Monday, July 28, 2008

Yellow Bird


I gotta write tonight about a little bird that I know...
...
a little yellow bird ready for her flight
without a mother in the nest to push her
or wish good luck with a kiss goodbye
was already gone before she was ready
but she gave her wings so she could fly

a little yellow bird so easily get tired
and after many tries she silently rests
but tries as soon as she can again
and realizes the time it takes to make it
because she is too young and unaware

a little yellow bird doesn't give up
and she knows it's gonna be a good day
because she feels the power to succeed
and she flies and flaps her wings freely
and there is no way anyone can stop her

a little yellow birds sees the earth beneath
from a new perspective and she knows
that the next time she wants to fly free
she can step out from the protective nest
and no one needs to be there to see her

a little yellow bird feels satisfied and calm
she is proud, happy and safe for a while
because in the sky no one can get to her
and she can decide to land wherever
she feels to land for the day or the night

a little yellow bird plucks her wings clean
she plucks her feathers just because
she is beautiful and bright sunflower yellow
and she takes pride in all the new beginnings
and care less to what is surrounding her

because she learned how to fly early on
and she is thankful for every single feather
and she cares for them like they are golden
because even if they might be worth nothing
they are to her and they will always be

thanks god for heaven and the skies up above

oh Brutha!



Ok, so I think...think I'm done my brother's painting. You might not notice a lot of difference. However, to me it is huge. The almost finished one is more me, more messy and more made out of love. I really hope Andy still likes it. If not...I'm sorry, there is really no going back! Tonight I dedicate my thoughts to both my brothers and their happiness. Again, I am the luckiest sister alive!

Monday, July 21, 2008

Not so Innocent


We didn't talk much. I asked if I could take his picture and he crunched his empty beer can in his hand and said yes. ha ha. Thanks dear old Harley dude!

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Innocence




Thanks my little friends! Always posing for my silly pictures without any complains.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Hands


Ok, so I was talking about how I had to get away from my painting for my brother in my last blog. Well, this is what happened!
Oh, yah and some more silly words put together by me too. ha ha...thank god I have this blog!

touch and feel the skin of my hands
I can't even resist the temptation to touch
finger tips running across a back of softness
a touch burning hot of the tips of my fingers
living for the rough and soft flow of blood to
grab and hold on to a part of unknown in
a circle of open air where emotions are free
until it stops

living through the senses and letting go
to a far away place where all is good and safe
getting back to reality and crying out load
still hands are in front of my face staring cold
staring back at me with and empty nest
until I reach back to the branch which I know
until it stops

still only my own hands in front of me are the same
wonder if they have changed from what I had felt
wondering if it can ever ever be the same again
a touch and a few thorns cutting through my skin
blood dripping once again to cover my paths
on a road more lonely than the overgrown tracks
until it stops

until it stops

Friday, July 11, 2008

Painting for my brother


I don't know if I ever talked about my brothers? I have two brothers and they are both amazing. They are so different from one another yet so much the same. I think I'm one of the luckiest sisters in this universe. I have their support in everything I do and they admire me as much as I admire them. I have to give thanks to my wonderful parents for raising us to understand that blood is thicker than water and no matter what happens we will support each other. This blog is to them. The once who made me who I am today... a tomboy with no shame! :-)
I have been working on a painting for my older brother and I am not sure I like it at all. Most of my paintings appear in a couple of hours, but since he has asked for this one it is not coming to me. I don't want to give him a weird painting, so I tried to be more unemotional. I am not sure it is working at all. This is the painting in progress. I had to stop and throw in a painting in between that took my thoughts away from this one. Anyway, this is why I call this blog a blah blah...because I could go on and on...this painting is going to be for Andy and his beautiful wife!

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Sleeping Beauty




A sleeping beauty so gorgeous
so little and innocent and soft
heart filled with voices recognizable
scared with new things but learning
every day is a new adventure
new things to take in and comprehend

missing but reaching for anything
hurting, growing, crying and screaming
but laughing at silly sounds and funny faces
from different strangers all around
snoozing while others are watching
this wonderful little sleeping beauty