The mind, a dormant stone

Justin Allen Adler *artist*father*son*soul mate* There is no greater gift that you can give to someone than the gift of your time.  Essentially, that is all we have, and that is all we will keep.  Justin on New Years 2010! Las Vegas, baby! Beyond the skies, there is another tomorrow that will be limitless,  and only those who dwell there can know the fragility of its essence.  When you walk, who will you know?  When you cross, who will you expect to see?  Our love is what pulls us to those we know, like a magnetic force, across all plains.  We will always exist, as we once had, together, but eternally.  This page is dedicated to the memories of Justin Adler. Leave your love; share your memories. This marks the 2nd year since he has moved from our sights, but his memory will always remain in our hearts. <3 IFLY Still up, after our first night meeting each other. We saw the sun rise. Our first picture together; The Griffin. ...

You know who you are. I deeply love you.   and I miss you more than you can imagine. Well, maybe you feel it too... what does the view look like from where you are? What are you now? What do you do now? I wonder about the world you exist in. Is it a world of my thoughts, our love, and your baby girl? I F L Y JAA JMW always.

When you compare any two human beings, one will always fall short of the other.  It doesn't mean ones value is any less, but rather the goals and the hunger of the two people differ.  I think this is true because we are not all alike, but I can't help the feeling of self worth lessen each time I see someone my age, or younger, doing so much more with themselves and their life. I wonder when I will ever show what I am made of. Beyond the emotional, or the unconditional... Where do I materialize? Sounds bad even saying this...when do I get stuff?  What stuff do I actually do?  I just don't know.  ::eyes down::               just don't know...

The Edison lives with a unique night-goers experience. It's a true piece of history from downtown LA's historic center, where the Edison lighting company held its industrial perch. I enjoy the ambiance and feel that one of a kind LA pride that pushes me forward and makes me appreciate where I come from.  <3<3LA<3<3 Jessica Wilson in front of the Edison's original  fire heating mechanisms :)

The joys of 2012 rings in with an offer of publication! My poem, In Memoriam , has been accepted into www.ConnotationPress.com ! I am thrilled to join the caliber of Writers and Artists accepted into this literary magazine! Thank you universe! <3

Happy New Year! Join us this Wednesday, January 18th, as we embark on the 2012 series of Writers' Row! The event will be held at The Last Bookstore in downtown LA from 7:30-10pm. The event is free! Music and refreshments will be provided by Los Angeles Poet Society. We are happy to feature:  Terry Wolverton  & Jerry Garcia! Terry Wolverton  is a literary artist and author of nine books of fiction, poetry and creative nonfiction. She's the founder of Writers At Work, a creative writing center in Silver Lake. http:// www.terrywolverton. xbuild.c om/ Jerry Garcia  is a poet, photographer and producer of television commercials and motion picture previews. He is a past director of the Valley Contemporary Poets and has served on Beyond Baroque’s Board of Trustees. His poetry and photography have been seen in various journals including The Chiron Review, Askew, Palabra Magazine and The Night Goes On All Night: Noir Inspired Poems edited by Rick Lupert. ...

Where is this stone to step upon in order to maintain the flow of my path? ANVILS    dropping on me like a Looney Tunes nightmare. ha! anvils and elbows.

The Veil. It's covering the window of all my inner pain. It's timeless, just sitting there covering this paralyzing fog that I attempt to resist. I don't want to pull the veil. Sometimes, I walk up to it, focusing on what lies behind it. Sometimes, I nearly see through it without pulling. What I see, like a scepter divulging my throat, larynx pulled, jaw stunned. I don't want to pull the veil, but there might be some days that will ask me to do it, pull the cord, or sweep aside a small layer, just to see enough. God help me.

"I'd rather unravel the wind's calligraphies, letter by letter, and spell myself into the world." -Maurya Simon

I know how we all get excited for something new, but this note is in appreciation for something old. Task: List 5 things that were good about 2011. List 5 things you accomplished in 2011.  List 5 leftovers from 2011 to 2012. Have fun and I hope this helps you on your journey! :)

This is 2012 ! Welcome to my life :) You know, I wonder...am I the only one that sits and wonders how I am able to exist amongst all these people in the world? What I mean by this, is not misanthropy. What I mean is how am I able to have consciousness and exist and go and move at my own whim. How do I exist? All these other creatures, (people, bugs, trees), exist while I exist. We all are able to operate all at once, simultaneously in multiple directions. How is that possible? It's so much larger than I can begin to conjure. So I don't. I just be. So my New Years' Resolution: Live in the Moment . Some of you might know me. Some of you might think, wow...that is no stretch, you're a voluptuary...You're lacivious, engage in your desires without question... So strange. So what does it mean to live in the moment? It's not just giving into the needs of the moment, but allowing the moment to settle over you, then into you, until you are completely aware of th...