Quieting the voices that call for attention,
Without justification.
Little mister ego, thinking he’s bigger than he is,
The same thing goes for little miss id.
Keep it down, I’m trying to reach my quiet place!
Calm and tranquility broken into pieces,
Continuous chatter reverberating in the air,
Like a bell in a tower,
Causing the follicles of my hair
To stand on end.
The dripping of the faucet,
The ringing of the phone,
Exhausts of motorcycles roaring in the street,
Rise above the drone.
Quieting the voices that call for attention,
Without justification,
In my head.
The ones that suggest I should go this way or that,
Sometimes moving in opposition,
Trying to sleep when I want to study,
Or trying work when I want to meditate.
Harmony and balance of mind, body and spirit,
Wouldn’t that be a thing.
Uh… wait a minute,
Now they want to sing!
~ The Voices That Call For Attention…
by Annyash760
Copyright ©2009 Annyash760.
"Be observant and take nothing for granted,” she said.
I watched her as she smoothed a wrinkle from her stockings.
“You will be tripped up by your assumptions, so leave nothing
to chance.”
She blinked her dark brown eyes at me and fluttered her thick
lashes in a comical fashion, before she continued saying,
“Observe, calculate, project and then act, but don’t let appearances
cloud your judgement.”
“How do I do that?” I asked.
She twisted her strong, youthful frame this way and that in front
of me, as if she were checking the drape of her long dress in the
reflection of a non-existent mirror.
“Be patient, watch and listen, not just to the words, but to the
feelings they inspire,” she sighed. Straightening the straps on her
glistening shoulders, she added, “Then observe those feelings, as
if they belonged to someone else. Examine them from all angles
and be sure that you have understood what was said and what you
have witnessed. No assumptions, remember.”
She fussed with the wide brim of her straw hat and glanced down
at her high-heeled shoes.
“Be as neutral as possible,” she stated, “In calculating… this is not
for the sake of trickery, but merely for ensuring that you have not
added falsehoods, nor incorrectly subtracted from the truth of what
was imparted to you, to create an artificial conclusion, based on the
result that YOU would prefer.” She flicked at the curls of her ebony
ponytail and said, “Then, only when you have patiently worked through
everything I have mentioned, then, without reflection or affectation,
or the need for approval… act.”
“That’s good advice,” I commented.
“Yes, but will you follow it?” she inquired, turning to me with a
mischievous smile. “So, how do I look?”
Take Nothing For Granted…
by Annyash760
©2009 Annyash760.
Realign your eyes and place them upon the now,
For tomorrow is not a reality, whereas today is all there is.
Clear your focus, concentrate, pick your goals with care.
Visit the rested place, feel the spaces between notes and words,
Sense the changes with all that you are, slip into the cracks
To find there are universes vast, existing there.
Touch the world lightly, do not crush it between your fingers,
For it is as delicate as the petals of the orchid,
And just as rich in color and variety and aroma.
Savor each moment, taste it, do not devour it whole,
Take such dainty sips, one and then another,
Absorb, enhance, embrace the burst of glorious flavor
Exploding within your consciousness.
Realign your eyes and place them upon the now,
Lift your gaze from the spinning wheel
And train it upon your finer choices.
Be alert, however, voices will call to you from the mist,
Calling you back into the fog of sleep,
Be alert!
The voices are those of strangers, no longer known to you,
But you are awakened, sleep no longer covers your eyes,
They are realigned and placed upon the now.
- Realignment
by Annyash760
Copyright ©2009 Annyash760. All Rights Reserved.
The Team on Fringe in: “Since There Is More Than One of Everything” ...as NEVER seen on Fringe, Season One.
A tribute to my favorite characters from Fringe.
Agent Dunham and Astrid in the Harvard Lab.
Peter Bishop walks into Walter’s Harvard laboratory followed by FBI Agent Phillip Broyles and Special Agent Olivia Dunham. Astrid is working at her computer, while Walter Bishop is standing in the middle of the lab staring into space. His eyes have a glazed look to them and his pupils are dilated.
Peter: Walter? WALTER!
Walter: Hmm?
Peter: Walter, why’re you wearing women’s underwear in the lab?
Walter: Would you rather I did this back at the hotel?
Astrid: He’s been standing there like that, for two hours… Walter? Why are you wearing women’s lingerie in the lab?
Walter: I’m examining the potential effects of sensory deprivation, caused by wearing a thong, on my ability to open a portal into an alternate universe.
Peter: Huh?
Agent Broyles: I thought you’d already built a device that did that.
Walter: I did, but this is so much better.
Agent Dunham: I think I’m having another bout of déja vu.
by Annyash760 - Tributes 2009
“The Woman Abstracted”
A Digital Concept
by Annyash B. Sheriff
See full image in Gallery
I dreamt that…
I saw and felt the colors of the flowers swimming before my eyes. Thousands of shades and hues that suddenly exploded into millions of particles of colored light. The light surrounded us...the aroma… I couldn’t help but give in to what I was seeing as the particles appeared and disappeared in sharp energetic bursts. They collided with each other, brushed against my skin like tiny soap bubbles and passed though me with an ever increasing speed until I lost all sense of solidity. I became like those paricles of light moving at high speed and ever changing…
I dreamt it… but I was awake…
I Dreamt That…
by Annyash760
©2009
Texting, ppl on the cell,
My pod’s in a dither,
I think I’m in hell.
20,000 tunes and 5,000 pix,
My circle of 5 so wants to be six.
Apprehensive today coz tweet’s on the fritz…
Vime-o me a video,
Utoob me your show,
Of belly dancing robots,
And cats on the piano.
OMG! What a mess,
I got street-mapped with my dog in a dress.
Encoded my DNA yesterday, using css… What!!!?
Huloo helps me catch up on TV,
Reality sucks,
Hey look, a show about me!
New stars come and go everyday,
I want to blog, and have my say.
Total validation at I Am Nation! Yay!
The book of faces,
And spaces of mine,
Games and apps to keep u realtime.
Digital snaps will journal your trip,
It’s a free for all, ah that’s just sick.
Travel the world on a pogo stick… Er, that’s just bizarre…
We’ll go online to shop and to read,
All the info I want through my rss feeds.
Oh no!
Now the goog’s all amuddle,
My email’s snarled up.
My browser froze and my saves are all stuck.
Hummph!
Don’t u just luv it when tech runs amuck...
Amuck Time…
By Annyash760
Copyright ©2009 Annyash760. All Rights Reserved.
“Consumables: Syrup”
By Annyash760
A Tribute to The Mass-Produced Genetically Altered Foodstuffs of The New Millennium
“There is no point in wishing that things could be different, they are what they are and you’ll have to live with it.”
“But I can’t eat genetically altered food, it makes me feel bad...”
“What do you mean?”
“I get pains in my back, my joints are stiff and I feel itchy all over my neck.”
“Something to do with aging?”
“Hey thanks, I just turned twenty-six!”
“Are you sure you aren’t just imagining all this?”
“Totally sure.”
“Maybe you should see a doctor.”
“Hah, hah!”
“What’s so funny?”
“The last time I did that, the doc told me to stop eating whatever it was in my diet that caused that effect. I totally cut everything out and wound up living on bottled water, baked potatoes and spinach for three weeks… By the fourth week I was emaciated and totally suffering from malnutrition… But the pains went away and I didn’t itch anymore!”
“OMG! You are so weird!”
“Eat, Drink and Be Itchy!”
By Annyash760
Why does my bread fall butter side down,
Is it physics or fate that keeps us around.
Are we fallen angels that touched the ground,
Lost our wings, now all we hear is the sound.
Of our bread falling butter side down…
Fall Butter Side Down By Annyash760
