I Can Love, Enormously.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012About /// Today
C'est ici, où j'écris.
About /// Today
Maybe not today, or next year for that matter
will I hope that he sees this raw uncooked batter.
These words of advice from someone much younger
not written to be labeled as one's power hunger.
Instead I write because truth does exist,
I want to show him in poem, instead of using my fist.
Afterall he's a guy, human with pride and such
and its hard to change someone or convince them of stuff.
But I don't want to be accountable for not being brave
enough to transmit the truth to him via radio wave.
Welp, sometimes I'm too serious for my own good, and sometimes I'm serious and its for my good. In this case, I plead the fifth. Hey look, I wrote a Ghazal. Gah. What's a Ghazal? This is:
A short lyrical poem that arose in Urdu. It is between 5 and 15 couplets long. Each couplet contains its own poetic thought but is linked in rhyme that is established in the first couplet and continued in the second line of each pair. The lines of each couplet are equal in length. Themes are usually connected to love and romance. The closing signature often includes the poet's name or allusion to it.
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IT WAS AMAZING, the French woman inside of me was finally liberated.
Je t'aime France, et tout les choses françaises.
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Chateau de Fontainebleau |
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Taking a Nap at our Hotel, "Salut Jet Laggation" |
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Bordeaux. "And then she suddenly became a peachy, glazed dessert." |
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I took this. And this happened. All are true. |
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The Moulin Rouge. I felt scandalous just taking a picture of it. |
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The Eiffel Tower & I. I then realized that love can take building form. |
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Sacre Coeur. I can never spell heart right in French. I must not have one. "Il était bondé . Là, à l' église." |
My goal for this week was to do one creative thing a day whether it be write song lyrics, a poem, design and record a new style, or make art with photography. Today, I decided to write a poem because its definition fits well with the circumstance. Topher went into surgery this morning, the surgery we had all been anticipating, the surgery that is most abrasive to the body. Topher's health has been bad enough so for him to go into this surgery made me nervous. I've assisted with surgeries, shoot, I've done surgeries before and I know how invasive they can be and how damaging they are. Topher's poor body. Anyways, because of all this I fasted yesterday and felt loads better about it as I naturally should. Thank you for the opportunity to use tools like fasting to bring faith, peace, and assurance.
Clubbed to Death - Rob Dougan
Great Rock Climbing Song.
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