Hey guys, do you remember how we first met?

It's so hard to tell that that first words we spoke would see us through years of friendship. Isn't it amazing? It's those first words which brought us together, but sometimes words exhaust everything, so I would rather remain in silence.

By: Nippy | Saturday, April 28, 2007 at 4:40 AM | |

After the fact


Saw the guy's face on TV
just an ordinary person
anger? Disturbed?
A tragic character?
What drives people to kill innocent?
IMpossible to grasp
or make sense
Keep hearing the words
"senseless" "Heinous"
I was taking photograph of babies
proud and loving parents
and on news
broadcasting the loss of young lives
and devastated parents
and the complete collapse
for the parents
whose sons and daughters will never return
and disbelief
at a son's murderous drive
thinking for the rest of their lives
what went wrong
what they did wrong
and to live with the accusations
and guilt
to carry the burden of depriving other
youngsters
and parents
of happiness in future tense
when 2 guns goes off on a school campus
and the world pause
aghast
not at its ugly head
but at its repetition
as politicians make their own motivated speeches
and gun advocates stand their grounds
somewhere in the silence
friends, sons, daughters, lovers,
might-have-been lovers, doctors
lives are lost
All I can think of now is
wet
upturned
soil
and grass which might never grow.

By: Nippy | Wednesday, April 18, 2007 at 12:57 PM | |

Greed.
I am guilty
of it
of wanting more than I can
handle
perhaps?
For loving
uncertainty.
What kind of person,
would rather forsake
"eternal promises"
and
seek questions
instead of the certainty
of a promise
I am,
guilty
but what if I love every minute of guilt
and want to live in limbo
Do questions about self and sexuality
only visit in teens
and after that we are suppose to be stable
like was it hydrogen or nitrogen?
(see chemistry is still a mystery)
maybe if I understood the equations to the rules of attraction
rules of nature
all the chemical bonds
I can solve the mystery
to my own being.
What if I am what I fear to be?
Shakespeare was right
"To be or not to be, that is the question."
That is always the question.

By: Nippy | Saturday, April 14, 2007 at 3:58 AM | |

Some news of interest

A chocolate sculpture of Jesus without the loincloth covering causes controversy in New York.
(Interesting what makes people angry--is it the idea of a chocolate Jesus? Or is it the fact that he is displayed naked? OR is it the fact that 'art' in our very modern sense of this word makes the sacred irreverant?) Art--nowadays unlike the rather distant past when religion and art worked hand-in hand and beauty was seen as an expression of faith. Art now questions everything, and nothing is too sacred to be poked fun at. I don't know which has fallen into a worser state--stoic religion--too quick to anger, or skeptical art--too quick to make fun and destroy. I just think both sides show little faith. Religion feels it has to hold fast to what little respectability it has, art sees its task as to destroy and undermine as much of that authority as it can.

Both sides are in bad taste. The choclate sculpture is frivolous and pointless--other than to draw comments. The quick anger just proves the power of the frivolous and its hold over our lives. We spend all that time getting annoyed over the irrelevant.


Youth wears a web cam around his head 24/7 in a new bizarre reality T-V

The things people do to get attention of media of other equally bored people. I wonder why he was even featured on newspaper. It is all so frivolous, and yet it is a huge hit online and the newest rave is to watch another person's life instead of living our own. Fame and stardom has it attraction even if it means the sacrifice of privacy, and the pitiful waste of lifetime. Reality tv--is obviously an oxymoron. Somewhere between reality and boradcasting and being in public eye, "reality" becomes ditorted.

How I hate reality Tv--putting people's real emotions on display, making a tasteless show of tragedies, of people's desires, or people's insecurities. I can't say more for fear of the disgust I will lash out at what so many people deem as their best companion and a household necessity and wholesome entertainment.

By: Nippy | Friday, April 06, 2007 at 3:10 AM | |

IN these days of confusion, we just love to hear about ourselves from other sources. Becuase we don't have a clue? Or because our search for ourselves seeks an outside source for confirmation. ANyhow, Try this quiz, courtesy of Soph's blog.. I enjoyed it! Bring on the personality quizzes and psycho-analysts, bring on horoscopes, and palm readers for fate marked out in stone.





My Personal Dna Report

By: Nippy | Wednesday, April 04, 2007 at 3:30 AM | |