes. And here it happens to be in a car with this companion I find myself with again. Did I tell you that he reminds me of my dad? I don't always know what to think about that when it crosses my mind, but it definitely crosses my mind. It's the little things he does. The way he explains things, how they all sound like fact rather than fiction. The way he uses his hands to describe those facts. And sometimes the way he describes doesn't always come out in a way that makes sense, but to him it does. As if everything he says, he believes that since he understands it, then everyone else should, too. And I smile. I glanced behind me today and saw him sitting on a piece of log tying something up, his mind furiously and heartily at work, reaching a purposeful means to an end. And I smiled. His eyes have a kind of compassion mixed strength with abandon. And I feel as though I understand. As of now, I glance over, and he drives and drives and looks outside and I can hear his thoughts as he is gauging when the next fateful rapid will be. Numbers, calculations, logistics and disgruntlements and then. Remembering. What it's like to feel again. What it's like to see this stranger he is driving around, welcoming her into his hometown, wondering of the mind that works in her head. And remembering love. Somehow, it reminds me of a kind of up and down infrastructure that never quite gets fully built. The mechanical pieces of a tall tower, calculating the widths and heights of things, and then, realizing that to reach the top, and finish the tower, would be futile anyway. Realizing that it's impossible to reach the top, because there's never truly a finish line. Never truly an end. Just this journey of building and nurturing and enduring and colouring and expanding. And just when you feel like giving up, giving in, letting go, you remember all over again. I feel as though I need to laugh out loud at this peculiar veil we wear in our heads. The one that separates our brains into "left" and "right" into "good" and "evil" into "right" and "wrong" into "black" and "white." This man behind the curtain. This spooky devil we thought was playing tricks on us. The one we also labelled god. The one we also named religion. The one we also named Human. Because, after all, "we're only human" and that's our only excuse until we think we get old. Being "only human." We are more than that when we lift the veil, the joke that's been on us the whole time, the one that we've ultimately created for ourselves on this Earth realm. We are more than what we thought we were, more than human. More than we thought we ever were meant to be and then some. And all thats left, in the "end," are the colours of us. Colours of you, colours of me, colours of all that exists. A timeless music on a string guitar, a song through the voice of a bird, a flight of its first morning feed. The one who soars by and sees that there is an angel sitting there on the rock, listening to the heart beat. Listening to the flow of the Universe. Paying attention with eyes awake. And she smiles at the bird, after sending out a signal that she Knows, and is grateful for the angel that passes by in return. Trusting and Turning is always a grand scheme.
I Love You.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Tidings
I would change along with it.
If ever the poppies changed colour
row on row
I would change along with them.
Like the power in the rapids
what seems a fight
is only a cycle,
a cycle that sings of many becomings.
Some say you have to guage
the water just right;
through measurement, timing and reaction.
I say listen with the spirit of life
and gain the sweet knowledge
the sweet satisfaction.
The kind that brings two souls together
that listens to their fateful call.
The kind that holds on to the lessons
that change the Universe, that change All
That Is.
That is what it's like to watch the struggle
that seems to be one among the waves.
And yet, if you look a little closer,
if you take away the crashing sound
you hear what is beneath the roar.
You will see this beautiful dance
as it works together
in a paradoxical harmony
One that re-defines again and again
the flow of your fateful Universe.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Fixed Fires
of the ways of the world
that hasn't been said or felt before?
The opening of hearts
the freeing of souls
the corners of those wicked doors.
A test of time; or so they say
A test that lasts within your day.
Those pesky moments
the ones we forget
the ones we've covered
with a cloud of cigarette.
And all the while
they stay enclosed
through the sacred spots
inside your soul.
The gems of life
that which we call love
the ones we've labeled
heaven from "above"
And down "below"
is just the same
the playing fields
of this polar game.
But ah, alas, the time is nigh
the time when all the earthlings sigh.
This funny time of shifts and turns
when all the books in the fire burn.
And some will look upon and yell
"the antichrist is here in hell!"
And some will panic and disengage
and watch their systems fall as they rage,
where do we go from here?
And some will look upon the lot
and see those coals within the fire
the one that burned the many books
and Know of the gems glowing gently.
Why do you smile?
Why do you wear that wicked look?
That sparkle in your eye?
They'll question and question and wonder how,
How could she be so cunningly sly!
I know she's up to something.
And as the one who smiles reflects back
the tidings of love she has for thee,
She opens her heart to the joy of the moment
the one that marks her purpose in history.
The one that rises above the ashes,
who knows no glory without the phoenix
Who is the Keeper of Triality
beyond the angels and the 666.
Who sees the gems within the fire,
the one that burns those beautiful tales
of human life and all its desires
The dramas, the passion and all it entails.
And as the crowd disperses away,
scratching their heads wondering of the day
The day the world will cease to exist...
The one who smiles has warmth in her heart
As she knows the rage of the fire
is as beautiful as the coals that burn beneath it.
For the only way the tales can be set free
is if they burn with vibrancy
leaving a mark of glowing gems
that the one who smiles
can see.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Erykah Badu Cover - Call Tyrone
A cover that I sang a couple years back. I wanted to post this as an ode to getting in touch with my self again. It's been a rocky road the past few years of my life, and I honour what I've been through. I want to take the "good" and the "bad" with only one thing: beautiful oppurtunity. I know now, that if I can do one thing for myself, and therefore for the world, it would be to spread the love and the healing power. So if I can channel love energy through writing, dancing or singing, I can be a part of this beautiful thing we call life on time and on purpose. I know the only way I can do that is if I live in passion, and the things that have always made my heart beat with joy are writing and music. Here is the first of many others I plan to post.
One Love Y'all.