Day 59

10/13/2006

Because I'm going to make you see,
There's nobody else here, no one like me.
I'm special, so special.
I've got to have some of your attention --
Give it to me.

-- Chrissie Hynde, Brass in Pocket

My red is so confident that he flashes
Trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria.
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round.
My yellow (in this case) is not so mellow.
In fact, I'm trying to say it's frightened like me.

-- Jimi Hendrix, Bold as Love

Color in sky Prussian blue
Scarlet fleece changes hue
Crimson ball sinks from view
...
Color sky Havana lake
Color sky rose carmethene
Alizarian crimson

-- Donovan Leitch, Wear Your Love Like Heaven

So you want to write a blog...

Take a breath.

Look at that blank area of screen. Do words gush forth unfettered, or bog-mired in the muck of emotions arguing cacophonously prose and fonts, fickle filters sifting this word or that phrase which possibly be viewed badly by ghost persons fuzzy or clear?

You want to say what's on your mind.
(Or, perhaps, you wait for another time.)
But if you trust in pure-meant heart
To other souls your thoughts impart
Then place the words to build a path.

But wait, your work is yet undone.
Cloak the truth with mishy-mash,
The Undeserved will drift on past.

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