♥

He is the hope of a child
wrapped in the body of a man.
He is one hundred years of wisdom
over an eighteen year span.
He is the pleasure of my past
and the excitement of my future.
He is a dream without slumber.
He is a heart-mending suture.
He is a constellation,
painted across the blackest night sky.
He is a song without words.
He is a natural high.
He is enlightenment--extreme awareness
He is selfless temperance.
He is humility and fairness.
He is the very deepest oceans
and tallest of trees.
He is the shore upon the sand.
He is a summer breeze.
He is an epic love story
masked behind tragedies of war.
He is pure.
He is love.
He is everything and more.

Music is the universal key

It is undeniable that music is the universal key to what brings us all together.

Without it, I know that I would be lost.

There is something incredible about listening to a song, and having it take you to a place in time.
Where you have never felt more sad,
more happy,
more alive.

Confucious once said that “Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without”

It is the tie that binds.

nothing breaks my heart more than wasted talent

Graffiti artist Banksy said;

"Nothing in the world is more common than unsuccessful people with talent, leave the house before you find something worth staying in for. "

I have met people from all walks of life, some with potential, and some without. There is nothing that breaks my heart more, than to see someone with so much inside of them let it slip away. I will be the first to admit, that some dreams seem unattainable. However I will also say that if you have a gift please for the love of everything good in this world, USE IT. Take a picture, write a story, paint, draw, play music.

CREATE SOMETHING.

Anything...

It will only do good things for you.
Don't use where you come from as a cop-out.
Live your dream, and forget about what you've been told.

Find your voice, and use it.

When Billie Holiday was asked where she got her sound, she replied with "I've always wanted to sing the way an instrument plays music."

Lady Holiday had it right when she described voice as an instrument, it is one we all have.
If you want to be heard, use your instrument.

Find your voice, and use it.




"smoke filled room"

Lady sings the blues
as he takes off his shoes.
As he takes of her dress
she's got nothing to lose.

Lady sings her song
he's not singing along.
But he makes her feel good
What on earth could go wrong?

Lady hums her tune
by the light of the moon.
he's taken her soul
and left the saloon.

Lady is alone
in a room of her own.
Lighting her last cigarette
and chilled to the bone.

There is a fondness in the way it snows.

Oscar Wilde wrote;

“Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.”

There is a fondness in the way it snows. The way each flake is it's own prototype, yet when pressed together it is all the same. One white blanket coating whatever is in its path.

Much like people

A crowd is not noticed for each individual person, but as a collective whole of nothing but blurred faces.

Creativity is a bird.

Ashley Sutera once wrote;
"The beauty of writing, is that you can do it ANYWHERE."

and since I AM Ashley Sutera I will also say this...
I am never without my journal, however my computer stays in my room.
Therefore, forget the dates of these posts.

They are irrelevant, much like many other things.

"Creativity is a bird"

Creativity is a bird.
Though it is limited in its height
it is limitless in its boundries.

If you don't like where you are, than get to where you want to be.

Goethe once said;

“Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward.
They may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.”

Today is January 1, 2010. The beginning of a new year. New beginnings mean fresh starts. A chance to wipe the slate clean and start over. I am a firm believer in starting new whenever necessary. There are no rules to living a better life. Begin whenever you wish.


It is never too late to start over.
If something doesn't seem right, fix it.
If you don't like where you are, than get to where you want to be.



"My letter"

Dearest New Year,
Let each day bloom, into a garden
of 365 flowers of decadence, pleasure, and success.
Free of weeds
and pests
that will only exist to tarnish it's beauty.
Let these days be effortless.
Let wishes be granted and
hearts be mended.
Let love grow and allow evil to be set aside.
Please grant me this.
This is my only wish.