More from the stream... |
Splashes of blue baby ooh hoo hue. Whatever did the robin say while you slept upon your bed, dreaming art up in your headFilling you over the rim of your mind, pouring painted thought into dream timeO... Posted by Janna Marit on Thu, 25 May 2006 12:10:00 PST |
Really, I was only on coffee.. |
Some stream of consciousness stuff... I bask in the warm soft salty air of a flipping freely so sturdy steely life gaze gone to haze - yes yes the penguins leapt with a half cocked smile and a shake o... Posted by Janna Marit on Tue, 23 May 2006 02:40:00 PST |
woke up in the haze... |
woke up in the haze of an after party craze after music faded I slipped onto a raft and my mind just dissipatedI drift now in the waking dream searching for an anchor the people I know are nowhere to... Posted by Janna Marit on Tue, 23 May 2006 10:06:00 PST |
Time rushed through the house..... |
Time rushed through the house, turning over chairs and blowing out lights. It paused for a moment in the kitchen, wiping the grime from its hands onto an old apron before throwing it in the trash. We ... Posted by Janna Marit on Tue, 23 May 2006 09:54:00 PST |
It's all about the flow, oh, oh... |
Its all about the flow, oh, oh,were the ones who need it you knowto keep our minds freewater is dedicated merely by gravityall manner of forces work their evil ways in closing our minds resourcesLaws ... Posted by Janna Marit on Tue, 23 May 2006 02:51:00 PST |
My glass is foggy... |
My glass is foggy -- I know the bliss yet it eludes me. I cannot see what is in the way. So I try to kick start the flow - to detach from the worldly ties, at least in the way that they bind to ones ... Posted by Janna Marit on Tue, 23 May 2006 03:45:00 PST |
curving blue |
seeking glory with ears of light,eyes wide open for the flightI swoop into a tiny flower dancing with the bees, red and yellow abound--weakening my kneesheart alights like butterfly on petal dewI find... Posted by Janna Marit on Tue, 23 May 2006 03:20:00 PST |
The birth of Time... |
In the beginning, before anyone knew what a beginning was-- there was now. In fact it's all there ever was. Now. So we could say, In the now there was now-- and it persisted. Sweet undulating moments... Posted by Janna Marit on Tue, 23 May 2006 02:25:00 PST |