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Yesíca Cafe

*Beauty does bereave me...

About Me

I was a hand-holder from the very beginning....
You don't even know what you want. Yeah I do. I know what I want. No, you don't. I can tell by looking at you that you don't know what you want. Yeah, I do. I know I want pizza. Pepperoni with double cheese, mozzarella and cheddar. And a large Dr. Pepper not a lot of ice. And I want to wake up in the morning and not be afraid. I want the Lost Boys in Neverland to all find homes. I want to wear the clothes of shadows because they're always in fashion. I want to push the grass back in my yard and find a world of teeny, weenie tiny people who still know how to tell stories. I want to know more than one or two people in the whole world that really know how to listen. I want every disease to be cured by the laughter of children, and I want to be a child again. I want a full blooded Native American woman to be President of the United States. I want all the spoiled kids in the world who take their parents for granted to take the place of the Lost Boys in Neverland. I want all the advertisers to leave us alone. I want to boycott noise. I want narrow, small minded people to be made to listen to the stories of the teeny, weenie tiny people so they'd realize who's bigger. I want all us dysfunctional people with issues to be issued functionality. I want the evil monkeys in the Wizard of Oz to get out of my brain. I want the alien in Alien to get out of my chest. I want televisions to be replaced by all the old people who went through the Great Depression. I want all computers to be replaced with crayons and endless butcher paper. I want rainbows to quit frowning. I want everything square to be round. I want reality TV to be reality. I want all the bigots and racists to be put in a little room with those who commit hate crimes against bigots and racists. I want fat cat corporations to pay moms who want to stay home to raise their kids five hundred dollars a week of fun money. I want my sermon in a pulpit to be this, The truth of the matter, is the truth that matters, and everything else is bull. So get off your butts and help a struggling mom get on her feet. I want there to be a federal law that all places of employment and schools must have nappy time! (and provide the blue and red mats) And I want my pizza now because I'm almost done and when I'm finished I'll be really hungry. And I know what I don't want, too, I don't want the feet of Hobbits, but I'd like their courage. I don't want to be God, because I couldn't handle the complaining. (poet puts fingers in ears and goes) La la la la la la la laaaaa laaa la la. I want a class in school called, "My divorced mother is dating a freak what do I do?" I want to be singing my favorite song in the car and not sound like crap when I turn the radio off. I want a law that you don't go to college until you're 25, have seen America and have lived in another nation, preferably third world. I want a vintage Oldsmobile with fins that runs on pee, So I can drive across America drink all the pop I want and never have to stop!Yeah, I know what I want. I know exactly what I want. I want to be right here right now with you telling you what I want.Now, what do you want? -Clayton Scott

My Interests

To know Him and not the misconceptions or religions of this world. To find absolute joy in every creation. To cry with every passion I possess and never flinch as the tears streak my face. To dance in the rain and watch as the leaves fall all around. To spend life loving with every bone in my body to the best of my human ability. To find peace and blessings and miracles in every moment. To fail and fall in my weakness because there is someone so much greater than I could ever attempt to become.
I can move mountians.

I'd like to meet:

the authentic.

Music:

Why burn poor and lonely under a bowl. Under a lampshade or on the shelf Beside the bed where at night You lay turning like a door on its hinges? (First on your left side, then on your right side, then your left side again) Why burn poor and lonely? Tell all the stones, we're gonna make a building. We'll cut into shape & set into place or you'd rather be a window, I'll gladly be the frame reflecting any kind of words. We'll let in all the blame (And ruin our reputation all the same) Never mind our plan making, We'll start living......anyway, Aren't you unbearably sad? Then why burn so poor and lonely?

We'll be like torches - We'll be torches together! With whatever our tattered Dignity demands Torches together, hand in hand

Why pluck one string - What good is just one note? Oh, one string sounds fine I guess....We were once 'Our Notes', We were lonely wheat quietly ground into grain (What light and momentary pain!) So why this safe distance, this curious look? Why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book? Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar? Strum the guitar! With no beginning, with no end Take down a guitar and strum the guitar if you're afraid, And I'm afraid and everyone's afraid And everyone knows it but we don't have to be afraid anymore You played the flute but no one was dancing You sang a sad song and none of us cried

mewithoutyou- torches together

Books:

Song of Solomon. As I Lay Dying. Oedipus the King. James. The Air I Breathe. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Harry Potter.

C.S. Lewis.
Louie Giglio.
Justin Brewer.
David Brown.
Chuck Palahniuk.
Edgar Allen Poe.
Dr. Seuss.
Lewis Carroll.

Heroes:

Ian Brown.And the most courageus and admirable, brave and encouraging woman ever, Krystal Kinsell.

My Blog

sometimes...

.... I wish I had amnesia.
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 03:40:00 PST

my heart

I haven't been able to sleep for a week now.tossing.turning.thinking. I can't seem to figure out ... most things. what is relative.what is essential.what is absolute.what is sacred.what is salvation. ...
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 11:14:00 PST

Starfish

                                    &n...
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Sat, 01 Jul 2006 06:35:00 PST

Inarticulate

When I experience life... I become quiet. Thoughts run at me with increasing velocity every moment. I become transfixed. Overwhelmed. Forgetful. Inarticulate. I have been given the most beautiful...
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 10:49:00 PST

Pakistan

Beloveds... It is such a blessing to be able to communicate.... to be literate. If anything, this last week and a half in Pakistan has taught me that. Only 3% of women in the Northern Fronti...
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Thu, 25 May 2006 06:03:00 PST

so much it made you cry

This blog is in response to the ever-so-often asked survery question: "Ever loved someone so much it made you cry?" I was reflecting on my own life when I read this and I realized... I cry a lot. And ...
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:50:00 PST

so... five years ago

I wrote this poem.I laughed when I read it today. Just thought I would share it with... anyone... who bothers to read this. And Merry Christmas!I am not a martyr or a saint,I am but a picture in the p...
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Fri, 23 Dec 2005 01:58:00 PST

This one time...

Andy and I were roomates. And we laid on a mountain to bond.
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Fri, 14 Oct 2005 09:50:00 PST

Ode to Grant

Picnics are fantastic. Especially with cool people like Grant. (I think this is one of my favorite pictures of life... for serious.)Thank you for poems, dances, walks and talks. I salute you, brother....
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Thu, 06 Oct 2005 10:05:00 PST

yo le alabo del corazon

I love people who take ideas and run with them. and goodwill-gold-spray-painted-shoes. "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver." Proverbs 25:11I decided that I tend to wal...
Posted by Yesíca Cafe on Tue, 04 Oct 2005 06:44:00 PST