Saturday, February 8, 2014

A Happy Buzz

It is just one of those days when I want to whistle tunes and walk with my hands in my pockets and a spring to my step, head bobbing to a happy tune in a happy buzz. I want to jump in the air and click my toes and then jump in the air as high as I can, hands thrown up, feet bent back. I feel like I could touch the sky on a swing I swing so high that I will leap and land gracefully in the air, pirouette and descend to earth to a thunderous applause of the wind and the stars and everything beautiful!

Oh the ecstasy of the unknown, the excitement of an adventure! 
The trepidation of change, the visions of what it would be! 
What a happy buzz, what a trippy thought!
I am going to spread my wings and take flight!
I going to evolve, I am going to rise!
And I am not going down this time!

I can conquer the world if I want it enough. Oh what a happy buzz.


Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
- Blackbird, The Beatles

Rainbow

Violet colors my hair
Deep and black in the dark
Rich and free in the wind
'Cause sometimes I choose to
Be unpredictable,
To unbecome

Indigo eyes
With gleam clinging to the lashes
Blinking their length
Absorbing and becoming
The unending Abyss
Of the seen

Blue are my lips
Bright and mischievous,
Light and innocent,
And deep
When words
Are caught in my throat

Green is my chest
With the envy 
Of all things flimsy
Making my mind
Lust
Yearn
Work
Strive

Yellow burns my lungs
Turning to fire
Breathing words of pain
And glows warm
As they breathe 
Warmth of the Kind

Orange glows my heart
Bursting crimson
With passion
and throbbing brown
In anguish

Red,
Red is the color of my soul
Touching
The Violet, The Indigo
The Blue, The Green
The Yellow, The Orange

To shimmer
To enflame
To glitter
To enlighten
My faces
My forms
My frames
My self.