Carpe Diem

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

This poem needs to be read aloud, at high volumes with great passion, while standing over a cliff... Gazing at the waves crashing into the base, with the wind whipping past you like a silent angry stranger.

"Regret Nothing"

I watched the rain plop into the puddle at the bottom of my driveway, as I sat, quite morose, on the stoop, contemplating my present life situation As always, whenever there is a negative, a multitude of positive things have surfaced in the wake of my dappered spirits.

I love how my attire changes people's perceptions of me, I wore a pink poodle skirt yesterday, today I have the Metallica t-shirt with the bullet belt.

Are we the master's of our own destiny, I like to think I am the master of my mind frame and how I approach each task, trouble, or temptation, varies on my attitude.

You can ignore this post... It's simply a reflection on my perception and an introspection of my self deception.

I am not an intellect, simply a manipulator of preconceived social and cultural etiquette and beliefs.

I use big words... Therefore I am intelligent..

I am morose.. Hence I am "deep"..

I am hurt, therefore I hide,( behind this facade) as a girl possessing control, in circumstances that require relinquishing of any structure. Demands to cast off modern propriety and embrace...


WHAT?

Embrace what.. What the fuck am I grasping for... What am I expecting... Is not settling for anything less than what I want... Foolish, irresponsible...

FUCK NO!

Ok I am back on steady ground....

Seriously read the poem, grab life by the horns... "Do not go gently into the good night"... Rock out! Let Mr. Thomas know how wise he was in his short life, to seize hold of the concept of LIVING life, not just stumbling through it.

"Tanya,

I miss you dreadfully so.. I hope all is well. Find your path.

I love you!

Mistress"