Works Like Magic

"If you take any activity, any art, ant discipline, any skill - take it and push it as far as it will go, push it beyond where it has ever been before, push it to the wildest edges of edges, then you force it into the realm of magic." 

-Tom Robbins (B. 1936)

The understanding love

They ask me what I see,
What I see when I'm dreaming,
What I see when I'm listening,
What I see when I'm writing,
But I don't see; I understand,

I understand how minds work,
I understand how hearts work,
I understand how my world works,
But I don't understand them.

Why can't people accept it?
Why do they need to know why?
Why do they want to know?
But they don't want to know why; they want to know what.

If I see their futures,
If I see the dead,
If I see words before me,
But I don't see; I understand.

So when they ask, what do I see in you?
I don't reply. I smile,
Because when I dream,
And I listen,
And I write,
You know what I see?
What I've always seen:
You.

SONNETS TO ORPHEUS: II, 12 (STANZA 1)

Desire change. Be enthusiastic for that flame in which a thing escapes your grasp while it makes a glorious display of transformation. That designing Spirit, the master mind of all things on earth loves nothing so much in the sweeping movement of the dance as the turning point.

--Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Br. David Steindl-Rast

You are stronger than the storm that swells inside you.

He's more myself than I am. 

Whatever our souls are made of, 

his and mine are the same.

one day the sky will crack open

and the stars will pour

out in waves of moonlight-

and there is your love.

Long distance is hard. 

You have to trust that as you each change on your own, 

your relationship with also change.

It takes hope, good humor, and idealism. 

It takes a massive dose of courage to protect the relationship at all odds. It is hard, but it is worth it.

You will both be stronger as a result.

Grandfathers are just antique little boys.

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”

If you were the sky and I were the sea.

If you were the sky

Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.

The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed. 

— Ernest Hemingway

I hope that one day you buy every pretty dress you have ever wanted. I hope you wear them and dance barefoot in the summer and laugh. I hope you smile at all the little things, like flowers, and the laughter of children. I hope you get that tattoo you have always wanted. I hope you learn to speak french fluently. I hope you go to Paris and every single state in the US. I hope you never stop singing, even when people tell you that you can't - in fact, especially then. That's when I hope you will sing the loudest. I hope you buy a bracelet everywhere you go until your whole arm is filled with them. I hope you stop beating yourself up about everything that is out of your control. I hope you have the guts to speak up when something is important to you. I hope you step out of your comfort zone. I hope you fall insanely in love with someone unexpected. I hope you forget about your scars -inside and out- and learn to be happy.

de•per•son•al•i•za•tion

Clear off the bed

and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. 

–Kahlil Gibran

The weak can never forgive. 

Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Never play with the feelings of others because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for a life time.

Go where you are celebrated. 

Not where you are tolerated.

The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are all made up of star dust.

And the rest is rust and stardust. 

-Vladimir Nabokev

And in the morning

they shook their pillows

violently, hoping

all the dreams they lost

that night would tumble out.

I didn't believe in ghosts or devils until I lost you but continued to feel you.

I'm off to club Bed featuring DJ Pillow & Mc Blankey.

one day the sky will crack open

and the stars will pour out 

in waves of moonlight-

and there is your love.

There are a thousand things I wish for you for the coming year, but it all comes down to this (of course it does, it always does): love. I hope you will be loved and be able to love in return. I hope you will find love in rainy days and joyless places and, most of all, in yourself. I hope you will discover a love greater than you have ever imagined and I hope you can hold on to it. I hope you can spread some love around the world - I hope your sentences and acts are made of it. I hope you will fall asleep every day with a heart full of love and I hope everyone can see it in your eyes. I hope you will look at life with love and I hope that this year you will finally learn to love it.

If I could be an object,

just for a little while,

I would chose to be 

a dreamcatcher.

And I would collect all the dreams

which are spun with love and which I caught

so deftly, in a large jar with a lid on it.

And after months of hard working I would have

so many dreams, that for the rest of my life

I would be able to drink dreams as breakfast (every day).

retrouvaille (n.): the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. 
I Peter 4:8

Your lips are like wine & I want to get drunk.

At night everything is different

because when the sun goes down

your dreams will fold a paper boat

even if you want to drown

On moonlit water you will sail

through the dark depths of your soul

moonlight trickles down on you

filling the gaping hole

At night everything is different

because when the stars come out

you will be able to forget

the thoughts that were so loud

Under soft sheets you will lie

don't think of how much you've wept

what's so good about sleeping is

it's like dying, but not dead.

You take care of the garden in my heart and you say you don't need to be paid, but I will, in the end, because I know what a mess it is (and you are doing an extremely good job). You pluck the weeds and plant your seeds and soon there will be flowers again and butterflies and it will smell of spring and I will lie in the grass and enjoy the sun 

and I hope you will lie next to me.

If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely! -Ronald Dahl

J.F & A.T

I am strange and you are strange and a lot of other people are strange, but my strangeness and your strangeness are quite the same and I just think we should be strange together and become this strange couple that gets strange looks from strange people.

Yes, life is hard but don't let it make you hard. Be as soft as you thought the clouds would feel when you were only five years old. Do you remember this? Do you remember who you wanted to be back then? What made you give up? What made you give up on all your dreams? You became this hard, unreachable person and I know that this is not who you are. This is not who you want to be. I hope you will search for yourself again. I hope you will search between the sunflowers, the pages of your old favorite book and the echo of your talents. Be warm again. Be as warm as the passion you threw away once (and which you will find again, I promise). 

It's not about forcing happiness, it's about not letting sadness win. It's not about fighting sadness perpetually to remain happy, it's about embracing this sadness and being happy in this sadness.

She was beautiful,

but not in the beautiful ways you might like to thing so

she did not have hair that dripped gold

her eyes were not the color of the cold sea

her smile was crooked and bent

her lips were chapped and thin

she did not have a gentle laugh

nor did she speak humble thoughts

but she was beautiful

in the way the shore kisses white feet

in the way the mood hides itself in the curtain of darkness

she was beautiful

in the way wind dances in hair

and in the way shy lovers hold hands

she was beautiful in the way of 

morning air

and black coffee

and that love poems

that live in each broken heart

spilling red oil, into blue lungs

suffocating happiness right out of it's shell

and she was beautiful

because she refused to taste sadness

even when that was the only thing she had left to eat.

I fell in love with the 

morning, how you stumbled out

of bed when you first woke up,

and how your eyes groaned with

exhaustion.

The way your hands grasped my 

hipbones while your lips stole

the ending of my sentence.

Everyday with you felt like a 

month of Sunday mornings with

white bed sheets and lazy

smiles.

That same morning, I fell in

love with the coffee shop down

the street, the way you

asked for two sugars, but you

actually meant three.

The walk home from your house

made me remember what Monday

mornings feel like. 

Somewhere in between falling

in love with our midnight

conversations that were

exhaled through cigarette

breaths and interrupted by

coffee stains,

and reading love notes you

had written on my flesh,

I realized,

I am in love with the presence

of your words

and the feel of your

existence.

But I am not in love with you.

my chest is your garden;

and the seeds

you planted

in my heart

are going to be

painfully

beautiful

flowers.

I think we like to complicate things when it is really quite simple; find what it is that makes you happy and who it is that makes you happy and you're set. promise.

You kissed me with your jokes and your kindness and your genuineness. I fell in love with the things we never said and the things we never had. But now our conversations fall short and the important words are kept inside these mouths of ours. We're growing farther apart with every day that passes and I feel older with every day we don't talk. We try and we try but we don't know what we're doing at all and maybe we should just stop pretending we could be a real us one day. I thought you were the one to make it better, but these doubts are eating my bones and my night's sleep and they are nibbling at my heart and I wish there was a way to stop them. 

We're sitting along on our separate beds with hundred miles and thousand words between us listening to the sound of the rain and of everything falling apart.

I'm in love with

the idea of being in love.

I want to grasp it, seize it.

The concept itself is beautiful.

How two minds can become infixed,

with raw love

and tender affection.

Love is magical,

and many people have

fall in love with the

pure idea of being

in love.

Things to do when you are sad:

Don't listen to Bob Dylan.

Wear a big sweater.

Drink tea.

Clean your room.

Go on a walk.

Make paper cranes.

Find recipes (to use when you're happy).

Watch anime.

Read the newspaper.

Hang fairy lights around your house.

Bake an apple pie with a friend.

Organize old pokemon cards.

Think about how beautiful outer space is.

Paint your saddness.

Go to a cafe.

Sleep on a pile of blankets.

Ask someone to hold you.

Cry.

Be okay at some point.

Visit the library.

Pick flowers.

Sit with someone.

Remember that there are always cupcakes.