have you ever run into yourself?
have you collided?
turn a corner, there you stand ...
with waving arms
open arms
offering a self-embrace

see i was walking down the road
i saw that i was there
waiting
to accept myself into me
and i was scared of this
i was frightened of the outer me
meeting my inner self
to come together
and form the ME

i changed the map
i changed my tune
but there i was
and there i stood
in the trees
in the lamps
in the every where
in the every thing
clearly
clearly
it is ever so clear
i cannot run from myself
-------------------
the self of me
waiting
with those waving arms
they're open arms
to turn into a self-embrace

but that fear
it can dissipate
that fear
it can blow away
when you know that all your life will ever be
is the journey to the completion of the TRIANGLE
i view my being to be a triangle
with three points
meeting
~without connection i am only lines

so i stop the escape
i slip into me
those fists turn into
...into open hands
and i walk into the self-embrace

it is so beautiful.
it is the
ultimate freedom

Hello?

I’m just a little spacey

With a hint of head psychosis

But I am small and like to smile

So no one has to notice

No one ever has to see

That I go to the lake

How I open up my oven doors

And turn my mind on bake

I leave it in to burn a bit

And take it out to cool

‘Cause as I ruin this young mind

I stop feelin’ a fool

I’m in a 20-something phase

And sleep from three to two

I choose to drink a lot of beer

Though I have much to do

I’ll do it at another time

Between my guilt and fears

I’ll do it all for every one!

Be perfect by New Year’s!

And well, my friends, let truth be told

I’m really very shy

I just assert myself to you

In fear of “passersby”

Tonight I just discovered that

I am somebody’s aunt

I’d love to have close family

But as it’s goes - I can’t

And every day I curse the gods

For giving me my dreams

To make me always wonder “why?”

Of what is real or seems

Of course, if I could choose my life

I’d just turn on a tape

Then analyze the tunes inside

 And plan my great escape

See, what I really love, you know

Is listening to some Manson

‘Cause boys with striking, crazy eyes

Is just my kind of handsome

Sure, lots of people ask me

To come out, through telephone

I tell them I’m preoccupied

But really, I’m just stoned

And all day long I starve myself

I have a smoke and coffee

But once I’m off my working feet

Eat ice cream topped with toffee

Shucks, I ain’t got no college skills!

Just lucky I’s still here

But dammit, give me death, I say!

Than educated fear

The fear of being broke n’ poor

Though all I do is work

I work for this here government

…Those air-conditioned jerks

I’ve failed at all my weak attempts

Of being wife and mom

The dream that never was, you see

I’ve blown it up with bombs

I hold my tongue so many times

And never dress as “me”

So often do I feel like

There’s lots that I can’t be

Because when I let out myself

To all the peers and kin

They laugh at me or tear me down

By telling me I sin

And this is not just rock n roll

And this is not just sex

It’s all of those and many more

To make my life complex

On The Rise: First Aid Kit

Please don't make me begin, I beg you, for I fear of ever having to stop.  This post's purpose is not to go into great detail ... forgive me but it will only detract.  There is only so much I can humanly say.  Talking endlessly (in this case – writing) does my feelings no justice and results in my experience to feel greatly cheapened.  Please understand this. 

My sister, Sarah, and myself have adored the sister duo First Aid Kit since (I do believe) they first made a name for themselves.  Again, as a writer, I feel embarrassed how lacking I am for self-expression when it comes to their music and artistic vision.  Resulting in my mouth being kept shut in hopes of treasuring what I consider sacred and striving for the creation of an open heart.

I hope that if I were to be found dead in the morning light that I would be remembered for not much more than for my love and admiration for music.  I’ve given so much of my existence to my passion for what has simply kept me alive for as long as I have.  I in no way mean to sound “dramatic” for I would never, ever dare intend to make a mockery of what I am explaining. 

Anyway, my point is simple.  I listen to a lot of music.  I have a lot more to listen to -  I am very excited for this!  And I shake my hands in the air when asked what my favorite genre and/or band or artist is.  “Blasphemy!”  I say.  “Never make me choose!  It’s impossible!”  And it is.  Elton John literally saved my life when I was 16.  I look to Debbie Harry as an idol and long to emulate the style of Ozzy Osbourne as much as possible.  The list continues.  I consider them my gods just as a Catholic looks to Mother Mary.  I lie not to you. 

But here is my further truth.  There is no other band or artist that could ever rest closer to my heart than these two beautiful sisters from Sweden.  Whether they are together or whether they are apart.  No two persons that are known for creating and expressing could mean more.  There is no better way for me to put it. 

Here, I present (though it is not mine to present), their new music video for their latest single “Blue” off of their recently released album “The Lion’s Roar”. 

Let them speak for themselves.  

Director: Daniel Wirtberg

I'll Follow You

I realize it is morning again
I have left my dreams for now
The room is warm
And I am gently being cradled
by the egyptian cotton
by the hope for a new day
nothing is expected of me yet
comfortable
I run my hands against my skin
to remind me of myself
I am still alive
And the tunes have started running for the day
begin to play within my mind
I stretch
and blink
and smile
in love
in softness
and turn on

mmm. it's sunday.

i love sundays.

what i remember about sundays is going to church as a child//////

so sundays have shadows\\\\\\

though i have grown to love sundays

what i remember about church were the hand outs.

in the handouts they warned parents of what new popular albums 

had 

explicit 

content

i remember those warnings

to concerned warriors of god

and i was a warrior too

a fighter for the greater good

so every sunday

i went out

and bought those albums

Idol Time: Freddie Mercury

The idol inspiring me today is Freddie Mercury

When I was 16 I became mildly obsessed with this man

I had him hanging in my room in a large golden frame

Today I consider him my Guardian Angel 

I continue to be inspired by him and remember his messages as I go throughout my life

POISON ME WITH MERCURY 

On The Rise: Arches

On The Rise is what I will be calling blog posts featuring new artists/bands that have come to my attention; ones that I feel deserve a little lovin' on.

Last night on Old South High the boys and I sat around listening to vinyls.  When Sgt. Pepper finished with "A Day In The Life" (and thoroughly analyzed) a new album was pulled from the collection.  

One I had never seen.  It had a vintage green cover.  

"You must hear this..." I was told. 

When he put it on I held the cover and stared at it.  It is captivating in its simplicity.  

Little buildings.  What are they for?

"I already love it!" I said

And I did.

And I do.

Off of their 9-track record, Wide Awake, I present you with the opening song

This Isn't A Good Night For Walking

The album is soft.

It creates feelings, for me, of falling into a place of rightness. 

Of remembering something you had forgotten.

Entering the mellow vortex of a place you didn't know you were familiar with.

I fell in love.

Give it a listen, if you'd like, and we can discuss! 

xo anna

P.S. Anyone can leave a comment!

Idol Time: Lady Gaga

Means of expression. 

The Idol inspiring me today, June 5, is 

soul sister

parallel universe

Lady Gagaroo

To The Market

I was humbled by the thunderstorms this afternoon.  I was woken from my nap from intimidating factors in my solid world.  My dreams involved me conversing with Marilyn Manson.  He is a very nice man.

After I watched the rain I ventured off to the "Asian Market" as it's called here.  I was in a pink, thin floral sweater.  The kind of pink that looks like the sun over the sea has kissed it twice.  Tattered jean skirt.  Black boots with neon pink laces.  Quality 90's bum.

All I knew I wanted was fairly fresh tofu; it is made every Thursday.  Friday it's still good, ya know?
I ate at a Vietnamese restaurant here in town and found a favorite dish.  I decided to stop spending money getting it there and make it at home.  So.  Sprouts, broccoli, and tofu cooked in soy sauce.
Good to go, Folks.

The "Theme Song" for today comes off of a mix cd my dear friend, Emily, graced me with.  

(The music is just as important as the events)

(Naturally)

(...)

Song: Have You Forgotten

Artist: Red House Painters

There's definitely a nostalgic feeling harboring in me.  Or maybe I am harboring in it.  Either way I feel a bit drifted out to sea.  I see shore.  I see vastness.  I see open skies and I close my eyes and float in the unknowingness.  My day has nothing to do with tofu and everything to do with the simple act of expressing all of being a "sailor".  

Ahoy,

<3 A