Sorting Halos and Moonbeams According To Brightness....Writing, Photography, Drawing, Music, Dancing, Walking, Observing, General People-Watching, Blending in and not having a destination, but still Observing, Playing the hero minus the lycra and spandex in the on-going pursuit of justice just-because, Hearing "What Not Said" in people, Sharing it with them so they can create their stories in the universe by lighting in them beautiful divine sparks, Trying to figure out the meaning of it all..Trying to speak enough, but not too much that I might want to remove my tongue.
Figuring out ways to make things easier, better, faster, smaller, more complete - Inventing. Fighting my genetic make-up and half of it's dysfunctions while clinging to it's strengths, pushing through to the Light.
Cheesecake tasting under neon lights, swinging on swings until I reach angels' height, Doors of Halifax, Wheel and a Boy of Light.
I'd like to meet:
People with good hearts, who'd rather not talk about others, unless they are saying good things.
People who are exactly the opposite, so I might show them the difference....
My Light:
I catch small glimpses of life around me
In Its' beautiful distraction
Once it was all I knew.
I woke to it,
Walked through it,
It stayed by my side-
faithfully.
and with every breath;
Breathed new life into me.
Now where have you gone?
I want my eyes back!
Been snatched from me,
By some dark raven!
They used to shine!
I know they did!
But now lay like lifeless marbles
Sitting in my head.
Darkened and disturbed;
Dull and dissatisfied.
They would have done better without opening so widely!
I'll remind you!
They were not looking;
They were being persued.
In their defeat-
All emptied.
With empty words spoken.
I cup my ears;
But cannot forget them.
Your substitue piano-
Became my orchestrated pain!
And ripped those images from my brain.
Which not long before;
You'd thought me worthy for.
But it is the tale of Christmas Eve;
The beauty lies in the waiting-
And after the opening,
Is as if 'want' did not exist;
And become balled up,
Torn wrapping paper.
Sitting, waiting,
To be thrown away,
by the now disinterested receiver.
I wait not to be thrown away;
Or kicked under the tree
Until it is taken down!
How painful to watch its' needles fall.
Knowing full well it is already dead.
I don't own such a mask
Nor do I masquerade.
I was only what I am;
-The same.
You wooed and changed.
The frills fell;
My light flickered ;
And your interest feigned;
I wish I could say that you do not know me-
For in knowing me you found it not enough.
And is there any greater pain then that?
Perhaps,
My dark eyes-
Sore, and blind.
I want my light back.
My Art:
Life Feeds Life:
Newmies Fish Dream:
What's On Newmies' Mind:
What does one who looks for nothing find?
Is it in not looking they have peace of mind?
Is it in not failing they think they win?
Or is it in fear that they cease to begin?
Newmie Myers-Briggsically:
Introverted (I) 64.29% Extroverted (E) 35.71%
Intuitive (N) 58.33% Sensing (S) 41.67%
Thinking (T) 66.67% Feeling (F) 33.33%
Perceiving (P) 51.72% Judging (J) 48.28%
Your type is: INTP
INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language.
Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies.
The world exists primarily to be understood.
3.3% of total population.
INTP
loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, wrestles with the meaninglessness of existence, likes esoteric things, disorganized, messy, likes science fiction, can be lonely, observer, private, can't describe feelings easily, detached, likes solitude, not revealing, unemotional, rule breaker, avoidant, familiar with the darkside, skeptical, acts without consulting others, does not think they are weird but others do, socially uncomfortable, abrupt, fantasy prone, appreciates strangeness, frequently loses things, acts without planning, guarded, not prone to compromise, hard to persuade, relies on mind more than on others, calm
About the Background Picture:
The background picture I have chosen to use for my myspace is a picture that has been drawn by my friend Leslies' son Julian, the little artist, who is in elementary. He calls it "Long People".
Newmies' Thoughts:
Tell me your story
I see you as a child inside.
On the tips of my toes I strain;
Sometimes falling, even crashing to the ground.
Reaching for the design that does not yet exist.
I get back up, shake the dust off and smile.
You see something you missed there all along.
Don't shake or shiver -
Come closer and tell me your story,
It will be alright.
Newmie's Quotes:
"Google is the umbilical cord of the internet."
"Don't just be pleased, be satisfied."
"How I long for the days where I did not need a sweater,
a day sunny, yet o'ercast.
Where green hills I did climb and three trees underpassed."
"Do not tell me to carve myself a similar place in this world to yours,
I believe many changes must be made."
"To be wise involves being like a child more then anything else,
a childs' mind is always open."
"The world is mine to share."
"I'm starving for a meal of conversation."
"I stood looking up at your window in the sky,
I ran up to your tower to turn your tide;
And I'll keep begging you to meet me somewhere outside..."
"Embrace mistakes to grow wise, deny them and become a fool."
"The world fits together too well to be a wonderfully unplanned accident."
"Ahh, the piss-permeated concrete streets of Halifax."
"It's all in the adverbs....but adjectives assist."
"The difference between success and failure, is ambition and or will."
"Take what you want by letting it come to you."
"What ph levels don't kill me, only make me superhumanly stronger!"
"As romantic as stalking may seem..."
"Banned Camp? Is that like Band Camp?"
"The world is mine to share."
"Umm you mean you dip your vegetables in other vegetables?
Isn't that sort of like cannabilism?"
"We are the creators of our own stories.
We choose to make them beautiful or painful-
It is all within our means."
"People can only accept what they are capable of imagining."
"The problem with politicians is; that they are not humanitarians."
"If you try to 'Be' the 'Best';
you will chase a goal that is neverending.
If you try to "Do" your "Best";
there will always be people who thought you were."
"We can figure out the when and the where between the now and the there."
"What does one who looks for nothing find?
Is it in not looking they have peace of mind?
Is it in not failing they think they win?
Or is it in fear that they cease to begin?"
Newmies' Dictionary:
Mastress - master (fem. singlr.)
Gigantis - gigantic + the city of Atlantis
Penicular - penis-shaped in structure
Walled - equivalent to floored
Maskacism - the art of wearing a mask which I've never understood.
Disco-oriented - Disoriented disco style
Odylliscent - hypnotic attraction
Angrus - having an air of anger about onesself
Current Terror Alert:
Music:
Snow.Patrol. Over.The.Rhine. Joanna.Newsom. Sigur.Ros. Boards.of.Canada. Feist. Cat.Empire. Nick.Drake. The.Cure. Bic.Runga. Anika.Moa. TimFinn. Mum. Solvent. The.Postal.Service. Aphex.Twin.Ambient.Works. New.Order. Depeche.Mode. Bjork. Sarah.MacLachlan. Seu.Jorge. The.Shins. Elliot.Smith. The.Police. Tom.Petty. Carla.Bruni Peter.Gabriel. Frou.Frou. Blue.Foundation. Pet.Shop.Boys. Stabilo. Five.for.Fighting. and.more.
Movies:
The Last Unicorn,
The (not Disney) Little Mermaid,
Wings of Desire.
Faraway, So Close!
Labyrinth
The Fountain
Television:
I won't turn one on for any old reason.
But if I was asked what could hold my attention:
The cast of SCTV.
Seinfled and its' well-hidden lessons.
History, Health and Discovery programs.
Books:
Having the Alchemist read to me skin to skin is perhaps so far the most intoxicating feeling I've had yet. Demian by Herman Hesse, Do you have the Mark of Cain?
The Unbearable Lightness of Being and Life Is Elsewhere written by Milan Kundera.
A Stranger Came Ashore, it's from elementary but I love it. Haa.The Portrait of Dorian Grey most enjoyed on audiocassette while driving through Kingsburgh with recipe card directions from a gas station in the middle of nowhere under a rainbow and through a ditch.
Siddhartha because it tells you to learn the meaning of life one must not be afraid to live it. Open up and listen.
Heroes:
The one who picks up for the little guy and my Friends:
Newmies Videos"Wheel, a Ford Model-T, was given to me hidden in a pizza box dressed with silver tape racing stripes. My instructions were to open this box on my crowded bus on the way to work. Upon opening to find a red and grey striped racing shirt with instructions to play like child with my wheel and let go of all things adult, at the same time allowing everyone else on the bus to pause and do the same."
For Sandra:
"A compilation of our friendship, how over such a short period of time did we do all this and more?! I made this for Sandras' 27th birthday."
