The Love Poem

I've noticed people like simple poetry. Those "I love you, you make my heart beat like a drum in my head. And I can't wait to bring you flowers, but you will place them on my grave because I can't imagine you leaving this earth before me so I will most definitely go first. And we will die in each other's arms, (But you will survive me) the end of our emotional obsession of course." But I don't get that, the baseness. GUILTY. It seems more truthful in an "I have no idea what I'm doing but I know I feel better when you say you love me, even when we haven't talked about any truths greater than you want to make out in your car." Kind of way.

In the same way we love to hate ourselves, we love to love ourselves. I told my best friend, the best thing I could think of doing, was drinking every beautiful thing I could, try to make this potion that will seep from my pours and bleed from my eyes when you look at me. If all I'm made up of is what I see, what I read, and what I think, then I control exactly what world I live in with that power of perception.

What are you doing? 

Fragments

Where are you?
And why did those hyena laughs make me miss you?

I'm on the floor and these pages remind me those cries for being heard aren't my only option. I have you. And I have your pages. Those hyenas wouldn't laugh at your jokes but they make me feel so much less alone.

Falling through the earth. Oh little darling, I can barely hear you. When I reach the surface and fall back down towards the moon. I can see you bob and sway to your own music inside of your ears and I know that's exactly why you're so beautiful.

Not doing enough, never doing enough. Don't be so amazed by this lack of doing. I see them disgusted mostly by seeing their own reflection in your innocence. It's not innocence when I could be you. But I'd rather die.

An option that doesn't even seem that bad when you weigh it with walking atrophy. That's where this gets tricky. With all your options in all your days in all your minutes, will you die from living or die from the lacking?

We learned how to be something.

30 MIN MORNING WAKE UP YOGA FLOW

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Two Broke Girls

The best part of being on an adventure, is every single day. Even if it means cuddling under blankets in a cold apartment in San Francisco sipping tea, actually being there, in that moment, in that location, makes everything more exciting.

We just woke up. There were sounds of vegan banana pancakes being made in the kitchen when we opened our eyes. Now we're all laying on the floor in a cute little house in East L.A. before we start this brand new day.

We're staying with my best friend. Her dad was in the marines and we met during her two year stay in New Jersey when we were ten. She moved shortly after and at some point in college we became pen pals (I love pen pals). Now it's 18 months after I first visited her in Los Angeles, I've been here three times, she's been to both New York City and Austin to see me. Love at first sight.

Today we'll go hang around the city, and go to the taping of Two Broke Girls. April (Nellie's sister) works on wardrobe for the show and we get to sit in.

It's funny the places life will take you when you just go with it. 

Baby I Miss You.

One of those boys,

From a country where everything was green,

And I learned how to hold my liquor told me:

You need a tracking device attached to you.

No. I need a new pair of jeans. 

I need a rock to climb and a whiskey on the rocks.

I heard you don't talk about leaving as much,

Now that you hold her while you're sleeping every night.

I'm jealous. How sweet, how fucking romantic.

Watch me roll my eyes.

The only thing to ever make you stick around.

Talking myself into not wanting the one thing.

That would make me stick around.

That phone call they make every night.

Stupid baby words and all those fucking tears.

But I love those little messages you send me.

And all those Baby I Miss You's.

Ebene Quartet performs Come Together by the Beatles

The Beatles, "Come Together" (1969) Arrangement for string quartet by Quatuor Ebène (Ebene Quartet) Excerpt from a live webcast on medici.tv. Concert at the Folies Bergère, Paris. Quatuor Ebène - Ebene Quartet: Pierre Colombet, violin Gabriel Le Magadure, violin Mathieu Herzog, viola Raphaël Merlin, cello

What would happen if...

What would happen if I drilled a tunnel through the center of the Earth and jumped into it?

Although it would be impossible to do this on earth, you actually could do this on the moon. The moon has a cold core and it also doesn't have any oceans or groundwater to mess things up. In addition, the moon has no atmosphere, so the tunnel would have a nice vacuum in it that eliminates aerodynamic drag.
So, imagine that the tunnel through the moon is 20 feet (7 meters) in diameter. Down one side is a ladder. If you were to climb down the ladder, what you would find is that your weight decreases. Gravity is caused by objects attracting one another with their mass. As you descend into the tunnel, more and more of the moon's mass is above you, so it attracts you upward. Once you climbed down to the center of the moon you would be weightless. The mass of the moon is all around you and attracting you equally, so it all cancels out and you would feel weightless.
If you were to actually leap into the tunnel and allow yourself to fall, you would accelerate toward the center to a very high speed. Then you would zoom through the center and start decelerating. You would eventually stop when you reached the tunnel's lip on the other side of the moon, and then you would start falling back down the tunnel in the other direction. You would oscillate back and forth like this forever.
If you could do this on earth, one amazing effect would be the ease of travel. The diameter of the earth is about 12,700 kilometers (7,800 miles). If you drilled the tunnel straight through the center and could create a vacuum inside, anything you dropped into the tunnel would reach the other side of the planet in just 42 minutes!


Source: Howstuffworks

Georgian National Ballet

The Boys (II Men)

Like that time we puzzled pieced ourselves together on that couch that was so small (your head on my stomach, you stayed up all night). Or when I woke up and it was the morning and the first thing I felt was your hand clearing my face of fallen hair that overwhelms me in my sleep (afraid I would suffocate?). They tend to kiss me on my forehead while they think I'm sleeping. You weren't listening to a single word I said (I hope you weren't). Wine made no sense. And I didn't know what was going to come into being next, falling from my lips, coming together like sparks from that big bang. It didn't matter (matter). I smoked cigarettes in your car while you looked at me like I was insane or beautiful(?) Or beautifully insane. And you. I remember you. Opening my eyes, yours hanging six inches away, looking over a sleeping animal (it was really very peaceful), and I thought that was exactly what being in love was.

I remember their eyes.

Pack Up

Pack Up from samanthaleev on 8tracks Radio.

San Francisco Yoga

I call this a toad in the log.

Something like freedom. Something like that's pretty strong for a tea cup ain't it? That guy, wait what was that guys name with the car seat? Did you roll off of that bus when you were sleeping that night? Where did Alice in Wonderland take you? And who will you see before and after you open those eyes? Age or what you did with those years, all those years you were awake verses all those years you were dead. I see your faces in all these videos and we know exactly where you are right here in our moving bodies made up of all the things that is us because of you. Cut your hair and change that face before you step off that next hard grey bird. I HEAR YOU SINGING. I always hear you singing. Something like freedom.

The Best

My favorite band, Thomas Wesley Stern in New York City performing "Don't Put my Whiskey Away." I LOVE THESE BOYS.

Before I Opened my Eyes

I woke up and you were here today.

Before I even opened my eyes.

3,000 miles away and you're still haunting my dreams.
I remember this feeling perfectly because you used to be there every time I closed my eyes and every morning when they opened, and it's that feeling of withering away. And I don't know why you appeared this morning but it was the same as it was when it was killing me. That feeling of (I lost you) and (you're gone) but now I 've learned to comfort myself with that mantra of; !! you do not love me, he does not love you !! Counter-intuitively it makes me feel better rather than worse. It makes it not matter so much and becomes the perfect anestesia for the complete indifference you serve me. But I still love you.

I think I'll always love you. My first disaster. 

Bound for Glory

Directed by Emmett Malloy
3 bands, 6 cities, 1 train, and thousands of miles of track...BIG EASY EXPRESS captures an incredible musical journey. Harkening back to the days of jubilant railroad revivals, of steam and steel, three bands set out in April 2011 to tour America by vintage train. L.A.'s Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros, Nashville boys Old Crow Medicine Show, and Londoners Mumford & Sons climbed aboard amid the massive rail yards of Oakland and set out for New Orleans on a "tour of dreams." Stopping along the way to play sold-out shows in spots as diverse as San Pedro, California, and Marfa, Texas, BIG EASY EXPRESS documents the bands' vibrant railway adventures; the high canyons, joyous crowds, blasted skies, late-night laughter, endless music...and a train that was bound for glory.

Being Awake in Life

I am awake. In life or in fantasy. But there is no difference. Being exactly where you want to be. Is there free will, something to be doing right or something to be doing wrong? Is there inactivity? What is the most common human trait? "Fear or laziness?" We are both, but rising above that gives you a seat in the left side of the car (or right if your from that other far side of the pond). Every person we meet, creation of my imagination? Because I feel incapable of creating that beauty and that awesome story. Collective thought? Do they exist or are they exactly what was necessary with or without my consciousness. Without that consciousness, but existing inside. To know and to understand. You know that feeling when something is familiar but you've never heard it before? That's exactly what I mean. To be composed of everything that is, but to be disconnected from that reality. To be given exactly what you need but not knowing what to do with it. That is inactivity. It happens with a feeling of dispare. Or maybe it's that fear. Those basic inherent "emotions" that are the seed for all the reactions. Fear to anger to inactivity to hopelessness. Love to evolution, to movement to enlightenment.

Where are you? What are you doing? What have you become?

Sitting on the floor in San Francisco. She's on the couch, and we're experiencing THE WAKING LIFE. We have become exactly what we want to be at this moment. Consciously free. Unconsciously slaved but unimportant.

"And every moment was magical...Connecting to all the people. And looking back, that's all that really mattered."

THE WAKING LIFE.

Sun Salutation; Austin

TexasAustin

What a trip. Ended up with lost friends, in exactly the right place. And we're both alive. Don't even remember what it's like to sleep in a bed without you. Six months since we jumped off together. Six more until we see your faces. None of those plans worked out, but everything that fell together in the aftermath blew our minds. What a trip, we saw a meteor shower down in the deep, laying on rocks and none of us moved. The clouds rolled in and we saw the inconsistency and it reminded me of life. We saw the clay pots and the easels, and a man with a face that said be careful. How many bellies did we fill on crumbs in that market? We feel you all the time. I was scared last night and instead of sending anxiety, I tried to send hope and warmth from my body. Remember when I told you I sat alone at eleven and knew all my own flaws? You told me to hold your hand like a friend. And I felt you kiss me on the forehead. But we're in Austin, Texas. Everything behind us lives inside our bodies and who will know the difference after the towns have passed that know our faces? I've noticed we get low to the ground when we need to feel safe. If you could let go of everything you are and choose who you wanted to be, what would you do with it? We'll keep you posted.

I've Seen A Place That Exists

What are you? Wooden home that breathes. I understand what you say, when you tell me Samantha, this phase. But can you see this Truth? When you lay your head down to rest, to escape the agony of being but you're staring at me. Your steady, fixed eyes; yes, I can feel you. Please, you make me nervous when you look at me with those exploding stars, even hidden under that baseball cap. The manic mind and those eyes wide open. Your lips sounding out I Love You from the other side of the dark and I see all the way down. You. Nurturing little wild boy. Loving me better than I love myself.  My mirror, you love me better than I love myself. You angel from above, whose re-met me in each new life. You save me. Your peace and your honey, I know why he loves you. I could never lie to you. Not even through the radio signals that hide your face. But I've seen it age, and I have seen the brillance. No going back, time slips in the aftermath of drug crossed wires. I've seen a place that exists.