Creation

Creation

Something from nothing - the act of creation

the artist's brush, the potter's hand

A desire from within

to make something of worth

An expression of beauty

that grows from a seed in the mind

something tangible

something to mark the time

a thought birthed

and introduced to the world

the oyster's pearl or a beautiful baby girl

Sometimes I think that everybody's inner desire is to create, but maybe that's just what people with artsy brains desire. I dunno. I wonder if the act of procreation is also the innate desire to create. If that is so, I can expand my theory to include a lot more people. Everybody wants to create something of worth. Being productive usually involves the creation of something. I'm not sure what I'm talking about. It really is just an idea that I've been mulling over lately.

Yesterday's sermon had to do with passion and it got me thinking. Is it possible to have a passion for something that doesn't involve creation? I guess creation is such a broad idea that it can include a lot of things. I guess using broad terms makes the argument harder to disprove but at the same time, it makes it a weaker statement. Whatever.

I am on Day 1 of the P90X program again. I tried doing it last year but got sick and fell off the program. I'm trying to start slowly by doing a couple weeks of the "easy" program before starting up the real program. Last time I started up, I was in so much pain for the first few weeks. Hopefully that won't happen this time. I don't love pain as much nowadays. Wish me luck. Peace out.

New Eyes

New Eyes

Give me some new eyes

to see myself with

Train them well and help them memorize

the shapes and colours

proportions and relative distances

The instances of looking at a picture

and thinking "that doesn't look like me"

needs to be a thing of history

Something only the old me would say

I dunno. How many times have you looked at a picture of yourself and thought, "is that what I really look like?" I do that every time I look at a picture of myself. I hope I'm just not photogenic... otherwise, I'm one ugly dude. Haha.

I fancy myself as someone that has an interest in the arts. One pitfall in learning to draw is relying on your memory to draw things. That's why drawing from life is so important. Often times we have ideas in our head about what we look like, or what the human eye looks like. Sometimes, we just don't look at things with a critical enough eye. For instance, you may see your mom's hair everyday but when you come down to trying to draw it from memory, you find yourself struggling cause you don't really know what it looks like.

I enjoy watching reality tv. And for certain shows, if I'm really into them, I like to listen to interviews of the contestants when they get voted off or eliminated or however they leave the show. Anyways, I'm sometimes amazed about how differently they see themselves compared to what the general public sees. I understand that the shows are edited to maximize the drama but sometimes at the end of the day, you either said a jerkish thing or you didn't. "Is that me?" "Is that what I look like?" "Is that what I sound like?" **rolls his eyes. "What? I always roll my eyes?" Peace out.

Changing Landscapes

Changing Landscapes

I've lost track of the years

they all just blend together

as time throws me over its shoulder

and runs as fast as it can

The landscape has changed

Friendships have been rearranged

You used to stand here

but now you're over there

and we don't talk anymore

calling would be too much of a chore

and even though it takes more energy

I choose to ignore you

The landscape has changed

I think about you until I'm messed up in the head

We landed on opposite sides of the watershed

Today, I was going through my music library. It's amazing how much music you can collect throughout the years. I've forgotten about so many songs that I've loved and when I hear the first few measures of the songs, the memories come rushing back. How many games of spider solitaire or free cell did I play as I was listening to that song on loop? Wow. Crazy stuff.

A couple weeks ago, I saw an article on Digg about an instruction book on how to break up with friends. It was really sad. I was reading little blurbs about how some friendships just fell apart. The book addresses how to pro-actively end friendships... I think. I never read it and I don't even remember the title. Most of us just allow our friendships to slowly fade and die. Before long, they are just a fuzzy memory and a photograph taken many years ago.

I think the idea of breaking up with friends is something that is new and is partially a result of social networks. I mean, it's so easy to maintain a "friendship" on something like Facebook. But what if one side wants to cut all ties? I feel that's something that isn't really covered growing up. A study showed that a person cannot realistically maintain meaningful friendships with more than 150 people. How many Facebook friends do you have? How many do I have? How meaningless.

I don't like deleting songs. I have the harddrive space so I might as well keep them right? Sometimes going through my Facebook friends list is like going through my music library. There are some friends that I miss a lot and would like to give them another spin around the block. Other friends are hardly even acquaintances and are just pictures from a highschool yearbook; a song that seemed to have gone out of style. Peace out.

Threshold

Threshold

I stumble

into a dark room

surprised by the darkness

and the slow reaction of light

The night overwhelms me

It's too cold outside

and it's too hot in here

The only comfortable position

at the moment

is straddling the threshold

Close the door.

Do as you're told!

I know that I haven't written in quite a while. I purposely allowed my beautiful writing streak to come to an end. I would have posted to say that I was taking a break but I didn't want to increase the post count and thus make it more work for me to count how many poems I wrote this year when I look back on New Year's eve.

Anyways, last night, the compact fluorescent bulb in my room burnt out. It was weird. It seemed to have spider webs at the base and maybe if spider silk is conductive, it shorted out. I had to replace it with another bulb. This new bulb doesn't light up right away like my old one. It takes a little while for it to light up my room. It catches me off guard and every time I turn on my light, I have the instant reaction of, "Oh man, my light is burnt out" only to have it come on a fraction of a second after I expect it to.

Life is really frustrating or scary when things don't go as you expect them. Sometimes it feels like you're walking into the dark and it takes a little time before your path gets lit. I dunno what I'm saying. I think I'm trying to sound deep and profound without actually saying anything.

Maybe I'll see you tomorrow... or maybe not. No more pressure of keeping streaks alive for 2010. Peace out.