Like children playing by the ocean who build sand-towers with constancy and then destroy them with laughter.

But while you build your sand-towers the ocean brings more sand to the shore,

And when you destroy them, the ocean laughs with you.

Verily the ocean laughs always with the innocent.

Khalil Gibran - The Prophet on Crime and Punishment

Sometimes I forget to smell when I breathe. I try and make it a habit to smell thinks when I walk around especially as soon as I remember that I forget to.

Sometimes I forget to taste my food when I eat. I've been doing it more often now that I've been eating more fruit. I love fruit.

I rarely see people pray before they eat on the mess decks, but when I do, I admire them.

shiva

And for that wrong committed must you knock and wait a while unheeded at the gate of the blessed.

Like the ocean is your god-self;

It remains for ever undefiled.

And like the ether it lifts but the winged.

Even like the sun is your god-self;

It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent.

Khalil Gibran - The Prophet

 Distressed about being stranded on an island.
"This is where I will die, loving nothing but my ghost." Said the sailor.

It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you shall find abundance and be satisfied.

Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger. 

Khalil Gibran - The Prophet on Buying and Selling

I will, and will forever continue to be a mid-morning bird. Not too early to wake people up with my tones and fluxes, but mid to late morning calls. I'll always be a background noise behind the whirls and constant changing, sea fairing winds. Someday you'll stop and notice that damn bird one morning when you walk out of your car from a long night of work.

I had a dream that I got married to this amazing person I've been talking to lately. She was in a summer white dress, and much like the same situation with my brother. It was odd to be up there, but my heart raced.

Today I will go to the beach.

explosions

In the sky make me completely whole.

My brother's wedding was absolutely beautiful. And besides the existentialism that I felt of the entire scenario of love, I could see it in their tear jerked eyes. "I love you, and I cherish you." is what I saw. As far as inspiration happens, It blew me away. I will love like that some day!

starfucker

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.
If either your sails or our rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing;

Khalil Gibran - The Prophet on Reason and Passion

My Rutter has been stuck in a rut lately with various muck in my ocean, as well as certain barnacles that seem to cling tightly to my oar when I paddle.

I haven't felt butterflies in my stomach for a while for just a kiss. But when it happens, I know it's more than just lust of my extreme sexual habit kicking in. 

I've had my problems with my intense sexual tendencies which I thought were necessities, however I know better. Whether I act against my will or not, I seem to be suffocated by my want for sex. I will overcome, I will break every habit. Moderation, moderation, vanities  of vanities.

My sense of direction is set your way, I'll do almost anything for genuine love minus the lust. In fact, I'll wait.

I want the feeling of desire without the lust, I'm tired of fawning hopelessly with lust, I want to desire someone entirely on personality. 

COME HERE.

less time

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. 

Khalil Gibran - The Prophet on Joy and Sorrow

New Strokes album is beastly, go download it now.

So the past couple of days has really loosened me up alot. Which I suppose being away from work and a stressful environment will do.

But honestly what I want to do is lie around and watch some new movies with a certain someone. Wake up too early and get coffee and talk with rolled down windows on a perfectly warm spring morning.

I suppose it'll happen someday!

who needs

Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron.

It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh.

It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral. 

Khalil Gibran - The Prophet on Houses

Who needs it when t fades away?
When all you have at the end f the day is your friends and a strong sense of nausea and contempt.

My life goes like this: duty and death.
And the obstacle that has been blinding me is off the path now.

I've missed my friends here.

wilderness

This is where I want to live; without responsibility or stress.