my daily extended forecast

Be careful not to give things more power than they deserve today. If you can keep things in their proper perspective, you’ll have no problem enjoying your day while others get overwhelmed by drama. The tiny issues popping up in your life are just like the tiny gnats that buzz around your head: definitely annoying, but ultimately harmless. Just don’t fret about any small complications — they are not yours to worry about! Instead, focus on future plans and ideas. Every brick wall you encounter today is not meant to be climbed over. Limits are important in every aspect of your life because they define where you can go and who you are. Today an obstacle pops up and takes the shape of an unexpected rejection. It may sting at first, but it’s not necessarily something you have to get angry about. Obstacles aren’t always meant to stop you — sometimes they serve as detours, showing you a more rewarding direction to explore.

question

do u find the mucus in your nasal passage makes breathing a chore?
 mucus is a living thing you know. it has a certain degree of intelligence; unlike other people i know who’s been to college already.

choose the best answer.

Love is:
A. A very nice emotion that I will tell you about at length when I have some free time 
B. Something I may feel toward someone, but shouldn’t have to talk on and on about
C. What makes life worth living when there’s no rootbeer or any alcoholic beverages
D. Politics and intrigue on the personal level
E. You tell me! 
F. God
J. Jaan

“Suicide Hotline…please hold.”

what are you thinking?

Reading between the lines enlightens me, but it could also lead me to eyestrain or throw an active mind into overdrive. There’s such a thing as knowing too much, especially when i’m in the habit of looking for signs and symptoms in places where I wouldn’t normally find them. i’ll be quiet about this for now. Explore what’s real and what isn’t. Then i’ll know what to do. Eat again, perhaps?

I know my demons inside me. I fear them. I fight them one by one.
There’s one demon I love fighting though. I look forward fighting it every night. And I don’t know you from a page in my book
Though I should

My demon..

My monster.

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faded words
are left at my side

whatever can be measured
these hands
droplets of time
softly grasp them
forgotten memories
lost words
these thoughts are

®oda midori

two christmas eves ago..

“out of the highways and byways of life, many are weary and sad”

..some beg for something to eat.while some try to avoid eating because they don’t wanna get fat.
poor old man. he made me cry. said he won’t be coming back for another christmas.
eighty two years has to end soon, he said. “its been a long journey”..”i still have my pension, though”..
i smiled and thought “he begs for food and he’s got pension”…i thought kids only say the darndest things…this old man…
i hope those two pieces of puso’ and chicken barbecue filled his empty stomach.

Unsung Hero

“People cannot gain anything without sacrificing something.
You must represent something of equal value to gain something.
That is the principle of equivalent trade in Alchemy.”- FMA

Broken like glasses
Your image carved in my chest
I wanna see that smile again
Those lonely eyes bid goodbye with no tears
But your heart shed an ocean..and blood..and life..
I cannot be in your burial or visit your grave
But We’ll see each other somehow…someday…
Say “Hello” to Jesus for me.

 to yuyon (the late 1st Pvt. edgar daclan jr.)

cosmic soliloquy

Your use of metaphor is impressive. But sometimes, you have to spell things out.
You’ll probably be quite pleased with yourself now — especially if you’ve been keeping up with your responsibilities like you know you should. Oh, stop smirking. Grinning smugly is better.

Happiness goes straight to your head. You could pleasantly surprise yourself with words from the heart that bypassed your brain on the way out. Sometimes this shortcut is the best way to go — it definitely will get you to where you really want to be a whole lot faster. Enjoy the wandering ways of your thoughts and actions. Nobody minds — and some people love it. You may actually encourage others to let their dreams take flight. One of em has grown his wings…don’t you wanna congratulate yourself?

Inspiration may be the spark that starts you up, but you need a different kind of fuel to keep running. Your actions are under a microscope for the next few days — even if it’s just your own eagle eye doing the gazing. Deal only in the hard currency of reality. Ask for help judiciously, and remember that this is only a trial run. ..run baby..run…can you tell? you are the oracle.

®oda midori

making my way downtown.

Carousel..tired..walking…
sobs..ocean..mountain..moslem..
harlem..

I have to hold on…still walking..

eat mangoes naked..

i confused intensity with genuineness..

while both are uniquely different, it’s also in so many ways better..

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social welfare…
raped minds..raped young bodies..
hollowed laughter..
plastic smile and faces hiding back the tears..
babies..angels..

i dwell in the night…darkness…
YES, the sun sets, taking its flames..
but the moon, more magical, rises…

I smile…

®oda midori

scribbled thoughts

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hot cup of chocolate
unwinding my mind
trying to figure out where my planetary alignment will be tomorrow

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looking back at the castle where the prince lived,
waters in front
wild lilies grow,

looking at the windows where he might be standing by
wondering if he ever sought the princess of green ice

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deeper inside of me

i feel you

my lips hanging on yours

the warm embrace

the night to follow

®oda midori

 these words are my own

Crush

You be no skin off one’s nose,
 Yet i was struck.
     Ruddy,
       Lean,
         Lofty…and more..
Your soul’s mirror sucked me up
   and trapped me inside.
       I wouldn’t mind to break free.
Your smile is the very chain that binds me.
       Saccharine…so saccharine…
Ah…I am still spellbound.

®oda midori

 these words are my own

written a long time ago..

silent reveries

I see your face.
Manly, well favored
There is vagueness on my mind
but your eyes captivate this wandering soul.
I see your lips.
It is flirting with the sky.
Your finger draws my lip line.
I see mine with yours…so close..
Don’t kiss me so sweet.
It makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow.
Just embrace me
and whisper sweet words.
I’ll find my rest in there
And the warmth of your breath
That borrows my own.
I’m drowning in the thoughts of you now.
These very dreamy thoughts of you.

®oda midori

 these words are my own

yes, sometimes i prattle

My mind works like lightning… one brilliant flash and it’s gone.

I’ve discovered that I often visit the state of avolition, and I know my way around pretty well.

Hey! why don’t you smile, everyone loves a moron.

Just Like Heaven

Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream he said
The one that makes me laugh he said
And threw his arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I’ll run away with you

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed his face and kissed his head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make him glow
Why are you so far away? he said
Why won’t you ever know that I’m in love with you
That I’m in love with you
You, soft and only
You,lost and lonely
You, strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You’re just like a dream
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe his name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only boy I loved
And drowned him deep inside of me
You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, just like heaven

While I was walking in the streets of Jones

the children i see reminded me of the song God Bless the child

and i couldn’t help my tears but fall everytime.. 

 God bless the child who suffers
God bless the young without mothers
This child is homeless,
That child’s on crack
One plays with a gun,
while the other takes a bullet in his back
This boy’s a beggar,
That girl sells her soul
They both work the same street,
The same hell hole
Let every man help his brother
Some are born addicted and some are just thrown away
Some have daddies who make them play games they don’t want to play
But with hope and faith
We must understand
All God’s children need is love
And us to hold their little hands
This boy is hungry, he ain’t got enought to eat
That girl’s cold and she ain’t got no shoes on her feet
When a child’s spirit’s broken
And feels all hope is gone
God help them find the strength to carry on
But with hope and faith
Yea, we can understand
All God’s children need is love
And us to hold their little hands
Let us all love one another
Make all our hearts bilnd to color
God bless the child who suffers
Hallelujah

silhouette

she walked her hands on the ocean floor
sailed the ceilings every night
picked up the money that grows in trees
and speaks with the tongue of the sun
to the moon she danced.

®oda Midori

My odder self

i thought of having a blog to write on my serious side (that’s the least word i can think of) 

The idea that all changes take us closer to our true selves or who we are to begin with seems counter-intuitive to me. But so does quantum physics and the law of torts. That doesn’t make it true, but it certainly makes it plausible. Michelangelo supposedly said he sculpted by starting with a piece of marble and removing everything that wasn’t the statute. Could we be doing the same thing as people? That certainly seems plausible. It is just as possible as us being the sum of the impact of our choices and experiences on the genes our parents gave us.

our bodies replace all of our cells every seven years. On odder days, I hit myself with the multiverse theory of self. At least that’s what I call it. Since the universe we inhabit is branching in infinite directions every moment, each instant is a new person. I like writing letters to my future self so I wouldn’t be forgotten since that self would essentially be dead. Those two perspectives are probably more literal than for what you are looking, but that’s how I roll.

Good luck with the existential crisis: my odder self.