Who are we…?

Jul 14, 2005

Who are we…?

The warthogs? No. I started a small group class about tapping into our creativity and about creative writing. It’s held by a wonderful woman ( of which I probably will be referencing her as time goes by ) named Dari. With each class she has them come up with a name for themselves. With a little work and thought, we are The Chrysalis. Considering the definition I would say it’s a very fitting name.

_{wikipedia has pretty much the same definition, but I thought I would connect to it…it’s looking a little barren. Know something? Share}

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There's a song of reverence in the quiet.An alter to pray upon in internal silence.A naked soul bearing fruits of truthwhispering into the ear of husks.Whether passed aloud or kept containedeach syllable crashes and reflects,bouncing off stalagmites & 'tites build upas rocky bars containing the embodied message of the wined.Spiraling Inward each piked rock joins the cacophonous tone,taking humble beginningsto monumental ends.
Thursday, 24 July 2008, 10:07 am #
There is something about ink to paperskin and blooda lubricant to cough up hair ballcarcasses of loves pastentangled in my veins for so long.
Wednesday, 23 July 2008, 7:12 am #
Hypoctire is just a wordMade by a Hypocrite, for a HypocriteTo be said by a Hypocrite, to a HypoctireTo hurt the HypocriteBut,hypocrite is just a wordMade by a hypocrite, for a hypocriteTo be said by a hypocrite, to a hypocriteTo hurt the hypocrite.Asshole is just a wordMade by an Asshole, for an AssholeTo be said by an Asshole, to an AssholeTo hurt the AssholeBut,asshole is just a wordMade by an asshole, for an assholeTo be said by an asshole, to an assholeTo hurt the asshole
Tuesday, 22 July 2008, 2:49 pm #
Faces in a cornerWatching candy coated dreamsTelling the world it's not what it seemsYou and I are not really here at allWe're all in a dream of a man named bob
Monday, 21 July 2008, 3:50 pm #
Today I weaved a tethered line from foot to mind.With bait and hook, I wrenched it back.An awesome sight.Scaled appendage,in air to breath,writhing and shining in the sun.It fought for comfort of a biding sea,whose tide have made it home to meHow frightened and scared?The pain from hook insidePulling and raging, so odd.With resilient strifeI heaved some more. In time,The bound creature lay peaceful in my craftAnd thankful for the path
Sunday, 20 July 2008, 12:09 pm #
I guess I'm your cigarette.Smoke me in but don't forgetthat while you're smoking meI am smoking you.Just, you're not what I'm addicted toyou're not what I'm addicted to.
Saturday, 19 July 2008, 10:56 am #
I have a thought that's purpleWell, it's more purple with orange swirlsIt's kinda HappyIt's kinda AngryIt's like daisies in the springand Bears in the winter
Friday, 18 July 2008, 10:56 am #
Hmmmm, what to do with pownce. Seems that it has just become a clone of my twitter. Not fun. And then it came to me, "A Powncing Poet".
Friday, 18 July 2008, 10:51 am #
Last.fm's new facelift is looking nice. And after the day seems to be much more responsive.
Thursday, 17 July 2008, 7:31 pm #
I have loads of CBC Radio3 podcasts to listen to. Time to play catch-up.
Sunday, 13 July 2008, 3:22 pm #