Who Are My People?

Who Are My People?

My People? Who are they?
I went into the church where the congregation
Worshiped my God. Were they my people?
I felt no kinship to them as they knelt there.
My people! Where are they?
I went into the land where I was born,
Where men spoke my language . . .
I was a stranger there.
"My people," my soul cried. "Who are my people?"

Last night in the rain I met an old man
Who spoke a language I do not speak,
Which marked him as one who does not know my God.
With apologetic smile he offered
The shelter of his patched umbrella.
I met his eyes. . . And then I knew . . . .

-Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni

Well we ran into some trouble.
We will float or we will sink.

Brittany Massaro.

Brittany Massaro
I like your blog.
I like your style of photo taking too.


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If you are any sort of cool you will probably click that link above. Right on!

You should probably listen to this.

Are you a societal slave?

Unfortunately the social norms of the society in which we exist today

are quite bland I believe. There are so many people unhappy due to

these norms because they are stuck (or at least believe they are

stuck) in lifestyles they are not content with that lead to

depression, anxiety, obesity, cardiovascular disease, and all and all

an unhappy regretful life. Don't get me wrong, not everyone is unhappy

with these norms, but the majority they are whether they know it or

not.

When I graduated high school I had no idea where I wanted to go to

college or for what. What I really wanted to do was travel the world,

write poems, make art, explore cultures, and meet people of different

beliefs. This idea was completely out of societal norms, I was told if

I did this I would never go to college, I would never do anything

important with my life, my life would be a waste. So I went to

boarding school for a year to try and figure out where I wanted to go

to college and for what. After that year I still had no idea but I

came to college anyways because that was the acceptable social norm.

So here I am today, a senior in the health science major, my dad

having spent about $200,000 in education, and I still have no idea

what I want to do! I do know I want to write poems, travel the world,

meet new people, explore the mountains, learn about different

religions, make art, philosophy about life with strangers. Here I am

four years later with the same dreams I had five years ago and I am

finally on the brink of exploring them, almost free from this "college

norm." What did I get from it all, that's what I look too. I got a lot

of professors lecturing to me off a power point I had already read

through, a lot of expensive text books telling me things I already

knew or could have found out through self and world exploration. I GOT

A DEGREE! One I will never use, but people don't like to talk about

that.

I must say I go against societal norms a lot. I don't own a

television, I don't vote, and I am not afraid to express what I

believe. I will transcend the norm like the beat generation did, like

the Dharma Bums. I don't need politics and all their money and glory.

I don't need celebrities, or diamonds that people loose arms for. In

May I am getting out of here, cross country road tripping in search

for what I don't know, art, music, poetry, life, birds, trees,

silence, noise. I am looking for it all in a search for self,

something college couldn't give me. Something the college format essay

writing standards never gave me with all its bland simplicity. So here

my assignment is, whether it fills the fulfillment or just clear cuts

the norms take from it what you will.

Thank you college for letting me finally grasp the realization I had

years ago, that our society it plagued and I will not fall sick. I

will transcend the societal norms and do it with glory ignoring

judgments passed by those stuck in their bore. Set free at last and

okay with what I want and not what society wants of me. I will not be

another societal slave!

You.

In days of gloom
In days of bloom
The stars will always matter.
Blue will always matter.
But who will always matter?

I hope,
Who-
Is you.

You and I in bloom
You and I in gloom
You and the stars will matter.
You and blue will matter.
But who are you?

Are you lost in time?
Believe in matter or mind?
A daylight dreamer?
Are you tempted to play your own fate?

In days of gloom
In days of bloom
The stars will always matter.
Blue will always matter.
You will always matter.

OKAY!
This
is
me.

Who are you?

Who am I?
I wonder-

I am but a dreamer
Lost in thoughts of love
Lost in thoughts of truth.

And you-
Who are you?

You are but a soul
Tangled in yesterdays of tomorrow
Tangled in time.

Who are we?
We all wonder-

I am not you
And you not me
Yet me trudge together lost in this sea.

Today really isn't unimportant crap.

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You I don't regret.

I put you on a list of goals.
Thing to conquer
Through my one chance at this life.

But I, I am not a wizard.
My wand only casts through work
I worked my best on you.

I wanted you to have a goal (it didn't have to be a long list as mine).
To conquer the day!
To make the slightest difference in this world.

Do I cross you off my list?
Is it wrong to want to fix you?
Have you completely lost it all?

You've been j a d e d
And so you've f a d e d
Away in a powdered white dust...

You were last on my list
But consuming the rest
Ten goals this journey I must conquest.

You are living in a fake world. And so are you.

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There was a time
When the trees were big
Bumble bees in clear sight
Blades of grass rushing between the toes.

And now
The trees just don't seem so big
The bumble bees don't buzz so busy
Feet are clean no longer stained green.

Can I only go back there in my dreams?
Why does this have to be reality?
Life revolved around time
Crushing imagination and thoughts divine.

I'm stopping it all!
Cruel fate will have to wait
I'm in a blueberry field
With the tallest of all trees planted in the middle.

Me feet are all stained purple
Bluebirds chirping the timeless tune
Want me to wait here for you?
I can have the winds pick you up.

It won't be easy
To twist your mind
But what you might find
Is truth in flight and your dreams defined.

There is a tree
A lonely tree
And I know where its rooted.
And I know how the sun makes it glisten.
I'd take you to this tree
If I knew you felt as lonely as me.
This tree is lonely
Season to season
Like I am lonely
Reason to reason.
And when I wallow amongst the path
That takes me to the lonely tree
I feel my bones at ease
There is always a breeze.
When I see the lonely tree
I begin to feel free
With the loneliness intertwined
To nature divine.
Silence-and the wide eyed ski.
Maybe I could take you there
To the lonely tree
And there you could see
Loneliness at ease.

I can see you in your eyes.

Sparkle Dust

In the thunder I saw a sparkle
And a winged fairy came
With all the sparkle dust in the world.

She said "the storm will pass...
The sun will glow
In yellows and of golds
Spark dust - you will uphold."

As the lightening bolt withdrew
She F L E W
And left behind
All the sparkle dust in the world.

And what shall I do?
So I painted and I glued
A place ALL blue
And a sun of sparkle dust true.

I dreamt my wings grew
And my picture TRUE
I F L E W
With sparkle dust true

And when I returned of imagery askew
What I found was the sun all new
Of yellows and golds
Sparking in TRUTH.

Won't you wallow with me?

Where do YOU want to go?

I was awake while I was dreaming.

Brittany and I had a little costume party! You can come next time too!

Sometimes in life you meet people who are so captivating that you feel as though you cannot carry on without them. These people make you feel alive. These people make you breath a little slower, see a bit clearer. They make you feel. Do you feel alive?

.I am alive.

Clean it up. Human waste - you are an eye sore.

My necklaces are much more enthralling than my neighbors pile of trash that is in clear view of these majestic walls of tranquility.

Dear Self,
I like your necklaces a lot, and even more so like taking pictures of them. I am leaving the armpit of America in a week. To the river I will go, then Houston, and then to Chile Chile where I will ride the snow. Yes - I can almost see it all now, I can see you too.

This is my world. My world of art. I can feel it, taste it, smell it. I am living it.

"To create one's own world in any of the arts takes courage.”
Georgia O'Keeffe

Thank you Moose, thank you much.

I like hiking in my mini skirt.
And I also like good people.
.The Forks.
Lots of good people in one place--
And where its okay to have the smelly funk
I like their smelly funk,
Almost as much as I like hiking in my mini skirt.
The river was swell,
And so was the man eating bugs.
Yes eating bugs.

“Fashion is an imposition, a reign on freedom.”- Golda Meir

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STRIPES FOR THE SKINNY

Stripes are for skinny people - anyone and everyone should take note.

PA did my hair yesterday, he fed me ice cream cake and pizza - not good for the skinny fit yet nor are the martinis I later indulged in! BLODG Girl and I went out for a few cocktails (Strawberry Bannana Martinis), enough to make my head hurt this am. PA was there letting us montague the most epic man camel toe ever! YES! And no we are not in Miami, although we should be. BLODG Girl's blackberry screen cracked into a million when she dropped it during our photo montague in the bathroom, we were arranging on our good side. NO ONE wants a photo on their bad side and fortunatley enough BLODG Girl and I have opposite good sides. Going to have a FATCAT party at my lakehouse for a few days in about two weeks, PA is in charge of planning - therefore it should take the most interesting form. Leaving for the Maine journey tomrrow, and I can't wait!

I just caught someone looking at porn in the computer lab. Really? Like really? That is just so odd to me! Of course I didn't say anything, I mean how do I even approach that? It looked like the raunchy kind too. Gross. People are weird. You are probably weird. Me not so much :) haha

Yesterday evening on my way to the bar I stopped at Dunkin Donuts for a coffee and went through the drive through. On accident I went a little to far past the speaker so I just pulled up the window. There was one person behind me and it was Sam who was following me to work. The girl at the window said she couldn't take my order at the window. I couldn't believe it, I go to that Dunkins a few times and week and it is always that girl-- she knows me....I always leave her a buck. I was throughly annoyed. I just can't believe out of the some tiny small bit of goodness in her heart she couldn't take my order. She told me to go around again so I just left becuase I was in a hurry. I swear I could write a blog about Dunkins and some of the rude people who make my coffee. If you work at Dunkins you should be friendly, you may be someone's first human interaction of the day on their way to work gettng coffee. Maybe thats just way to cookie crumbles though, the world of drive thru -ewww!

Got the buzz on with Sam girl last night. Cocktails are always nice.

The weather is splendid today. I babysat and took a nice long walk with the baby. Running....going for a long run. Took a few days off due to shin splints. Looking forward to white water rafting for the holiday weekend. Should be a pretty crazy time. Hopefully Britt will enjoy the river and the people as much as I always have. Have to bar tend tonight - enough said on that. At least getting dressed up is fun.

God damn it's hot out...this ac is fanntastic thoughh. Today I went to lunch and shopping - I didn't want to buy anything. How strange that was.

I was running through the cemetery. It is nice there, I see baby ducklings and on occasion some little bunny rabbits - I like all that.

In the cemetery
The flags are placed
Where soldiers lie true-
From wars of hate.
Unquestioned fate.
They fought for;
Dreams of men
Of happiness
Survival of you
Their lives sacrificed-
Warriors of the world blood spewed.

And there a plot freshly planted,
Grass seeds taking to their roots
Of a Soldier Boy
Who had dreams just like you
He may have died in vain--
Or glory
I fear I do not know.

Amongst the plot that shall forever mark his place
Baby ducks quacking in blue sky's grace.
And in all the sadness
And tears-
That are amongst his laden place
I find a bit of faith.
For in this world;
Of dreams forgotten-
Destinies at stake-
The soldier boy's death-
There is birth.
The imaginable peace within our reach
You and I can teach To souls brought forth
On this earth.
May the Soldier Boy
And all his brothers
Be given that gift of thanks.

I am here to blog about my life and the characters in it.
Oh life you are rad.

May the saga begin....

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