tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189624672024-03-21T09:58:30.691-05:00paper airplanes{ thoughts. vents. love letters. self analysis. overindulgences. music. mostly. }juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-85823016201415047422012-01-22T19:15:00.001-06:002012-02-09T12:28:06.624-06:00i write because...i can't sit still. and if minds aren't emptied i fear they will pull us back down into earth and away from Heavenly Realms. to be alone is to be alone in a feeling. not solitude from the physical company that we are met with day to day. but of another kind. we are like islands. far and away. surrounded by great seas whose tides swell. whose seasons shift in the quiet moments. the minutes. i may juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-18680975356466032011-12-20T00:31:00.000-06:002011-12-25T00:29:52.630-06:00less sleepon a fine day, i imagine we sit for hours and converse. there is so much to be said. sometimes we don't get there or so far but we will someday. in dream you walked down the dunes in the light of the moon and led those to the water's edge. and when i wish to dream, we go beyond and swim each in the other's being. to learn what lies within when we sit in silence inside ourselves is my wish for us.juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-84267582259143067422011-12-12T19:44:00.000-06:002011-12-25T00:30:17.052-06:00dear beautiful one,this heart sees you.
this soul recognizes you.
you are a dream to me.
you are pureness.
you are intention and sincerity.
i thank you for the gifting.juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-79235313533382247692011-10-22T23:44:00.002-05:002011-10-22T23:45:09.351-05:00forget me noti've been awaiting for youand you've been awaiting for metell me that you'll always be trueand you'll be the only one for meforget me not my dear, my darlingforget me not my lovei just wanna hold your handhang on every word you saylet's write a song for usand sing until we're old and greyforget me not my dear, my darlingforget me not my lovei'm coming home real soonplease leave a light on for juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-91305793419219037682011-08-13T01:29:00.002-05:002011-08-13T01:34:44.281-05:00changing tidesebbs and flow. here. there. changing tides are these. if you asked me, i'd try to pinpoint it. there. not sure if it's near or far from what i know, but i feel it different. when i close my eyes at night and offer a prayer on the subject of, i ask Him to open doors. make it as pure crystal. Divine Confirmation. flashing signs. loud speakers. yet, answers from Him all too often come in whispers. juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-75345968765469412392011-07-19T01:52:00.005-05:002011-12-12T19:39:14.563-06:00lullaby (a song for the unborn)baby, when you're older
you'll see all the world
many people out there wait for you
and baby, when you're bigger
this world will seem smaller
every dream that you have
will be in your grasp
don't forget you're beautiful
don't forget you're beautiful
you're special, you're wise
and your spirit is so kind
baby, it's not easy
somedays it gets messy
there will be times when you cry
butjuliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-70930957427942680432011-06-26T01:15:00.008-05:002011-07-02T18:07:49.295-05:00unknowni know i haven't grasped a full understanding of this. days pass through me, and whilst i fight tooth and nail, you always visit my mind. outside people move about their daily lives, rushing to and fro. point A to B. i join them in brief intervals. i get lost in the day to days. peace of mind for a change. rest from you. but then, it happens again and you come back to me. i mostly don't like thatjuliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-79004836586190943882011-06-12T11:40:00.006-05:002011-07-08T01:28:08.911-05:00open doors. open windows.many times in my life i've experienced things i didn't understand. many times. often, i look back. reflect. try to make sense of it. try to improve upon it. i try to find meaning where there are voids. try to break patterns that fail. see, i am a sidewalk of cracks. scars. bruises. the result of many years of carrying heaviness. but i ever journey onward. reminding myself to stay open. stay open.juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-44878406209537239992011-05-02T21:58:00.003-05:002011-10-10T10:01:35.852-05:00in the forest, it is silent......and i am faced with such beauty before me. a kind of beauty that makes my eyes hurt. my heart ache. robs me of sleep and rest. prayer alone brings my thoughts back to Heavenly Realms and focuses my mind on the tasks at hand. and still, my mind never tires of the occupation of you. in all your glory and greatness. with all your flaws and perfections. here, i will show you. i will guide you to juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-50933993856495245222011-01-23T23:54:00.003-06:002011-08-13T01:33:28.818-05:00answerslast night or perhaps it was this morning or somewhere between the meeting of the two, i reached out and awaited an answer to my burning question. it has been a while since i reached out in this way. and maybe even a while since i have had a burning question. but i feel closer. one of my friends said to me recently, reminded me actually, that search is an inherent property of the soul. just like juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-82470982649891926692010-12-09T01:19:00.002-06:002010-12-09T01:28:52.127-06:00weird fishes/arpeggiin the deepest oceanthe bottom of the seayour eyesthey turn mewhy should i stay here?why should i stay?i'd be crazy not to followfollow where you leadyour eyesthey turn meturn me on to phantomsi follow to the edge of the earthand fall offyeah, everybody leavesif they get the chanceand this is my chancei get eaten by the wormsand weird fishespicked over by the wormsand weird fishesweird juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-37105082520399220112010-12-04T18:47:00.011-06:002011-07-08T01:31:14.009-05:00ruminationfree my mind. detach. i am frustrated with the limitations of my words. i cannot adequately describe my association to you. all i can hope is that this feeling reach you one day. surround you. my wish for you is to not be frustrated with me. to be happy as you are. to be patient as you are. to be loving as you are. in time i will have no excuse left to hide. in time i will overcome my fear. in juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-22309180164344373432010-11-29T01:09:00.020-06:002011-08-13T01:21:34.582-05:00mr.on a fine day, we would say a prayer together. i'd shower you with love. kiss your face. you'd make me laugh with your funny stories and i'd be impressed by your wit and charm. learn everything you'd have to teach me. we'd entertain each other. i'd play those i've written for you. and yet, you are deserving of this and so much more. you are beautiful. i can stare at you all day and never tire of juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-47670056767200875742010-10-08T13:17:00.006-05:002010-11-09T17:25:48.519-06:00(part four)dear friend,at the hour of association you are a teacher of truth, and in my heart i've learned your lessons.and dear, you're right. there is time and we are patient.you are an orb of brightness when my mind is dark.and dear, i honor your soul.traveling through the Valleys, once frightened cold,you remind me of the Goal.hours filled with sound, yet you embolden stillness,and dear, i feel blessed juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-16207870936516558672010-10-04T17:00:00.001-05:002011-07-10T02:43:56.163-05:00reflectingi'm coming and going. one step, two steps. all i know is nothing of it all. except perhaps my heart a little. i can't tell you what the mind conceives. how it can entangle you. how your thoughts can manifest themselves in ways unimaginable. but i feel. that much i am certain of. what work it is to understand our missteps, our patters, and even more work to change them. but i'm not shy to the taskjuliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-18840612055293548372010-09-07T22:36:00.000-05:002011-10-10T10:04:06.814-05:00hello therepiecing together all the many thoughts coexisting at one time in my head can be daunting. i catch myself telling the long-winded version of stories and always snap back to conversations wondering, are details really that important? you see, i am an artist. a free thinker. analytical yes. structured? relatively. i am constant in my search for balance, and understand more about how my mind operatesjuliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-74918933221788335362010-07-27T09:42:00.002-05:002011-06-10T03:06:01.712-05:00why?i told myself not to, and so i won't. you can't complete me and i wouldn't want you to try anyway. partnership, that's all. letting go, that's all. swept by the wind. and i still know myself better than that. i know nothing of it all except...me. solitary in feeling and thought, yet i cannot stand with speechless tongue and wordless aim and actionless meaning and let you run away with it all. i juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-77673428725219639172010-06-09T23:02:00.012-05:002010-06-10T00:11:17.927-05:00and then there was...half way between the procrastination and anxiety, a pretty little thing fell by the waste side. i'm still dreaming and floating but can't see the ground below. i think somewhere there is someone feeling something similar to this. and though i know there is no absoluteness of solitude in God's vastness, i find it all too easy to fall off. when the lights go down, it is i who sits inside myself juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-54725675571295792102010-04-28T01:02:00.006-05:002010-04-28T01:20:49.442-05:00verbal/instrumentalit could not be better. epic moments. quiet moments. uncertainty mixed with confirmation mixed with imagination mixed with exaggeration. i should be shaking in bones and tied in knots and perhaps encased in blocks but no. i answer no. i always get back to here one day. when heart subsides and the residue of responsibility wears off and sleeping has been had. it will take two weeks sometimes. two juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-90088251302550776382010-03-16T01:01:00.001-05:002010-03-16T01:14:00.406-05:00lunch breaki went there the other day. because it's the Fast, during lunch i try not to torture myself by being surrounded with co-workers and their food. it's all empty. i made myself stay a little while and reflected on the journey. the strangest part was i could not remember. it's that distant of an existence. as if another life. someone else's but not mine. i had not one feeling about it. not one. juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-67031234121509400212010-02-15T00:40:00.008-06:002010-02-15T23:49:38.722-06:00when in doubt...when at a loss for more interesting things to write about, i always revert back to updates. job, music, corazones. here they go: i started back at the advertising job i used to have before i moved to FL. yep, i'm designing once more, and calling more of the shots this time around. and they contacted me, imagine that. nice for a change. my friend says, “you must be a real star.” i'm not sure if juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-44811406317281327502010-02-05T02:11:00.003-06:002010-02-05T02:15:38.659-06:0031 january 1818when i have fears that i may cease to be before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, before high-piled books, in charactery, hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; when i behold, upon the night's starr'd face, huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, and think that i may never live to trace their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; and when i feel, fair creature of an hour, that i shalljuliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-51148499986730803892010-01-31T14:13:00.004-06:002010-02-01T20:28:24.706-06:00(part three)dear friend,in the midst of confusion you are the rock of clarity,and in my chaos you've made peace.and dear, you're right. we tread the best path.you are a sea of wisdom when my heart is weak.and dear, i celebrate your strength.moving through the oceans, once timid body,you remind me of who we are.and dear, your beauty is solid truth.nights are long, and yet you embody warmth,and dear, my soul juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-64625233129946071692010-01-17T03:15:00.007-06:002010-01-18T00:34:26.911-06:00...chases after megot a love in my heart it's burninggone for a while returningthe sun is coming up with bluer skiesgot a weight off my chest the gift is peace of mind and i'm liftedtime for getting out, it's been too longi thought i found it in my shelteri thought i found it in my dreamsin the midst of all the doubtingyour love chases after meit's the time of my life so i'm livingstand up and shout this juliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18962467.post-60113903655307972712010-01-15T01:50:00.005-06:002010-01-18T00:30:51.845-06:00(love is) the answer"The essence of Bahá’u’lláh’s Teaching is all-embracing love, for love includeth every excellence of humankind. It causeth every soul to go forward. It bestoweth on each one, for a heritage, immortal life. Erelong shalt thou bear witness that His celestial Teachings, the very glory of reality itself, shall light up the skies of the world."~‘Abdu’l-Bahájuliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11805860175430711561noreply@blogger.com0