I trust you
to not come undone
to sense the common
to fear
to love
as my one and only son

In every moment
Of truth
We are alive
Matching our actions
With the
Honesty of essence
Fact of the daily fiction
Lies
in our decisions.

"Inbetween"

Wake UP!

I have been working so much, I forgot what I was doin.
I spend so much time dreamin someone else's dream and
Making it come true
My boss is a happy man
For me, this is nothing new.
Live life and prosper
Whatever
This is someone else's dream
What makes me special?
I guess that is for every one to answer.
I already know for myself
If I forget, the ones around me
Remind me
Nudging me in the right direction
I lost "that" dream
You know the one
Soul defining high gloss picturesque quality of self
Somewhere down the line, it disappeared
Cant completely forget
You always remind me
Who I am is in the love, baby
Where I am in the dream,
Is somewhere in between.
It's who I am today, tomorrow, and the next
Lost or found
It's all good, baby
In between is fine by me

Life Back.

Where we belong
is where we should live
In the heart of it
is where the heart is
and always will be
If we laughed at a broken life
its with the best of intention
that the mind wonders on
If we could
we should
always believe
not in the nothing
that holds us
To the rules
Engagement in the state
In the freeworld
as low as you can go
Taking to the depths
Where once we were
Bound to return
It is, as it seems
Timeless and random
In duration
Of nothing
Timed as it needs to be
Choosing an upward motion
In any direction
Take flight
towards
and away
from nothing
Be insight
of the choice
Of right
Of wrong
Of Nothing whatsoever
Its our path to make
To where we belong

I don't want to go home
It aint no place to be
when
The one you love
Can't offer Sanctuary
Work is not fun
Playtime is over
Expect the Love
Give the work
Who we are
Is never enough
The love we are
Is inside
Seems to be
the definition
Of Institution
That Runs Society
How do we survive
Rejection
By Definition
Amongst us
Between us
Ignoring Ignorance
All is lost
My home is gone

She said, "...It's in the antique Chinese chest." I paused and every piece of my mother's furniture came into my head at once. It's all antique and its all Asian. As I laughed, I thought to myself, glad we can be so predicatable. Even when we don't make sense, we can be understood by family.

Chris Rock says:
America took over Iraq in two weeks. Hell, you can't take over BALTIMORE in two weeks!

I laughed so hard because I imagined all the Area's population fighting with sticks, guns, pitchforks, whatever else they could use to kick some ass. I imagined all the tough northern/east coast mofos that perpetuate the anger in the universe, winning all major wars for us. All they need is the right incentive.
That's whose out there fighting in the middle east right now. Men and Women who have the right incentive to ball up courage to go out there in a frigen dessert a million miles away to fight for their home turf, America.
Salute your brothers and sisters in arms. Start a riot in your neighborhood, if necessary. Protect whats worth fighting for.

Our company has been sold. The purchaser is determining how to maintain staff. We are all working together to get through an exciting time! This is all the corporate bullshit that states: too bad, motherfucker. We made a shit ton of cash. Now, your fucked.
These are my positive thoughts. The negative ones, I cannot even endure. New house. Old life. Gotta keep it all together. The fish, the dog, the cat, the kid, the man are all relying on me.
I just wanna go home.

Depression occurs when the mind wants what the heart does not desire. Or vice versa.

When you start to drift
you try
to come together
if
you
dont
sense the senses
wanting nothing
happens together
you need
you dont want
your alone
in this world of silent endeavors
making
love
instead
the war
starts in your head
your heart
bares all
your face
says nothing
bluffing
your surroundings
asking
for nothing
being the one
the only
you
like the tide
coming
back
to the shore
time
and
time again
the drift
hits
the dune
walking alone
the air
intices
the soul
the salts
of
the earth
becoming
the sweat
of
the body
mine and mine
alone no more

The gayness of it all.
Ever realize what you think is cool, someone else considers to be shit?
Example: People who want to dress like the 80's were cool.
If you were of age in the 80's, you wouldn't want to dress like those fags.

Think of how many things can associate with this concept. Let me know what they are.
DO it. Do it now.

Do they ever know how much we love them?
I feel sorry for players, haters/not lovers. They dont know what its like to be accepted, adored, passionately explored by the one who knows your soul's secrets and loves you for you anyway.

More Random emails that I think are post worthy:

I have decided that to solve my problems with my husband, it would best for me to become an Amazonian Lesbian. I will live in the woods with my fellow sisters and worship Dianna of the Hunt. Any man who comes near us will be used strictly for sex trade that can be bought and sold. Maybe bartered too.

Random emails that I think are post worthy.
To Krisepoo:
"I am a conservative. I support our brother and sisters in arms. I don’t agree with the liberal agenda. I felt the earth shake beneath my feet on 9/11, I was not in Texas. I sat on the train next to crying men and women who would start singing America the Beautiful at the Braddock landing stop on the metro. I stood up when my future husband was attacked in Bahrain and permanently disabled. I take care of my family no matter what, where, when, or how. I am a Texan in my heart and an East Coast dweller by a choice that’s not my own to make, but mine to follow obediently. I am the daughter and a sister to Scorpio Women. I am the Wind in all forms. Soft and delicate, powerful and killing strengths. But, no matter what, till the end of time, I will be here.

"On the Move"

This piece is tenth in a series of images I created while meditating at work. Silly idea? No. I work in a high stress, rapid development software firm in Norfolk, Virginia. I like what I do a lot. Sometimes, I need to unwind while waiting for code. Thank heavens, my boss cares only that the software gets tested. It does. So, I create, too. I live at work. I spend more time with my co-worker Bob then I spend with my Husband. I need to meditate. So do you.

I loved Bu-Bu. Unfortunately, I didn't trust him. He wasn't a player, a cheater, or an otherwise abusive person. I didn't trust him because his mood could turn on a dime. Sometimes, he would get so angry about simple issues that weren't even that complex. It scared me. But, I didnt want to judge/change him. The beauty of Chris is all that he is. And all that he will ever be was not up to me to edit. I never opened up to him past a certain point. He did get under my skin easily because of who he was to me.
I remember speaking with him for hours. We would listen to Massive Attack and other somewhat obscure artists. He had the greatest way of explaining an Artist out of obscurity into a knowledge base that I take with me today.
Most men do not understand what us fast talking chicas have to say most of the time. If he would get lost in my free verse babble, he would say, "Stop, let me think about this. Are you saying _______? and this_____ ? and this_____?" I was amazed that at first he didn't follow, he would stop and redirect himself through Kris logic land. He was a really good friend to me.
What an ass I was to him.
You wanna know the irony? No trust equals no sweet loving. No sweet loving throws a man right into "friend"ville. Putting someone you love into a position he doesn't want to be in, even though he tries to be a friend, would make the Resentment reel its ugly head.
This is how we become dispensable. I knew that he would throw me away one day. This is why I didn't trust him. Moody men make tempermental friends. Tempermental friends are fair weather friends. Fair weather friends don't have unconditional loyalty. So, you know in your heart that you are disposable.
Yeah, I left that relationship for good reasons. Still, I miss the friendship, the long talks, the intelligent intimacy that I will never be able to replace. He is one of a kind. My kind, at that. Its too bad that Irony is such a Bitch.

I will come back
I will come back
For you

Name the person who sings the lyrics above. You'll win a cookie.

The best part of this song is the very ending. When solos weren't being generated, one band did it anyway. The artist broke the rules in the early 90's. He kept on breaking them. Now, my ears are happily listening to a mix of accoustic, electric, drums, drums, and more drums. Throw in some vocals, background, front man, and he is one very talented musician. For such an unassuming person, he is really large spiritually and sensually.

Mullins, Kristin says:
do your best
Mullins, Kristin says:
thats what you can do
Mullins, Kristin says:
and for all time
Mullins, Kristin says:
that is what is expected of you

Write poetry with your children. Teach yourself a new word every day. Make it the word of the day and use it as many ways as it could be used. Make up new ways to use it. Love words in all languages. My personal favorite is body language. We all have this in common.

Beautiful flowers on a cold day
A cold day is almost every day
Somedays
My Heart wonders
How does the flora grow in the darkness?
What is left
For a sweet girl to do?
Needing time
And Energy
To do
What Should be done
What could be done
Is another story altogether
With you
For you
I am the warmth
When the wind is cold
And the sun is hiding behind the moon
Giving the returns freely
Asking widely
Is the Love intended for the world?
To grow warm
To give strength?
When All around us
Is the cold
The value of the Hate?