January 2011
6 posts
Tourist: I'm starving
Me: Cool, you should check out my new page.
Tourist: huh, what.. I need water
Passing Motor-biker: It's called toxicology
Me: It is a collection of pictures I have taken and edited, and have previously posted on facebook.
Tourist:
nightexposed66 asked: What gives you inspiration?
Would not I be old enough to understand youth?
But there is without insurance of that fantastic; and worthy of jealousy.
Some find there approached by their embolden age,
and so have it shortened
“The more faintly you open your eyes,
The longer happiness remains in your...”
– joe
“because It is easy to hide behind your own face”
– no one in particular
December 2010
1 post
Love Story
Main Characters:
Cheri Ludmillan , Amora Adhelle , and David Delnavaz .
Behind chapter one:
David and Cheri were an arranged engagement, at the political and economic insight of both their parents. Cheri is an incredibly distant and complex individual. She views David as a wild, free spirited youth. While Cheri is delicate and a very intelligent individual, her true feelings...
November 2010
7 posts
“It’s as if I’m drifting away from everything I expected myself to...”
– myself
coast
A glass of water and a needle were falling from the sky, when a large bird suffered an impact from the needle and spun out of control. The now alone and empty glass suffered immense psychological terror, and in doing so, continued to descend, however wildly and in paranoia. Luckily, a freak hurricane was on its way to causing as much damage to the unsuspecting countries that it loomed over as it...
“Every time I look into a fishbowl, I see an eminent explosion of mass murder and...”
Often, you need a new doormat
Since no one else seems to be in the mood, I guess it’s my responsibility to use the word “abacus” in a few sentences.
Sentence one: If you kneel like that again, I will take away your abacus.
Sentence two: Count to nine million.. what are you doing, give me your abacus!
Sentence three: Will you help me make an abacus? I really need one.
Next time the world better start...
“De la ĉielarko de via animo”
– Merlin
unfinished
Sitting upright on the fence, facing the hours that pass in an instant, Idly spent resting in the breeze, and holding a glass of water up to the sky where the sun’s golden brilliance transformed the playful cylinder into a chasm of refracted light.
With the mornings Joys soon to be depleted, a victorious early afternoon shares its dull glowing triumph, my mind sets down its wonders; to...
I fell into a desk in that room. I had seeped in through the door. Noise was everywhere, and things making noise in odd colors, there wasn’t much to wait for. The room never changed, the shape was the same, the things in it moved very quickly. They were, happy I think. I watched them as they buzzed above the floor; it was clean. The floor was, like it had been polished. It kept things still.
October 2010
3 posts
red or The Canvas
My error; the rash of colors, the shades and tints of madness on the palette… are never bearable while on the brush. If not for the orchestration on my part, to imagine a new image onto a canvas that is not even “real”, the scene; would remain a razor tearing into the eyes. No good memory, or flicker of self expression is a remedy for the events that change us. The only peace...
笑って (Wara-te)
When you begin laughing and hear yourself, and then are pulled within by it;
all your thoughts quizzical, astonished by the suddenness.
and At the same time, remembering how the sound ringed with euphony;
questioning, needing to know if its alright, to love that laughter.
Like I do.
“BO
BE
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– from a poster in Mr. Alanders class, of a silhouette of Einstein with a whole bunch of anti terrorism propaganda in bold white letters in the background, that seem to off set the fine print, which suggested that there is a lot you can do with math. the letters are on the edges of bottom right...
September 2010
3 posts
“art before madness”
“There is nothing there.”
– joseph j
Fade, subside.
My precious rose, has been lost in its thorns, taken over by afflicted solitude. When normally, in the light, continuing breeze; there only was a soft touch, breath into red petals. ……………….. This wind, has a relenting voice, but there is no flower that can hide from it. This rose, in empathy; whispers its sadness through the rain. Even during the day, without...
August 2010
4 posts
My current mood
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Out of focus, another grasp at the smooth surface of a trembling ember; plain, featureless, and awake in erotic waves, as they crash gently: a kiss against my empty rage. “The final taste of our endless noise”
A heart beating in mad anxiety, almost flaring silence; a radiance inside a blaring dream, dizzied in the chaos of my room. It’s...
cheesy love song
Where is the sky I need to see your face When I dry my eyes, it means my heart is real babe All the times I’ve tried to lend a hand to you, but when I sigh, I can see the way it bothers you It’s hard to say the words I know I dont deserve I cant because I know the way those words can hurt. Now I feel like my day is done, Another moment, and I get to see the sun.
Everyday you take me...
Chapter one: The Chase
I’m sure all of you would like to say that you have been mugged in the after-life. However, at that moment, I had to decide if it was something I was even concerned about. (With being in the presence of all oblivion and all) I wasn’t sure if I had anything else to worry about. But not having even the capacity for patience, anymore; it became an apparent notion that I might want to...
The Great, Long, Nearly Useless Road to Oblivion
Introduction
I’m not sure why people suppose they are entitled to simply fear death. It’s just like one simultaneously annoyingly lengthy intermission between you(the event of you; not your persona aka identity aka ego aka personality or whatever, no matter how “cool” or “awesome” you thought it was, it never existed anyway.) and the world…. well, not...
July 2010
7 posts
“Im not really that ambitious towards vegetables.”
– Joseph Jauregui
Incomplete
Empty streets, cement sidewalks wait, carefree, and gently watch the hail fall. Cold and comforted by the glass tears, that shatter as they slowly strike the pavement. Their clear lasting reflection; an impression on a cloudy sky.
Created by each footstep, by every word; playing part in this simplicity. The wind and trees, the dance of flowers. The waves resting on the shore, challenging a...
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Rythm intoxicating heartbeat
Rises, vibration; spilling into the blank. Empty fragrant awakening haze in the corner of my eye.
The stunning /momentarily aware/ of my breathing.
The taste of almonds leaves with the now distant mumur.
Still, alone. To remember the music; and feel it start again.
Counting
It’s who I have been after years of just verbalizing that feeble touch of imagination I thought was the limit of reality; until the moment I realized that I could have put my whole life into life. Now that I am here looking at myself in the face, I wonder where the hell I’ve been.
BUT I haven’t yet
Why spend my time asking why, when I can do more than that, and also ask how....
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The summer sets across the sky; like eyes in sight of wondering why. Can I be as brave as I feel?
When truth like clouds are crashing down; to rest their seas beneath the ground. Is it enough just to heal?
Glistening winters passive sway; is freezing yet another day. How can we last another-
Autumn dances in the tide; her memories shinning like her pride. How do we know what’s real?
...
burning slash attempting songwritting but yeah
as one tragedy meets me; alive and glad to see
chains and changes, entering my dreams
frigid if only for a second,
a shallow shelter; awa- ken- ing
always had reason, a single need
maybe, not together
but you might still like this weather
we are only going for a sunset
to send our hearts into the stream
only an angle can be; the light in my eyes to see
flames and pages, falling through...
June 2010
7 posts
Optional
Wondering in passive silence
In a desert sea of shattered glass
With perfect flowers have a pinic
And burn your shadow away
Asleep in a bed of grass.
Merge with courage, why forever
As if climbing a mountain wasn’t brave
Fall like standing into the shore
Rest in a single peaceful day.
Courage does not last together
Splinters and sirens are never still
Waiting patient behind a valley
A...
Anonymous asked: so broseph. i watched that video on your blog thing here, beholding salad, and LERNU ESPERANTON.
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Taste of Hope and
Image by bill barber (back later this month) via Flickr
With love for the smell of lavender and cinnamon, smile, breathe with the breeze calm and kind as your eyes play like lilac on raindrops Although our hearts hurt cooling spray around the sea in our souls can take our tears away and rest on our shoulders like light
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Personal Growth
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Through this blog I have been able to see clear changes in myself. I found that I am a very wondering person, and that I approached things with humor; as time went by I really started questioning. I started using poetry to express myself, and I have even seen changes in that. At first I wrote about my emotions, then nature, then I guess about emotions again...
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Shooting Stars
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Smashing waves and heavens hell ensue voluminous wind, enveloping the exonerated shore like a desirous serpent in a form of maddening sincerity.
Thrashing incomprehensibility being the devastation of the substantial descends triumphantly into the gale, regaining momentum and washing its acetone luminosity onto the surface of the outer land in violent...
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Soda
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I have seen sight in a new way Now sure that midnight will shine There has never been a better day Warm water bubble bath I might follow that shadow when Im done painting on the sidewalk playing on the neighbors lawn So send me back in a letter Over all the things we found I cant wait to stand just as tall We will do just fine All this time ive been Are you...
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How long has it been
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My life, stop trying to love me Force down the rose from my hand and rest my heart in your hands Take away all that is mine and be without me its somewhere else Remember how glad the sun was? There is nothing I can do without I still need you angry space, an open place I cant leave you Walking around just to mumble I dont care who tries Its just a smile, dont say...
May 2010
4 posts
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Clarity
Image by Thai Jasmine via Flickr
How can the need to grasp
Form a step or surface where the mind can touch?
How wise that touch should be;
As either receive, they meet.
How fine such a touch appears in wake.
When formed of dreams found only in sleep,
So see your hand then as it is;
To marvel at the rose now held within.
How do, you imagine the passing time?
How so marked by days before...
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Spring
Image by Disco in the Nunnery via Flickr
The kinds of light that cast a shadow, Shine
and great seasons dance with a clarity
that chimes in resonance beyond the distant breeze
They spin and flicker not on the snowflake, but
on a seed, Enthusiasm captures the forest.
Oceans cry out beneath the waves to
welcome the courage shinning bright
Shimmering amongst the clouds onto the sea and sand
...
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Is there a purpose
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Is does seem like it. I think about how in unison every organism in their respective ecosystems are dependent on the flow of that ecosystem, and even in a single entity, how the processes within are kept to maintain. Why would nature work so hard to preserve as much as possible if there were not a purpose to being. This does not mean that then people are supposed to...
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My thoughts on the “Present”
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The present is only the changes that a person is capable of perceiving and remembering during association with other changes perceived, that occur noticeably within that range of time; when previous changes are no longer instantaneously recalled. Or within the range of “time” where they do. Think of it as how the leaves on a tree are effected by the ...
April 2010
4 posts
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A nightmare inspired me to write this.
Image by RonAlmog via Flickr
It is called, real.
They wish to forget, to be detached.
They wish to hide from life’s cleaver in the sanctuary of still space.
I shall read them, and ease them into their place.
They will obtain their loss, I assure.
…
For it is blissful and overwhelms my mind.
A hunger wraps around my stupor, and holds me still.
What shines in their eyes is not...
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This came from a writing technique I just...
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The dampness of the forest floor makes me shiver,
As if my soul rejects its shade.
Each Tree looks out widely, and fails to notice.
before I can take a step closer,
Warning wind eases to my side.
Growing silence frightens me, the wind does not stay.
A deep panic, crashes into my mind.
When finally the waves subside,
I realize change in the ground, a rocky...
Anonymous asked: why, joseph. why. your math is so unethical. do you UNDERSTAND?
“Im sorry, I didnt mean to cough in your general breathing area”
– Joseph Jauregui
March 2010
8 posts
“ALL righty then, question of the day starts now”
– joseph jauregui
“The fastest way to experience all of life is to dream; just don’t realize...”
– Joseph Jauregui
http://www.thelastwhy.ca/
This is a website by a friend of mine who is trying to share his view of life. I am trying to support him by asking my friends to check out the site. I even enjoyed reading his bio, and the content in his site has actually influenced me in several ways.
So I am going to continue to illuminate on his writing with post regarding specific articles in the site, so that he will generate more hits in...
“You [know] when your smelling food. We all do.”
– Joseph Jauregui