Monday, October 22, 2012

Adore (revision)

A Man a women,
What's right-
and what's left
Hot and cold,
My hands on porcelain skin

Beautiful yet tragic
How opposing forces
Intertwine flawlessly
-hand clasping hand
Will always connect
Like cause and effect

Silence; speaks
a thousand sentences
My soul tells
Me still,
Hearts hanker
Heaving sin and sorrow
What beauty yearning brings?
-crisp clear waters of tomorrow

Burning and churning
Rivers flowing, in the soul
Burning and churning
To get back into the fold

Hear the flames
Scorching and screaming
Wishing air would fuel the fire
Home is where the heart is
Our hearts, hold all desire

Like fire and water
Earth and air
A true lover hates to love
Love is;
Simple paradox
To lead us there

Empty gives way to whole
Hate can show us love
Sometimes we must,
Start a path to destruction
To learn to reconstruct





Monday, October 15, 2012

Adore

A Man and women,
What's right-
and what's left
Hot and cold,
Resting
My hands on porcelain skin

Beautiful yet tragic
How we talk without a voice.
Silence; speaks
a thousand sentences

My soul tells me still,
Not the time for building up fences
Not the time for wallowing, or defeat

There's a heart that needs saving
A fire that needs to feed

Gasping, gulping for air
Stealing my senses
These lungs can't hold in
My emotions, my pretenses

Heat a fire
Blazing, beaming
A ray of light
Something inside me sparking
Two will ignite

Love a torch
Forever burning in my soul
Catch glimpse into a lovers eyes
Brilliant mystics will unfold

Like a fire burning
Flames of curious things





Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Journal 2


Jordanna Rosen
Week 4 Journal 2
Robert Frost “The Road Not Taken”
            The first verse details two roads diverging and a traveler is standing at the end, and he must decide which road to take. Already the reader can note the allegory of the road. A road diverged represents the different paths we have the opportunity to take, to wherever we decide to go in life. At the age of understanding we are able to begin choose our life’s path, weather we choose to stay on that road or not. The roads thus symbolize life itself and the choices we make. Being alone, the traveler must make the decision on his own, of which road to walk down. It demonstrates how the decisions one makes for their own life should be down in solitude, so that our choices are pure of heart, the choice to be what we want to be.
            The first road he looks down until he cannot see the road any longer in the undergrowth and almost dreary image. The narrator takes the other road instead, the better claim (Frost, Verse 2), because it was alive and grassy. The likely hood of choosing either road was fair and even, with no bias. Then, soon realizing that life will keep moving, and beginning to doubt the idea of ever turning back. The further forward the traveler moves on with life the less likely he is to look back, and move in a different direction. Showing the clear connection to the path taken, the righteous path. Looking back in the future the narrator will able to realize the importance of that right choice. By choosing the road the road that was less traveled by the narrator can see how that has made him out to be who he was meant to be. The repetition of the first line in the last verse shows again the importance of the image of the paths. By choosing his own path the narrator is sure of his journey weather there is a final destination or not. “And that has made all the difference,”(Frost, Verse 4).

Monday, October 1, 2012

Intro


 The story told
Again; I wait for the words
To fit between the lines,
What if I’ve found a sign?

The cycle goes,
We go,
We float-
We flow-
I’m just recognizing the repetition of it,
Recognize the repetition.

It’s important to know,
Where the river flows
It’s important to know,
The point where we explode
And to not test the water,
Not test the water-
Not to test the water if it’s cold

The story’s told
I’m wasted; I’m worn,
Burnt out and tired-
I want to go to bed-
I can’t seem to find,
That peace of mind

I’m wasting countless minuets,
Counting seconds and hours,
Setting boundaries and limits
Cause I’m so sick and tired
Of being tired and sick

It’s important to know,
Where the river flows
It’s important to know,
The point where we explode
And to not test the water,
Not test the water-
Not to test the water if it’s cold