Cactus Blackout Haiku
Windy, sandy heat
The mirage is very present
Swallow its water
I’m out of the lines
And out of the box
I walk with rarity
I talk of rarity
Do you enjoy enigmas??
Solve the slippery slip of my spit
While my tongue engages you
Inny mini minny foe
We are thieves of the nigh’
Let’s steal now go
May the best one win
Good luck sexless vowed
But the other’s an underdog within
Whatever shall we make of that??
Be careful what you think now
For you may manifest a crude doormat
I’m high: A solitary note - 7/27/12
“The thing about fear is that you can run from it. You can pretend it doesn’t exist. But, at some point it will always find a way of catching up with you. I guess that’s why people go swimming with sharks?? And jump out of a plane?? Why they fall in love?? Because the only way to conquer fear is to live dangerously. To stare it in the face.” ~Dance Academy: episode Flight or Fight response
Throughout this entire episode I kept sayin’, “WOW this one is my fave!!”
Eventually I figured out why I declared & exclaimed such.
Twas because Dance Academy was reflectin’ similar patterns I’ve
heeded of myself internally. Immediately after the quote above was said
in the endin’ of this ep, my Root Chakra instinctively boomed.
In the sea of Roo
Bubble, gulp, gulp, gulp
Would you like to grow some gills??
Forget the air & its dry ways
Welcome to Roo’s chills & thrills
What’s a towel??
That object you asked for??
Its dryness is no longer of your core
In the sea of Roo
It’d be best to hold your tongue
As it addresses such little of you
“In lambda scrutiny,” says Safighter
In mid-March of 2012, I took the same test again due to Atreish making
mention of it, somehow. In the midst of my taking it I asked Masha if this was
the same or not. By the time she responded, I had already completed it.
The test was personality based by Carl Jung.
(If you wish or care to find out of yours as well.
Then here: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp)
Approximately 15 mins that time, had I received a new result of my type: ENFP
It was the Idealist: Portrait of the Champion
(If you wish or care to find out what that type is. Then here:
She mutilated her garden
What was her found
Is now her lost
She commits to the bewildered
For the shelter she once dwelled in
Has been torched with her light
She flew off the last branch
From the fire she initiated
Before it was even able to scorch her
Of her garden sweet garden
But her garden was disabling
Let us allow her to please
For she knows, where she goes
A poem to the walls
You zombie talk
And zombie walk
Whatever have I to offer you??
You have a life
As do I!!
What of me do you admire so??
From your allowed babbles of air
With limited moisture unto me. .
You have ears
As do I!!
You have a voice
As do I!!
We have spoken
Not too long ago
You have uttered nothin’
Worth a thought
You have a mind
As do I!!
How’s your evolution darlin’??
You reiterate & reiterate
All things others have observed
The world exists
As you & I are
Of both the tangible
As well, as the intangible
You are no fun!!
You bore me!!
You explore not, as I do!!
Go ahead & rely upon
Only of your naked senses
If you so continue wish of it
For I; Safaroo shall survive
For I; Safaroo am 1 of the fittest
A dreamt discussion with my dæmon & I
“Well Safaroo, whatever happened to your primary academic passion of becoming an operations officer in the CIA?”
“What can I say? Except that I. . got sidetracked with the grace of my unknown creativity. After, much contemplation I was dawned by the idea of my pursuing fashion modeling instead. I was simply willing to have my schooling take the backseat. Not forever, just for sometime unless I fell upon another calling.”
“Alright, but then what happened?”
“I still attended school with an aim on figuring out what I would like to become. I knew it had to be regarded under the works of Psychology & Philosophy. However, I knew for certain that my being a counselor, social worker or teacher were all damned.”
“Hahahaha at were all damned! Recently, you seemed to be a bit upset about wasting time with your life. I don’t understand why. So, please tell me why Safaroo. . why oh why oh why hy I?!”
“What do you mean? I just told youuuu. . I got sidetracked with the grace of my unknown creativity. What about that is difficult to grasp!? Listen, to me last night while I surprisingly stayed in again instead of my tra-la-la-la-la-ing into a party to drink, socialize & dance. I played a few scattered games of chess & couldn’t help myself, but to travel back into my past. Everyone’s memories are intangible time machines, you know? I mean we can’t change our internal or external blunders from our pasts at all. But, we can reflect for better or worst in regards to how we are in our presents as well as for our futures. Some people mistook my reflected struggles & sorrow for stagnant pity at times. But, that is not so & the worth of my tiring energies eventually to the few still remaining, did not all end up in vain. You know, once you’re able to claim your life’s state as still being alive. It doesn’t necessarily mean you’re actually still alive at all. Your lifespan can be shortened or lengthened according to all states of your physical being. Follow me when I say, I refer not to just our conscious states, but rather the other sides to us that can all affect our physical beings. I had no other way around it back then. Thankfully in my late teens my reflected struggles & sorrow of me, from ages 5 - 19 yrs old had to all be scrutinized. Of course it was painful to witness again & again in my strive on overturning my pessimism into optimism. I relapsed at times, why? Am I not allowed to truly move with my own flow of what we all call life? My obsession with my inner confrontations & relief were quite strenuous. Finally, in late April & early May of ‘09, I had succeeded. From that point on whenever life presented me with a push that came to shove, my handling was very different. That’s when I realized I wasn’t just an optimist, but rather an optimistic-realist. I knew when to submit my acknowledgement in regards to neither the bullshit offered by either the optimist nor pessimist. Yes, the glass is half full & half empty. It’s not according to the way you look at it, it’s according to the actuality of the matter. But, if either of anyone with an outlook of both on the spectrum were practical at all. They’d realize that knowing whether the glass was both full & empty at the same time was sensible. Also, aside from that let’s not forget the grass is greener on the other side. Hmmm, yes I mean sometimes it’s truthfully not. It doesn’t always help someone to pacify themselves with that logic. Sometimes yes it is in fact greener on the other side. But, other times it can be downright patchy, muddy & most certainly not green at all. When you realize you can’t deny them for what they are. Revealing both the positive & negative aspects, tends to make life flow a little better. Trust me, I should know! Also, whether or not you’ve self transformed you still have the right to grow sad or angry. Some, people are so full of it when your emotional states, temporarily differ from the resolution of your past. Hello? Life can go up & down, up & down. Well so can I! Remember that & get that through your thick (ROAR) skull!!”
—— The dream ended. ——
It’s so moist here, in the dark
“Please turn the lights off. . “
I said, “Please. . “
I do not wish to love anymore
I do not wish to care anymore
I do not wish to dream anymore
I do not wish to hope anymore
One word anymore
Why do I still feel so sensitive?
I want to be an inanimate object
Preferably a piano
Be still, grow weary, but above all be hushed
As I now, conjure up a magnificent one
… . So silent
… . So heavy
… . So void
Do you not enjoy my music?
For, I am the silent pianist