Wisdom of Woja – 05

How does all this add up to something greater, I barely feel whole now

“That’s because you can only see the first couple of steps, and you’ve added them up; It happened within a time frame where you were able to get comfortable, like that frog in the pot, but this isn’t about cooking. You might cook so it could be, but right now it’s just about looking around.”

Just keep adding and before you know it, there is going to be this happening; A continuous curve increasing; where you are will be greater than where you were. All those tiny steps added up, and you’ve still got more to climb.

Eventually 1+1 awakens something.

Ora et labora, or God through Labor

Are you awake yet? I thought I heard you stirring in this sweat.
God, I’ve been grinding, now I’m talking to myself.
I should speak a little softer, sing a little sweeter when I rest.
If putting my head down at night were satisfying
Mic drop, I’d never picked it up again

Isn’t that humor divine when you’ve seen eternity in your time
Yeah, I’m forever laughing, a long half life,
Some days I’m gone, can’t reach me, I’m offline
Been a while now, but I think it’s about right, reevaluate
Pick back up for one more good night out before I put the lights out

Look more closely between me and the buried,
Don’t get too close because some things aren’t meant for marriage
I said too close you’ll miss my vantage
Watch you stumble up on stage, Yeah this is the play,
Worse you could do is end up on fire with nothing to say
Soon to go out, having nothing to show
Everybody thinking I thought this was meant to be a killer show

I’m on fire, hell of a time
I see you, I want you, I am you, How’s that for a biblical line
Yeah I’m working, into the morning, wondering how long I’ve got to keep twerking
Burning the oil, I’ve been trying to go green, but I see some of you deep green
You can make it rain, but we’re all still waiting – Got a bad drought, the whole world is thirsty
And when you don’t do anything it’s because you’re empty.

But this is where I’ll refrain and hit you with the refrain:
I really wish you would face your fears,
Staring in the mirror baby girl your face is his,
Take off all the layers and embrace what’s beneath all that skin
Yeah I see it all, your face shows it all, shows it all,
We could start right here, take you to the sky it’s no big deal,
Show it all, show it all, I wanna see, you a star,

Mixing with my words, I hope you catch it all

I’m not a distributor, I stopped the deliverer, go out and get yourself some more

Quotes for Quenching – 18

Do not spend your life searching for a place to call home. Make the bones in your skeleton the only structure you need. – Haley Hendrick

With time as your skeleton, how many years go by before you realize it’s been a while? How many lives will you live before your breath has awakened you, shaken you; I can not bear to watch you approach these crumbling towers. You were born with the will to power, stop running from your strength, stop clinging to your weakness; You don’t realize it but you’ve been building pillars your entire life – It’s time to use them as they were intended.

With or without the light, you stand tall.
Do not wince at the winds in the dark.

Wisdom of Woja – 04 Seeing What You’ve Always Been Looking At

“You know people change, and sometimes it is shit, but they have to do it, because at one time they weren’t that great to start – So it ends up working out.”

You’ll see things differently; And I don’t mean from other people. You’ll see things differently from how you see them now. People, yourself, crushes you’ve had, ideas, events, all of it. Things that once made you lose your temper, perhaps you’ll keep it now. The things that once made you sad, perhaps you’ll smile instead. The things that have made you feel – Let’s hope they make you feel more – When you begin to see through your eyes without any tint, if you can align everything reasonably, nothing will look the same, and you will still have new things to discover.

The Time Keeper – 04

A long time was spent feeling immured in an unbearable lethargy. Passion was not enough to kick the pistons of his engine into speed, he had lost desire to dream, and felt rampant an emotional irregularity. Yet, It wasn’t all the worst; So much was taken from then, so much that made him thorough, that he could finally lay his head to rest at night, if he ever chose to these days. It can become a terrible thing when you can’t be bothered with sleep. He’s always playing that irony card, yeah he says the same old excuse that most of us do – I don’t have the time – It’s funny though because he has all the time. Which is silly, of course it isn’t his, but there’s so much he could borrow a few and what would it really change?

You see this kid from, well excuse me for not really explaining in detail; I think it was somewhere in Europe. He had a cleverness about him that was far too quick. If he was pinned down in a solo bank heist, here’s the kicker, he’d pin it on the guy next to him. Yes, he’d pin it on someone who he had only moments before convinced that they were the one who planned it from the start. Imagine that! He robbed banks just to help someone else rob a bank they never intended to take. How you get away with that is anything but transparent to the average observer. I know you’re wondering how this kid has anything to do with the time keeper. He has everything to do with him though, and that’s why it’s such a good listen.

Well if worse comes to worse, there is no worst.

The Time Keeper – 03

When talking about time and the keeper, some words just stick a little longer or have a funny chime to them. And that’s because for him it always is happening, that damned chime, all the time. I mean it is hard to get away from a person who is always there, and of course I mean everywhere – but he only has to be present when you take a little risk – Most the time he doesn’t have to stop in; but you get to scratching, when you start thinking about hanging the moon where it shouldn’t be, even for a couple of seconds… well he has to intervene. It’s got to be done. Do you know what happens if someone gets away with one minute? No, that was a question I’m considering. I’m not all that certain what, if anything, happens. The way he keeps everything cut, I’d imagine it has got to be dire; All those suits couldn’t possibly be acting out of fear, the unknown couldn’t frighten them into form from all the way back in antiquity till eternity one.

It’s good, you’re not asking questions – Is my head still on straight at this point? What does it matter;
Although I am skeptical of a person who isn’t the least bit curious in veering off the highlighted route.

The only people that should be afraid of change are the people who benefit from things staying the same, which is only in the short run –  Unless you have limited vision

The Time Keeper – 02

On his arrangements, the time keeper wasn’t always so orderly. It comes out every now and then, a glimpse to what can’t be erased from the past. You wouldn’t know without spending a bit with him that, despite their immutability, he isn’t much into rules. Yes, he almost wants you to get away with some time, perhaps so it didn’t seem so in the right place always; But like everyone, he’s got a job to do. It doesn’t matter what you feel, or what you think might be possible – even if it is – He can’t keep them waiting, not if he wants to stay in good position.

There have been a few in the past that were called flukes in the records. Sometimes things elude you or someone a little more clever comes along and shows you what you didn’t know existed to lay your eyes on, of course everyone learns something. I guess this can’t really be told without touching on the others. Yes, I will have to speak on them because after all our stories, yours and mine are all woven together. It would be impractical to tell each of them separately when they all crisscross and lap!

It’s nice to finally meet you, the last face I’ll see, I’ll see that you don’t forget me.

The Time Keeper – 01

Do you really want to hear about the keeper? Are you sure it’s not too late this time around?

He’s a very poignant man… shows up usually with his go to phrase in mouth, “You know me, we really don’t have the time for this” As he lights up one those cigarettes he’s always burning that never seems to finish.Told me once that it had something to do with the one paradox, you know that one where you keep dividing the remainder of the distance left to travel. Somehow you end up with an infinite amount of segments still to smoke, all a little less than before, but hey a little still counts as long as it isn’t effort. At least that is what he would say – He is always putting in the effort.

And in all fairness he isn’t being cold and calculating; We do have somewhere to be after all – If you don’t believe that, we should really get to talking about the record keeper at some point – This really seems convoluted, but you’ll just have to stick it out since you asked; I can’t apologize for something you’ll wish I hadn’t for later on.

Perhaps it’s all to make up for something he isn’t allowed to go back and change,

Quotes for Quenching – 17

“You want to learn how chill a person really is? Put them in a 90 degree room with full humidity. That’s when you’ll know how cool they can keep it.” – How To Kill A Salesman, IV.

They have this technique used to purify gold where it’s plunged deep into a furnace, a hell of sorts – Burns away all impurities, leaving behind only the gold which the individual was seeking. That day we all sat there I couldn’t help but notice the similarity to purification. Everyone was very excited although they had no idea what we were doing there. I did my best to record the vital observations in the room. She was quiet, very quiet, but I knew inside it was loud, that type of loud where she was probably concerned about what I was thinking.

So much comes at you fast, I understood her silence – I didn’t know how to make my internal dialogue known back then; I just kept cool. I was too cool. I didn’t notice the raise in temperature. She broke, she lashed out, and who could blame her in all that heat; Yet, she still kept it mint. I swear the others in the room couldn’t shut the fuck up for a bloody minute if there had been gags in their mouths; What they had to say was of no importance. She vocalized, and I remember crystal clear, “Just not right now, it’s too hot, and I’m sorry.”

When? Why was she sorry? Why did she have to be so strong? It made me wonder, did she want to stand alone, did she know that she’d have to? Did she know what shone beneath it all?

Quotes for Quenching – 16

“Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn’t, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.” – Emma Forrest

I watched her walk around with it for a long time; She saw me do the same – It was in our eyes, in the way we hesitated to say hi. You know, everyone has questions they wouldn’t mind asking, but it’s too much to ask of a person if you aren’t sure they wouldn’t mind. It’s too much to try and press yourself into the cracks, and attempt to soak out whatever shouldn’t be left to fester. So that’s what happens. Eventually we get around to tending them or someone else comes around and reminds us that we should take care of it – That it is okay to take care of yourself. And that’s when we get the chance to grow, where we are reminded that silence is our friend. We want to say something, but we have broken that trust, and it is up to someone else to restore it. Don’t woe over what you did in error because that only leaves behind what should be removed. Years later it will be healed, and forgiven; All things in time will be fine.

I was chasing through the city of faith, if I could just reconcile my disbelief with where I had found my feet. She was inked – Far more than the sketches of past lovers covered her skin. Even the hardest of warriors can kneel before the softest of things; Don’t be fooled, this softness is purely out of love – I mentioned once – The fiercest thing I ever felt was her bearing fangs down on me. I quiver at the way I was rounded out, the way I was gleaned from roughness, the way my cracks were filled as she lay atop me pressing into whatever wounds I now have long become one with. That night she gleamed like the crest of a lighthouse from my chest, and still I could only pretend to not be blind to love.

Of course I wanted to ask, I felt it deep within me to know what you held, but I knew it wasn’t my place to – I always wondered if you understood my silence, and if you never did… I accepted how you’d see me.