Pressure, Pressure,
Pressing its heavy limbs
Down, down, down
Tightness, coils so
Wound, wound, wound
Snapping, Snapping,
Breaking bones, they crash
Around, around, around.
Breathlessness, collapsing, collapsing, collapsing,
Into myself.
Bruises, scraping, scraping, scraping
Out their desired shape.
Deeper, deeper, deeper.
Narrowing this existence into a paper-thin shell.
Hallowed, hallowed, hallowed,
Nothingness. Broken.
Torn, torn, torn
Into shreds, scattered shreds.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
The Wanderlust
"The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas,
Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth;
The Wanderlust has haled me from the morris chairs of ease,
Has hurled me to the ends of all the earth.
How bitterly I've cursed it, oh, the Painted Desert knows,
The wraithlike heights that hug the pallid plain,
The all-but-fluid silence, -- yet the longing grows and grows,
And I've got to glut the Wanderlust again.
Soldier, sailor, in what a plight I've been!
Tinker, tailor, oh what a sight I've seen!
And I'm hitting the trail in the morning, boys,
And you won't see my heels for dust;
For it's "all day" with you
When you answer the cue
Of the Wan-der-lust.
The Wanderlust has got me . . . by the belly-aching fire,
By the fever and the freezing and the pain;
By the darkness that just drowns you, by the wail of home desire,
I've tried to break the spell of it -- in vain.
Life might have been a feast for me, now there are only crumbs;
In rags and tatters, beggar-wise I sit;
Yet there's no rest or peace for me, imperious it drums,
The Wanderlust, and I must follow it.
Highway, by-way, many a mile I've done;
Rare way, fair way, many a height I've won;
But I'm pulling my freight in the morning, boys,
And it's over the hills or bust;
For there's never a cure
When you list to the lure
Of the Wan-der-lust.
The Wanderlust has taught me . . . it has whispered to my heart
Things all you stay-at-homes will never know.
The white man and the savage are but three short days apart,
Three days of cursing, crawling, doubt and woe.
Then it's down to chewing muclucs, to the water you can eat,
To fish you bolt with nose held in your hand.
When you get right down to cases, it's King's Grub that rules the races,
And the Wanderlust will help you understand.
Haunting, taunting, that is the spell of it;
Mocking, baulking, that is the hell of it;
But I'll shoulder my pack in the morning, boys,
And I'm going because I must;
For it's so-long to all
When you answer the call
Of the Wan-der-lust.
The Wanderlust has blest me . . . in a ragged blanket curled,
I've watched the gulf of Heaven foam with stars;
I've walked with eyes wide open to the wonder of the world,
I've seen God's flood of glory burst its bars.
I've seen the gold a-blinding in the riffles of the sky,
Till I fancied me a bloated plutocrat;
But I'm freedom's happy bond-slave, and I will be till I die,
And I've got to thank the Wanderlust for that.
Wild heart, child heart, all of the world your home.
Glad heart, mad heart, what can you do but roam?
Oh, I'll beat it once more in the morning, boys,
With a pinch of tea and a crust;
For you cannot deny
When you hark to the cry
Of the Wan-der-lust.
The Wanderlust will claim me at the finish for its own.
I'll turn my back on men and face the Pole.
Beyond the Arctic outposts I will venture all alone;
Some Never-never Land will be my goal.
Thank God! there's none will miss me, for I've been a bird of flight;
And in my moccasins I'll take my call;
For the Wanderlust has ruled me,
And the Wanderlust has schooled me,
And I'm ready for the darkest trail of all.
Grim land, dim land, oh, how the vastness calls!
Far land, star land, oh, how the stillness falls!
For you never can tell if it's heaven or hell,
And I'm taking the trail on trust;
But I haven't a doubt
That my soul will leap out
On its Wan-der-lust."
-by Robert William Service
Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth;
The Wanderlust has haled me from the morris chairs of ease,
Has hurled me to the ends of all the earth.
How bitterly I've cursed it, oh, the Painted Desert knows,
The wraithlike heights that hug the pallid plain,
The all-but-fluid silence, -- yet the longing grows and grows,
And I've got to glut the Wanderlust again.
Soldier, sailor, in what a plight I've been!
Tinker, tailor, oh what a sight I've seen!
And I'm hitting the trail in the morning, boys,
And you won't see my heels for dust;
For it's "all day" with you
When you answer the cue
Of the Wan-der-lust.
The Wanderlust has got me . . . by the belly-aching fire,
By the fever and the freezing and the pain;
By the darkness that just drowns you, by the wail of home desire,
I've tried to break the spell of it -- in vain.
Life might have been a feast for me, now there are only crumbs;
In rags and tatters, beggar-wise I sit;
Yet there's no rest or peace for me, imperious it drums,
The Wanderlust, and I must follow it.
Highway, by-way, many a mile I've done;
Rare way, fair way, many a height I've won;
But I'm pulling my freight in the morning, boys,
And it's over the hills or bust;
For there's never a cure
When you list to the lure
Of the Wan-der-lust.
The Wanderlust has taught me . . . it has whispered to my heart
Things all you stay-at-homes will never know.
The white man and the savage are but three short days apart,
Three days of cursing, crawling, doubt and woe.
Then it's down to chewing muclucs, to the water you can eat,
To fish you bolt with nose held in your hand.
When you get right down to cases, it's King's Grub that rules the races,
And the Wanderlust will help you understand.
Haunting, taunting, that is the spell of it;
Mocking, baulking, that is the hell of it;
But I'll shoulder my pack in the morning, boys,
And I'm going because I must;
For it's so-long to all
When you answer the call
Of the Wan-der-lust.
The Wanderlust has blest me . . . in a ragged blanket curled,
I've watched the gulf of Heaven foam with stars;
I've walked with eyes wide open to the wonder of the world,
I've seen God's flood of glory burst its bars.
I've seen the gold a-blinding in the riffles of the sky,
Till I fancied me a bloated plutocrat;
But I'm freedom's happy bond-slave, and I will be till I die,
And I've got to thank the Wanderlust for that.
Wild heart, child heart, all of the world your home.
Glad heart, mad heart, what can you do but roam?
Oh, I'll beat it once more in the morning, boys,
With a pinch of tea and a crust;
For you cannot deny
When you hark to the cry
Of the Wan-der-lust.
The Wanderlust will claim me at the finish for its own.
I'll turn my back on men and face the Pole.
Beyond the Arctic outposts I will venture all alone;
Some Never-never Land will be my goal.
Thank God! there's none will miss me, for I've been a bird of flight;
And in my moccasins I'll take my call;
For the Wanderlust has ruled me,
And the Wanderlust has schooled me,
And I'm ready for the darkest trail of all.
Grim land, dim land, oh, how the vastness calls!
Far land, star land, oh, how the stillness falls!
For you never can tell if it's heaven or hell,
And I'm taking the trail on trust;
But I haven't a doubt
That my soul will leap out
On its Wan-der-lust."
-by Robert William Service
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Dabbling in Natural Remedies, Yippeee
It's been a really long time since I've blogged something remotely serious. It's so easy to post a music video and feel moderately productive ;) But alas, I'm back and will try to be much much better at filling the internet with my non-sense.
Today I was given some pretty terrible news; because of lame insurance rules, I am on a one-year waiting period for my "pre-existing condition". I get that this is their way of avoiding paying for my doctors visits and meds, but seriously? However, rather than pouting, crying, and shouting at the far-off insurance company, I'm doing what any sensible person would do -- researching natural supplements and yoga styles that will have to suffice. I'm really quite hopeful and excited too; if I can somehow find something that can work that doesn't involve pumping my body full of junk, I'd be thrilled.
My new found herbal-remedy hobby has been quite amusing, really. When researching herbs I found this little gem: It works as a natural aid for many nasty conditions we'd like to be rid of.
Today I was given some pretty terrible news; because of lame insurance rules, I am on a one-year waiting period for my "pre-existing condition". I get that this is their way of avoiding paying for my doctors visits and meds, but seriously? However, rather than pouting, crying, and shouting at the far-off insurance company, I'm doing what any sensible person would do -- researching natural supplements and yoga styles that will have to suffice. I'm really quite hopeful and excited too; if I can somehow find something that can work that doesn't involve pumping my body full of junk, I'd be thrilled.
My new found herbal-remedy hobby has been quite amusing, really. When researching herbs I found this little gem: It works as a natural aid for many nasty conditions we'd like to be rid of.
Lavender oil - immune system stimulant
- Abscesses
- acne
- antibiotic
- Arthritic pain
- balding
- bed wetting
- bites [insect]
- blisters
- bruises
- burns
- chestiness [dry cough]
- chilblains
- cuts
- cystitis
- dermatitis
- earache
- eczema
- exhaustion
- headaches
- hot flushes
- insomnia
- migraines
- stiff neck
- overwork
- PMT
- burns [dry , itchy, weeping]
- sprains
- stings
- sunburn
- Throat [sore]
- tinnitus
- travel sickness with restlessness
- Fears of fright, meeting people, failure, stage fright
- hysteria
- hyperactivity
- impatience
- insomnia
- insecurity
- irrationality
- moodiness
- negative thinking
- worry
- overwork
- paranoia
- relaxation
- restlessness
- panic attacks
- stage fright
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Three Days Away
I've been a pretty horrible blogger lately. In fact, I should not even be on the computer right now. There is so much to do before 2:30 today, that it is really kind of overwhelming. The balance of doing of I have to while still resting. I guess I'll give up my dreams of lounging my the pool. But today is exciting -- the rehearsal and the bachelorette party. Wedding festivities truly begin.
I'm getting married in three days. That is such a crazy/exciting/overwhelming/butter-fly-inducing feeling. I woke of this morning with knots in my stomach from nerves. Not jitters, just excited and nervous about the closeness of my wedding. Three days -- that's so soon. All the planning, everything will be over and I can just enjoy the day. And truthfully, I am so ready for the planning to be over.
In three days I'll be a wife, married to my love. Life will go back to normal after the honeymoon. Well, a new form of normal. And hopefully I'll start blogging again.. hopefully.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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