03.03.12
Welding School on Anacis Island will be my destination from 03.03.12 full time for 6-9 months ~ff
Freyja Frigg |
of Tigmigfrig |
Welding School on Anacis Island will be my destination from 03.03.12 full time for 6-9 months ~ff
...working steadily at learning the shop environ where of utmost importance and priority is safety for a tradesman or tradeswoman who should rarely be injured because what comes first is a 'focused concentration' for the task at hand regardless weather the effort required is great or small 'we' have a moral responsibility to respect our fellow workers and to make sure the equipment we work with is safe I really didn't know how I would fare at the beginning yet now I feel I am gaining some comfort if you can imagine working in a place that is dimly lit and heated in winter....when the garage door goes up and daylight comes streaming into the shop it is a reward much like the hot zing of candied ginger on your tongue
If all things are equal than I am to you while wandering along a trail worn down by spectators you spoke of each species by name—that was the moment I knew I wanted to love you
Your candor is far too real for most—but me, I will gladly prepare a meal with your unspoken choice words served rare on the finest of china
I watch the 'pour' and listen to the sound of concrete, more than ever I want to write my initials into the ground where you stand since time is short there is no better chance than now to be a graffiti artist
I don't mind if you sleep on the sand dunes tonight although November is a bit harsh—you may choose for yourself a garage somewhere close by while you wait for the perfect moment to descend upon the hills, where you will roam the vast ledge of Garry Point Park
On the edge of this place people have sent themselves to places you cannot imagine since that is what has been required—a complete surrendering of one kind or another where stones have been thrown and fish have been murdered for the sake of a sweet inexpensive meal
It is here that I look out onto a kind of 'paved paradise' that has been sung about by Joni for the longest time, where it is true—people have wanted their own private paradise just for a time whether a few days or decades
Into the carousel we wander to see the order of what has been played—a near miss can be summed up as the remembrance of today, now and then altogether a family affair where I loved you and you me and we held hands and looked at all things fine
I watch the 'pour' and listen to the sound of concrete, more than ever I want to write my initials into the ground where you stand since time is short there is no better chance than now to be a graffiti artist
A curious thing happened to me today
I realized in a silly round about way
People you love will be who they are
They can't do or be anyone else, since all others are taken
They act out their soul's intention, with a heart that is shaken
Believe it or not I like to rhyme things together
It gives me a feeling of long ago when
I wasn't no more than a young girl about ten
The world was all good and with innocence I
Would spend many hours agaze at the sky
Beyond the now and over and through
Conflicts and arguments of no more than two
Would disappear into clouds all a shift
Within a world that beholds a fine gift
'Listen' it said
'Watch' if you can
'Count' the days, recall and then
Wake up to what you've been given and more
It's as easy as knock'in on a door
Fire is good
is light
is dangerous
Red, yellow, orange
Magenta, cyan, blue
All of these colours
are my particuliar hue
my essence