It’s Been Thought
March 13, 2009
He said I couldn’t be as great as him…
She said I couldn’t be as smart as her…
They said I couldn’t change the world like them…
but I say I can be a greater, smarter, world changing ME than they combined could ever be…
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Unwritten scrolls of the future haunt me in my sleep
Abruptly I wake up dripping in thoughts
nervously shaking, mumbling expressions of subsequent time
I have to catch my breath and adapt back to the present
Cooling Down
I’m slowing catching my breath, but with every inhale of oxygen follows an exhale of memory
Those scrolls are slowing burning away and I’m knowingly feeding the flames…
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My memories fade and I’m left to wonder
What?
When?
Why?
My mind’s in line for the answer but I ticket says “1000″
“Number 5 next!”
It had to have been important, I remember tales of my future…or was it fables of my past?
written centuries ago by someone farther up the bloodline, passing down the forgotten to me for future reference
Or…A glimpse at my future ascendancy to failure
I’m not saying I’m doomed to fail but it’s definitely an option…
Trumpet-Re:View
March 10, 2009
Disclaimer:I came across this book unexpectedly about 6 months ago. I didn’t start reading it until about 2 months ago, and I’m what you’d call a book hopper. I’ve currently hopping between about 5 books right now, and I have yet to finish this book. So this is my review on what I’ve read so far, and just my overall opinion of the idea of the story.
Trumpet: A novel
|Summary|
This book has a plot unique to any other I’ve read before. It’s about A famous trumpet player named Joss Moody, and the story starts off with his death. Throughout the story you’re taken into the minds of those close to him in both life and death. What makes this such an interesting story is the secret that he kept from all but his wife, which is only revealed after his passing. Joss Moody was originally born Josephine Moore, A Woman.
|My Thoughts|
I love the idea of this book, as I earlier stated, I have never came across a book like this. It cultivates a vivid picture of his life through the memories of his friends and family. The author (Jackie Kay) does a great job at presenting the divers perspectives of some of the people affected by the unknown truth of his past. I feel for his widow, Millicent Moody, who was forced the burden of her husbands secret. She wasn’t given any time for mourning, and was suffering from the loss of her husband and the disloyalty of her son. Although, I can understand how her son, Coleman Moody, could feel betrayed or resent them for keeping such consequential information from him his entire life. The relationship between the two of them is one of the main things that captivated me the most about this story, Even during the flashbacks they seem to lack a mutual connection and I think the unveiling of Joss Moody brought that to light.
Concluding, So far I find the to be an excellent read and I recommend that everyone take it in for themselves. A great book for anyone interested in lgbtq (mostly focusing on the “T”) literature, but it should definitely not be limited to anyone. I applaud Jackie Kay for creating such an intriguing story, and I look forward to finishing this book and exploring her other work in the future. So for all you book readers check it out. These are just my opinions of the book (rather what I’ve read so far), and if you’ve read or are reading this book I’d love to know what you think about it.
so…yeah…
Peace
Dear Elusie (Your Neglector)
March 8, 2009
I”ve refuse to admit abandonment, but I will agree to neglect…
I have been focused on myself so much that I’ve neglected absorbing myself into your…
I know I promise that I’ll keep you in touch…but…
I have NOT abandoned you, I’ve just had a lot of issues going on in my life…
My lack of post/contact has nothing to do with you…
It’s not that I’ve bored of filling you UP (in)
I’ve just been…busy
I won’t promise you more of me, but I will make an effort to visit you more…
and talk (into) you more…
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…|Style of the FREE variety|…
Fictions. Facts. my lines blurred a long time ago
Fiction holds more TRUTH than fact, because there are no lies…fictions is what it is…unreal
as with fact…lies can creep into “creditable” details when edited by a homo (sinner) sapient
Made up stories never lie to me…
That’s why I tell you I’m fiction, everything about me is made from a creator who’s mind imagines wonders far beyond fables of magic beans and candy land
I’m unreal, and that’s what makes me so true
I’m creations as are you…
Mhmmmmm.
Side note…. it’s 9:11 a.m…March 08 2009… I haven’t slept since 4.00 a.m. March 07 2009…
Insomnia….(Narcolepsy kicks in…NOW) a bunch of random thoughts put together with out much thought of order…just raw goodness for all you lucky stumblers who happen across these unsettles words that once brewed in the belly of my brains :)
peace
-Thought temperature-
March 6, 2009
If you’re happy and you know it (don’t show it)
Cheerful and you wanna shout? (shut your mouth)
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My life is a parody of pain, cycles of bitter pissed off memories make up the plot
I beg for a reason to say “see it does suck” only to be struck down by the hand of my own luck
real pain sneaks in during the screening, and I’m surprised to see it staring me in the face
Hurt isn’t artificial, no matter how hard I squint my dry eyes
-patience is key-
Wait long enough and before you know it failures calling with regret on 3way, talking about a three way…
it’s too much for me to take in, I just wanted a quickie maybe one at a time but I know they like to stick around for more than just one
The movie’s over, and I wish I could have change the ending
and make it never ending
because I don’t want to go home…
The Over Heard Silence
March 4, 2009
Pictures of unheard prayers carry the weight of my silence
I’m thinking it’s over because I’m no longer heard, not even by my own ears
Bumping into an empty glass-shattered pieces disappear from the table and reappear on the floor
I’ve cried for the death of those motionless shards
separated from each other, laying in silence
we’ve lost relation, and gained seclusion
I over heard you thinking, and I’m sorry I forgot you…in advance
It’s time for an ending because things have changed since the beginning
You don’t hear my voice but my silence is loud and clear…

