sunshine23

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• Coffee Shop Confessions

  by sunshine23, Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:40 pm

  And so you speak
  Words flow like music
  Of your lips
  That sip from the edge
  Of a styrofoam cup
  And the imprint left
  Lasts long enough
  For you to change your mind
  But you dont
  Not this time
  You whisper in one ear
  Out the other it goes
  I cant listen anymore
  I cant hear the words
  You speak
  When captivated by the eyes
  That speak of you better
  “It will get better”
  You tell me
  I tell myself it wont
  But oh, you’re right
  Things come and go
  Ebb and flow
  And I thought
  We would always be stagnant
  But here it is:
  A fork in the road
  Hundreds of miles
  And I’ll imagine your face
  Next to mine at night
  And I’ll imagine
  The way your hands
  Used to feel in mine
  I’ll look back
  One day
  And think of that one saying
  Of never wasting fresh tears
  Over old griefs
  One day
  I’ll hope
  To get that phone call
  And we can pick up
  Where we left off

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• What is that that sparks through one's mind?

  by sunshine23, Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:40 pm

  What is that that sparks through one's mind?
  An instant of thought unaided by rule
  Of that is a creation by distraction of an abstract
  Or merely the visage of a simple reality.
  A light enters the eyes through processes entrancing
  Transfixed verbally the medium spoken
  An idea or discovery is overcoming and overwhelmed
  Yet so is the arising of interrogations and mystery.
  
  What is that that becomes one persona infinite?
  A judgment of ideology certainly defined
  Of that is action by coinciding with reason
  Or merely an unnamed motive of impulse.
  A connection by the beat to the mind's rhythm waves
  Fading in and away blinding memories morose
  An occurrence involuntary or causing of choice
  Is the acceptance of course and of fate.
  
  What is that that is due to some change of pace?
  A timely accord of habit to alteration
  Of that is produced a variance in response
  Or merely a minuscule difference in step.
  A record of time within environment and condition
  Some tale of attempt with plausible success
  Oh, if the world were to be of an open gate!
  The repetition without furthers the blank cognition.
  
  What have we become?

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• 1 0 1 1 0 1 0… 1 0 1 1 0 1 0… 1011010...

  by sunshine23, Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:40 pm

  Generally, I’m not the biggest fan of mathematics… particularly not algebra. Formulas don’t excite me, and neither do invisible numbers. But geometry? I’d say shapes, theorems and postulates I can handle. I couldn’t call myself a mathematician if I tried, and I was the girl falling asleep at the back of pre-calculus in high school most of the time.
  
  But, you see… in the classroom environment, math itself really doesn’t excite me. Why? Because I’m not applying it to anything. I’m simply being taught and tested upon it, and frankly… I’m not too enthused.
  
  
  
  Now on the other hand… when I can see numbers, formulas, and ratios applied, that’s when things get interesting.
  
  1.618… The Divine Proportion, The Golden Ratio.
  Better known as: PHI.
  
  
  Beautiful isn’t it? Perhaps it isn’t, if you don’t exactly know what it is…
  PHI expresses the relationship that the sum of two quantities is to the larger quantity as the larger is to the smaller.
  
  A + B is to A as A is to B
  
  But why is it so beautiful? Well, It isn’t called The Divine Proportion for nothing… Look at nature’s spiral patterns… spirals of galaxies to the spiral of a seashell; masterpieces of music to the beauty in art. A botanist will find it in the growth patterns of flowers and plants, while the zoologist sees it in the breeding of rabbits. The ancient Egyptians used it to construct their pyramids, and the Greeks used it throughout their architecture of grandeur. It’s this natural phenomena of harmony and equality… it’s almost as if imperfection, really is perfection. No matter is identical, yet it all bears this mark of ‘oneness’ that which is the Golden Ratio.
  
  When I first came across PHI, it was as if a new part of my mind opened… as if nature all of a sudden developed more of an understanding –and a mathematical one at that, in my conscious mind. These beautiful spiral patterns like those of a spiral seashell… are so much more than a thing of beauty. I often wonder if it is an example of the infinite expansion of the universe and of nature in all forms. These numbers… these spirals… these sequences continue on, all proportionately by a ratio and even though we are all separate entities, we are bonded by a continuum of PHI.
  
  Why is it, that the ancient Egyptians and the Greeks among many other ancient civilizations had it right? Why, have we lost this concept of harmony throughout time? A contractor will allow a building to be erected just about anywhere, yet the construction of the pyramids were carefully positioned in consideration the divine proportion and zero-point. Today our imaginations run chaotic with design and creation, while the majestic Parthenon was built to have direct relation to PHI, and can be divided into golden rectangles!
  You know the ever-so-capitalized idea of Feng Shui? Harmony within the environment? To the Chinese, it’s much more than the arrangement of your furniture. Within Feng Shui, Yin and Yang come into play with balance. It seems as if this ancient way of harmonizing with the rhythms of the Earth have been lost in translation. Chaos and destruction sound familiar?
  Moreso today now than ever…
  
  
  I feel as if mentally, and physically much of humanity is out of sync and psyche with that that complements us. We’re off track with nature, off orbit… a skipping record. As evolution may have it and habits become inborn, look at how we’ve increasingly pulled away from the gravity of the bond that holds our entities together! Our feet hold firm to the ground, yet we’re not penetrating the movement, the continuum of rhythm that emits throughout nature. I feel as if I’m on a roller coaster ride, and I’m not strapped in. I may hold on, but I’m not secure. I’m not one with the gravitational pull entirely… How could this have happened? How have many of us lost our ability to truly feel and connect with what is around us? How is it that we have let our inhibitions interfere with the duality of creation and time?
  
  Poor Phidias… he is probably ashamed at our disconnections.

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• Little Jar

  by sunshine23, Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:39 pm

  Change floats on a current
  Like a sailboat on a stream
  And I dream
  As a feather frees itself
  In a breeze of flight
  
  
  And I want to catch the wind
  Not just fly into the clouds
  Bottle up the sounds
  In my little jar
  Like fireflies
  Blinking in our eyes
  
  
  A lone man wandering
  Looking where he's been
  On a whim
  He follows along the tide
  In stride with the ebb and flow
  
  
  I want no boundaries
  I want no boundaries
  
  
  And I want to catch the wind
  Not just fly into the clouds
  Bottle up the sounds
  In my little jar
  Like fireflies
  Blinking in our eyes

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• Country Mystic

  by sunshine23, Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:38 pm

  Never liked the country much
  Until moving to a place
  With pines and wild berries
  Facing the window
  The sunlight peeking
  Through the evergreen branches
  And reflecting the scarlet
  Like the rouge brushed on my cheeks
  To feel pretty.
  
  Never liked the country much
  Until the city skyscrapers
  Became the wind whistling
  Along with the steady rhythms
  Of the melodies
  Through my headphones
  Beating like a robin's call
  As I lay elegantly
  Swept across the porch swing.
  
  Never liked the country much
  Until the hum of the crickets
  Replaced ambulance sirens
  Where I could sit in solitude
  By candlelight with words
  Of a classic story
  By a classic writer
  Whisking me far away
  Into a world of unknown depth.
  
  Never liked the country much
  Until the lens of a camera
  Became my best friend
  As the sweet falling leaves
  Danced prisms of color
  In the autumn wind
  And it became an adventure
  Like a scavenger hunt
  Or a kid in a candy store.
  
  Never liked the country much
  Until the rush hour traffic
  Became the winding roads
  Of endless time
  With a joint flying
  Out the window
  To the tune of Led Zeppelin
  And his guitar riffs
  Raining upon my ears.
  
  Never liked the country much
  Until notes in agendas
  Became destinations on a whim
  To playgrounds of mountains
  And country diners
  Where the waitress
  Never fails
  To forget your name
  Or your favorite drink.
  
  Never liked the country much
  Until my four-inch stilettos
  Became the comfy tennis shoes
  And messy-bun hair
  Where there was no who's-who
  To try to impress
  And the simple plaid and flannel
  That I thought ugly
  Is now what keeps me warm at night.
  
  Never liked the country much
  Until the sunsets of grandeur
  Replaced the gray steel frames
  And concrete sidewalks
  Where the clouds seem happy
  And white with fresh air
  Away from the black exhaust
  And my silly road rage.
  
  Never liked the country much
  Until moving to a place
  Where I could be
  Who I really am.

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