Almost Halloween

As per the previous post, I’m really getting into the spirit of Autumn right about now.  Jazz club affair.  Not too dark, not too bright, but just right.  Halloween seems to be the “holiday” that embodies that feeling like no other ‘cuz folks legitmately want to be spooked, and yet, wanna see the smiling faces of the babies who trot around from house to house, decked out in the latest in Tigger n’ Pooh costume wear.  “Tick or tweeeeeeeeeeeeeet”

You’ve Got That…….

Style is quite the thing, ain’t it? I mean, you get the chance to say what you want about yourself without saying a word; few other instances in life exist like this. Lately, life seems to be a gentle give-and-pull of whether or not I will actually accept this fact. To be noticed? To be covert? To not give the slightest care at all? It is all in the beauty of having options, I suppose. I look forward to talking more about this in future posts.

From AM to PM

It’s the price that you see,

You cannot get it out of me.

From the factionless freedoms,

Who are they to think I’m numb.

It’s everyday how we say,

I’m gonna do it my way.

Your undecided little choice,

Prosperity provides a voice.

It’s ok,

I’ll admit,

I can admire your wit.

Washed My Sins Away

Although I never thought I’d actually even begin to contemplate this, I am starting to entertain the idea of starting another blog solely dedicated to theology. I a lot of people see this subject as a heated one, but it doesn’t have to be. Peace in the middle east? I’m still thinkin’……

Dear Diary,

Keeping some kind of journal can be very freeing, especially if there’s plenty on the mind. Within those pages exists a written-out copy of the world as you see it from inside your head. While other days may provide themselves to be more diary-worthy than others, you might not regret writing down your daily thoughts as you look back months….or even years from right now. Words act as both the coldest and the warmest embrace, all at once.

Panache

Girly or tomboy?

Somewhere in the middle?

Sooner or later,

I’ll find a greater riddle.

You see, what I need is

a way to say my style.

Is it punk?

Is it cute?

Is it pale

(not) like a newt?

I wanna be better than better,

even greater than “the realest”.

What color does your mood read?

‘Cause I’m tha color “illest”………….

~

 

 

Beasts of the Southern Wild

 

beasts

Such a lovely film surely deserves a place on this blog. The greatest word I could use to describe my viewing experience of this independent movie is none other than “spiritual”. An entire world seemingly belongs to one child; nature cradles her like the mother she never had. It becomes pretty obvious from the start that the film is pressing to make the viewers ponder one particular question: What is it that you are afraid of?
“Welcome to the bathtub”