tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23449027320933959642012-02-16T06:56:42.143-08:00These are the thoughts of Allison Gibbs.Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-7092038433476494682011-11-16T05:30:00.001-08:002011-11-16T05:36:27.024-08:00<p><br /></p><p>We all have defined truths<br /><br />Though they may be as in flux as a rapid river</p><br /><p>What is your truth?</p><br /><p>My truth is that I know that no matter what transpires<br /><br />That i can always trust myself.<br /><br />I can hold my own heart</p><br /><p>Too often we disallow ourselves to resonate<br /><br />To exist outside of this physical existence<br /><br />We replicate the energy of others<br /><br />And void the symbiotic relationship with us and ourselves</p><br /><p>I think intuition is that voice of our source<br /><br />It has never led me astray<br /><br />And i understand its value</p><br /><p>But how to we stay in communion with our heart?<br /><br />How do u stay strong amidst adversity?<br /><br />Or even worse<br /><br />When you are out tune with yourself?</p><br /><p>Sometimes I fall out of love with humanity<br /><br />I have such a deep compassion for people and nature that at times I lose connection with myself and fall into a dark space.<br /><br />I recognize that the negative energy induced is my disconnection from my nature</p><br /><p>I think many of us live almost solely in our heads.<br /><br />The beauty of existen e is learning to take your internal source and illuminating.</p><br /><p>Listen to your intuition, feel completely, and resonate your heart.<br /><br />No matter the verbal exchange, or your "failures"<br /><br />Realize its all learning to stay in tune with yourself while living in this skin.</p><br /><p>Good luck</p><br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;">Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-709203843347649468?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-17450182749918051082011-10-27T18:29:00.000-07:002011-10-27T18:43:05.555-07:00<div>Sometimes I look in the mirror and dont recognize the face looking back at me</div><div>its weird</div><div>its like I have never seen this image before</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I find comfort in the absurdity of it</div><div>and sometimes it scares me</div><div>as if early memory loss has set in</div><div><br /></div><div>I see every morning as a new experience</div><div>and every new face in the mirror as an opportunity to redefine it</div><div>to relive an existence that never took place</div><div>and that may never come to fruition</div><div><br /></div><div>Every day we are remade</div><div>well, externally</div><div>our essence is constant</div><div><br /></div><div>but we have new opportunities every day</div><div>I know this because for the longest time I refused those opportunities</div><div>I shyed away from nurturing that face in the mirror.</div><div><br /></div><div>I left her as an image</div><div>as this stranger that I said good morning to for those years</div><div>I became numb</div><div>and the only thing that created reaction was to see that unknown creature in the mirror</div><div><br /></div><div>It took so long to embrace that face</div><div>to reawaken to my own strength</div><div>to feel pride</div><div><br /></div><div>I have remarked on my change frequently in these writings.</div><div>My transcendence</div><div>my awakening of sorts.</div><div><br /></div><div>That stranger saved me</div><div>She was always there</div><div>waiting for me to truly see her</div><div><br /></div><div>as weird as all of this metaphor sounds-</div><div>I saved myself</div><div>We all do </div><div>we- our essence- our spirit- our passion</div><div>can salvage any "broken" aspect within ourselves.</div><div>We create our destiny</div><div>we choose our fate </div><div><br /></div><div>I choose life</div><div>I choose the other side of the river</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-1745018274991805108?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-69284374335241827582011-09-29T12:40:00.000-07:002011-09-29T12:53:48.832-07:00Sometimes I feel like Gravity works against me<div>I like floating in the clouds- idealistic and in love with existence</div><div><br /></div><div>but every so oftern </div><div>That damned phenomena-</div><div>Gravity-</div><div>Forces me down</div><div>imploring with the negative impulses of perceptive life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel chained to it sometimes</div><div>and it generates a distaste in me</div><div>where I feel like I cant escape it</div><div>As if it binds with its force</div><div>and my wrists are stained with burst capillaries below my skin.</div><div><br /></div><div>My spirit fights it</div><div>and after a while,</div><div>I am slumped- and broken to the fight</div><div>and I become part of the world-</div><div>succomming to the temptations to perpetuate my own unhappiness.</div><div><br /></div><div>When you are worn out</div><div>How do you generate the strength to stand up?</div><div><br /></div><div>When I typed that I imagined a man sitting with no legs.</div><div>slumped against a brick wall</div><div>and I remembered when I was told stories of how those with no legs can still sense the legs that don't exist</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember some philosophers saying that that sensation is proof of a soul.</div><div><br /></div><div>And it connected just now.</div><div>Just because you don't have something doesn't mean you can't sense it</div><div>It doesn't mean that it doesn't necessarily exist.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I feel broken and my wrists ache</div><div>When I feel like Im in bondage</div><div><br /></div><div>You can't harp on it.</div><div>You cant focus on the negative</div><div><br /></div><div>There is a beauty in those bruises</div><div>For that pain in your wrists- that exhaustion-</div><div>you know what that was???</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>IT WAS YOUR EFFORT</div><div>It was your voice.</div><div>What a conviction do I have if I am willing to fight so hard?</div><div><br /></div><div>The recognition of your strength should be enough for you to realize that it isn't the force binding you-</div><div><br /></div><div>Its your acceptance of it and your tuning to it.</div><div>When you tune to the negative of this world- you absorb it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life is full of ups and downs.</div><div>Struggles and pitfalls.</div><div><br /></div><div>But when you find yourself in a pit</div><div>remind yourself of the mountains you were on not long ago.</div><div><br /></div><div>Trust in your strength.</div><div>Recognize your fight within</div><div>Embrace it</div><div>Accept that not everything flows freely, </div><div>and sometimes Gravity snags you so you can appreciate yourself and who you are.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you life's challenges</div><div>you are building me</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-6928437433524182758?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-1922056084603224442011-08-22T13:59:00.000-07:002011-08-22T14:15:14.284-07:00Ive been carrying corpses with me this whole time<div>Corpses of empty promises,</div><div>unrealistic expectations</div><div>and relationships that would never work out.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Ive been holding onto potential futures that can never be</div><div> <br /></div><div>and the funny thing?</div><div>I knew deep down that they would never come to fruition.</div><div> <br /></div><div>But I kept the ghost of a good thing.</div><div>I let the hope kiss my eyes shut at night</div><div>and awaken me in the morning.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Its all an illusion.</div><div> <br /></div><div>No one can hold my heart</div><div>Im elusive</div><div>I don't like consistency</div><div>and I can't hold onto something, someone, or myself with my hands behind me</div><div>dragging hopeless futures</div><div>pulling these decaying bodies of impossible futures.</div><div> <br /></div><div>I've grown an infection from this</div><div>Ive bound myself for too long</div><div>that my wrists are cut and infected</div><div> <br /></div><div>This stench resonates and produces a direct observation of my misdirection</div><div>and I need an antiseptic</div><div> <br /></div><div>I don't want this anymore</div><div>Im letting go.</div><div>Im giving up these ghosts.</div><div>letting them dissipate into the once believed past and non existent future.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Im releasing that desire.</div><div>And opening myself to a new adventure.</div><div> <br /></div><div>we dont need anything.</div><div> <br /></div><div>I just need me.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Nothin can stop this heart</div><div>this beat that keeps me moving.</div><div>What a beautiful sound.</div><div> <br /></div><div>So I will just lay</div><div>and listen to it</div><div>and remind myself that I am not the corpse I carry</div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-192205608460322444?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-10632064098765311592011-08-03T21:26:00.000-07:002011-08-03T21:34:14.107-07:00I fear I have lost myself again<div>lost in the waves of deadlines and office life</div><div>lost in the waves of campaigning</div><div><br /></div><div>long hours</div><div>no sunlight</div><div><br /></div><div>and sometimes all I desire is to hear a voice</div><div>to hear my family</div><div>to know how my sister is doing</div><div><br /></div><div>Just one utterance from my best friend could revive my spirit</div><div>the days are sticking together like pages in a book.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need an outlet</div><div>I need a semblance of myself</div><div><br /></div><div>I have given all of myself this past month.</div><div>almost all of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I am venting in these words all of my out of tune frustration</div><div>and hoping that all that is left is my nature</div><div>purified </div><div>back to old me</div><div><br /></div><div>You have to make time for what you want</div><div>you have to try</div><div>because if you dont try for yourself?</div><div>who will?</div><div><br /></div><div>time to get back in line.</div><div><br /></div><div>time to get to the heart of the matter </div><div>and cleanse out this funk</div><div><br /></div><div>here we go.....</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-1063206409876531159?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-70860676651259018372011-07-30T12:13:00.000-07:002011-07-30T12:21:23.246-07:00<div>My heart is bursting</div><div>I assume its the awakening of my spirit</div><div>and not a heart attack</div><div>though I think both are life changing</div><div><br /></div><div>I have this morbid understanding of existence.</div><div>I see beauty in every trauma or rainstorm</div><div>Most are just misunderstandings.</div><div>Most are illusions</div><div><br /></div><div>I refuse to accept defeat</div><div>in any aspect of my life</div><div>even if I am initiaing my own undoing.</div><div><br /></div><div>No thing can break me</div><div>no one can harm me unless I allow them to</div><div>and I am vigilant</div><div><br /></div><div>but what of love?</div><div>what of that fluttering heart?</div><div>how does one open without breaking?</div><div><br /></div><div>I would argue its all about your perception</div><div>if you refuse to believe in the breaking and see it as a transition in life and a cyclical evolution</div><div>there is only openess</div><div><br /></div><div>never say die</div><div>always perceive it as a learning lesson.</div><div>Understand what you need</div><div>grow</div><div>and enhance yourself through tribulation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lets awaken</div><div>lets respect ourselves</div><div>it all lies in that.</div><div>accept who you are</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7086067665125901837?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-62164272543400846362011-07-30T11:48:00.000-07:002011-07-30T11:54:50.835-07:00One more hour.<div>Its all I ask for.</div><div><br /></div><div>ITs hard to find the time to stop </div><div>and listen to your own heartbeat.</div><div><br /></div><div>It scares me.</div><div>The initial thought of time with oneself is frightening </div><div>to sit- alone</div><div>listening to the thoughts </div><div>to listen to the thinker</div><div><br /></div><div>Once I invest that time, </div><div>I cant help but wish I had one more hour.</div><div>Like I am my own soul mate</div><div>that feeling in your gut when someone you care so deeply for is about to leave.</div><div>That longing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I have a love affair with myself</div><div>not in the pretentious sense</div><div>There is a big difference to love onself </div><div>and hyperbolizing false love for the adoration of others</div><div><br /></div><div>I truly love who I am.</div><div>What I feel</div><div>My conviction and altruistic affectations</div><div><br /></div><div>Though its hard at times</div><div>to face my faults</div><div>the circumstances where my intent is superceded with fear based action.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I myself default</div><div>on promises</div><div>on love</div><div>on outstretching self invented barriers</div><div>on communication</div><div><br /></div><div>But the resonation of my heart will be heard first.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-6216427254340084636?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-88860452758596330062011-07-02T01:55:00.001-07:002011-07-02T02:06:35.234-07:00I am learning life lessons every day. <div>It sriveting.</div><div>and wonderous.</div><div>the good and the bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>For its the 'bad' that teaches us lessons</div><div>about both ourselves and others.</div><div>The good is a blessing in filling those moments of laughter and joy</div><div>The beauty in waking</div><div>The beauty in love</div><div><br /></div><div>I dont know what I want</div><div>And I guess its taken 28 years to come to that conclusion</div><div>and what an empty conclusion to come to after all I have experienced.<br /><br /></div><div>But I see hope in it.</div><div>Its that black void that I am in</div><div>that allows for any possibility to manifest.</div><div><br /></div><div>All possibilities are open to me.</div><div>and I have always swayed with the breeze.</div><div><br /></div><div>I saw a baby bird struggling in a parking lot today.</div><div>I took it in to the neighborhood bar where we fed it water through a straw.</div><div>It was so sweet.</div><div>So gentle</div><div>We placed him into a to go box (open of course) and put him outside the door of the humane society.</div><div><br /></div><div>Im worried about that little bird</div><div>worried that he is all alone.</div><div>worried that he died in the night.</div><div><br /></div><div>I left him with a peck to the head</div><div>and a farewell wishing of safety.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gah, I hope he is ok.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I realize in that</div><div>that I care more about the well being of that bird than I do of my own similar struggles.</div><div>'I have such a deep love for this world</div><div>such compasion for all its inhabitants</div><div><br /></div><div>I had more of a definitive decision in what to do with that bird than what to do with my life.</div><div>What does that say?</div><div><br /></div><div>Its unclear to me at this time.</div><div>but I recognize it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess that is the first step of attaining aloneness and gaining perspective.</div><div>We shall see what epiphanies are in store.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-8886045275859633006?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-27915988499357271082011-06-07T04:12:00.000-07:002011-06-07T04:23:43.469-07:00Is amazed by people everyday.<div><br /></div><div>I try to awaken with a smile and a laugh as to set the day in motion.</div><div>Not the force of a laugh, but something that triggers my brain to gush out that full hearty laugh that echoes the walls and shakes my heart into a jovial pulse.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been given many of these over the past few months thanks to a few people in my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am so blessed to have these people in my life.</div><div>They brighten my heart and resonate in my soul.</div><div>They are the sunlight that kisses my eyelids awake</div><div><br /></div><div>They represent the parts of us that change civilizations.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for being that for me.</div><div>Its been a tough year.</div><div>There were times that I didn't think I would make it out </div><div>Times that I woke with swollen eyes and tear stained pillows</div><div><br /></div><div>Meditation has given me insight</div><div>Yoga has reconditioned my body</div><div>And amazing people have awakened the old me</div><div>The naturally optimistic parts of me</div><div>The inherent me.</div><div><br /></div><div>The past 9 months have given me insight that I needed</div><div>that I haven't given myself time to understand or delve into.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel comfortable with myself</div><div>and with you</div><div><br /></div><div>Its nice to see yourself blossom.</div><div>Its funny to me and I chuckle as I think about it.</div><div>Its like a phoenix.</div><div>rising from the ashes of who we create ourselves to be without knowing it</div><div><br /></div><div>The true beauty of a person is their inherent intuitive presence.</div><div>when we shed work, expectations, others expectations, and fear<br /><br /></div><div>When we just are.</div><div><br /></div><div>Who are you when you get to the source?</div><div>Who are you in the now?</div><div>In this moment?</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to get to know that person</div><div>that isnt afraid to shed</div><div>to feel</div><div>to be openly expressive</div><div><br /></div><div>Lets stop hiding</div><div>lets awaken</div><div>lets rise as a phoenix</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-2791598849935727108?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-30505335354611050642011-04-19T17:10:00.000-07:002011-04-19T17:26:37.497-07:00Im disappointed today.<div>I never thought I would ever say that word</div><div>or experience that sensation</div><div><br /></div><div>I can honestly say I have never felt that way about anyone beyond myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>And maybe I expect more from people.</div><div>And that may be a fault of mine.</div><div><br /></div><div>I believe in honesty</div><div>and I have spent my limited lifetime configuring my voice</div><div>to express what is in my heart</div><div>the love for humanity</div><div>the affinity and appreciation for those close to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>and in this moment it seems pinched.</div><div><br /></div><div>Im fumbling over words in my head.</div><div>Having trouble classifying this feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div>I miss the ocean.</div><div>I miss standing, sand between my toes</div><div>releasing the weight in my chest.</div><div><br /></div><div>Allowing it to escape through my pores. </div><div>I miss the sound of the waves</div><div>the salty breeze</div><div>I can close my eyes and be there</div><div><br /></div><div>but instead I sit at this coffee shop</div><div>perplexed</div><div>watching the biplanes escape over the mountains.</div><div>anticipating my next climb.</div><div><br /></div><div>this will have to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>I find myself swayed by the mountain air</div><div>calming my frustration</div><div>and rocking me to a lull.</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe that sensation is fleeting</div><div>Its not in my nature to be disappointed.</div><div>Its so funny how it comes in with such intensity</div><div>but whithers quickly as i contemplate the why's and origins of this feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe introspection into negative sensations allows for them to die sooner.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Sedona.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-3050533535461105064?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-42878664415265033872011-04-16T13:33:00.000-07:002011-04-16T13:42:30.891-07:00There is this hairy (grassy) mountain here in sedona<div>you can see cars pushing up it in 45 degree angles.</div><div><br /></div><div>I sat yesterday and watched them criss cross against it, then fade into the unknown of the top.</div><div>I imagined that the top was the ascension Plato described in the cave.</div><div>Maybe the true cave is this reality.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't honestly know.</div><div>But its fun to hypothesize </div><div><br /></div><div>I sat thinking about the cars, and their patterns.</div><div>I found myself filling with frustration at it.</div><div>Why?</div><div>Why get worked up over something so impersonal?</div><div><br /></div><div>I recall saying out loud....</div><div>"I dont want to drive my life up the mountains of life.</div><div> I want to feel the earth between my fingernails.</div><div> I want to climb it.</div><div>I want my life to be this vivid declaration of love</div><div>where the work is shown through my perspiration</div><div><br /></div><div>I meditated on that and recognized that I have always felt that way</div><div>I have lived life with passion and I will continue to.</div><div><br /></div><div>Loving these epiphanies. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-4287866441526503387?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-90149207274300054772011-04-15T18:01:00.000-07:002011-04-16T02:17:26.894-07:00Is it possible to move on?<div>to move past who we once were</div><div>to evolve?</div><div><br /></div><div>To evolve past relationships, people, situations that used to once make us so happy</div><div>so enthralled?</div><div>Or is it a capturing?</div><div>Do we carry these ppl and images of memories with us?</div><div><br /></div><div>and if so, is that why my back hurts so much?</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I feel like some memories chase me. </div><div>That I attempted to cut them,</div><div>but they are continuously texting me</div><div><br /></div><div>like that cold that wont leave your skin.</div><div>those cold nights that infect your bones</div><div>and you would do anything to alleviate that aching in the tendons</div><div><br /></div><div>I love these days</div><div>staring at a red mountahin</div><div>writing these words as they come</div><div>feeling the sun kiss my back. </div><div>as if it is embracing me from behind.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am in love with this world. </div><div>maybe thsi is why I am alone.</div><div>I am already having a love affair.</div><div><br /></div><div>I nestle in the moons gaze</div><div>wake up to the suns kisses</div><div>and spend the day reading in trees, by the water, or on a mountain.</div><div><br /></div><div>I sometimes don't feel that any man could love me like this.</div><div>And as I have said- it will take a very special man to stop me on this adventure.</div><div><br /></div><div>and though I love this part of my life, </div><div>I cant wait to experience a love like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>We shall see what transpires, but none the less,</div><div>I am loving this journey.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-9014920727430005477?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-32809108812598460532011-04-08T23:30:00.000-07:002011-04-08T23:43:16.718-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYgA23H3A4A/TZ__35XrwiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MG2Z_7CiQYY/s1600/waterpump.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYgA23H3A4A/TZ__35XrwiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MG2Z_7CiQYY/s320/waterpump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593470597975491106" /></a><br />The words spill from my lips<div>and my brain pumps these melodic ramblings forth</div><div>like the pressure and gushing from an old fashioned watering pump</div><div>and these words are sweet as they purse from my lips</div><div><br /></div><div>Time has stopped existing for me as of late</div><div>the linear nature I once understood is but imaginary now</div><div>and it throws me off</div><div>i find myself not caring about it</div><div>as if it never mattered</div><div><br /></div><div>as if we put so much importance on time</div><div>we busy ourselves so much </div><div>but do we do it to fill that void of time?</div><div><br /></div><div>How much of what we do is to push that clock forward?</div><div>are we living just enough to fill the time between sleep?</div><div><br /></div><div>Are we enjoying our lives?</div><div>Are we filling out lives with love or are we just buffering our lives until death embraces us?</div><div><br /></div><div>The problem all along was me.</div><div>It was not appreciating the time I was in now.</div><div>Focused on the past, finding a sense of closure</div><div>Searching in the darkness looking for that light switch.</div><div>focusing on the future of whether I would find it or not.</div><div>Spending all that effort and time on other states of being.</div><div><br /></div><div>Its the now that is important.</div><div>Nothing else necessarily exists.</div><div>Do you see that?</div><div><br /></div><div>It isnt "well I have time to kill before X"</div><div>It is doing what you feel led to now.</div><div>The prior fills one with worry and anxiety.</div><div>the latter? Joy.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am not looking forward to tomorrow.</div><div>Planning to hike, and its supposed to snow.</div><div>Imagine my disappointment.</div><div>That is one outlook.</div><div><br /></div><div>Its time to retune our minds</div><div>Its about damn time that we embrace where we are and what we are dealt.</div><div>There is no looking forward- there just is now.</div><div><br /></div><div>We exist in this moment.</div><div>Lets embrace it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-3280910881259846053?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-13176215668616244092011-03-16T19:50:00.000-07:002011-03-16T20:04:04.923-07:00Its starting to show<div><br /></div><div>That all I see scares me.</div><div>That we all live in bubbles</div><div>beautiful plasma based bubbles</div><div><br /></div><div>But I am not a fan of boundaries</div><div>whether it be created by a state</div><div>..........or a state of mind</div><div><br /></div><div>We have the freedom to roam,</div><div>even if its in our minds eye</div><div><br /></div><div>I wont be controlled</div><div>even if its by myself</div><div>Even if I am the one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">shackling</span> myself</div><div>bound to old paradigms</div><div>and old fashioned expectations</div><div><br /></div><div>I wont live behind a picket fence</div><div>and I wont ask how your day was</div><div>but I will love loyally</div><div>because this conviction wont end</div><div>It wont end at 5PM</div><div>no matter the area code</div><div><br /></div><div>and it won't stop on Saturdays</div><div>because the beauty id that this conviction isn't purely political</div><div>the conviction contains love</div><div>it contains my heart and its devotion</div><div> </div><div>I cant be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">quantitated</span> in value</div><div>whether it be pounds, value, or time.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> unconventional</div><div>I don't fit into aprons</div><div>though I would delight in giving</div><div><br /></div><div>so lets transcend</div><div>lets get on a higher vibration</div><div>lets love </div><div>without <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pre</span> existing standards.</div><div><br /></div><div>lets burst the safety zones of our bubbles</div><div>and come out from behind our curtains</div><div>behind the visage we so fearfully hide behind</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-1317621566861624409?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-27901911870898772532011-02-26T18:02:00.000-08:002011-02-26T18:16:25.211-08:00Its time<div>time to dispose of the past</div><div>time to live for myself</div><div><br /></div><div>If I was honest about what the problem is</div><div>I would have to say it was me</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't live up to what others want</div><div>I don't believe in hiding oneself</div><div>I don't believe in shrouds</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't live up to expectations</div><div>I won't</div><div>I can only exude that which is in my heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>and my heart is naive, romantic,</div><div>and endless in giving love</div><div>entwined with a soft voice</div><div><br /></div><div>I live in my own head</div><div>and I am learning to express my heart</div><div>it is summoned and it seems to skip my voicebox and is expressed through my eyes</div><div>in water based expression</div><div><br /></div><div>Or on this paper</div><div><br /></div><div>When does patience pick up?</div><div>When does ones heart resonate in the minds of others?</div><div><br /></div><div>How do you completely express yourself while jumbling over the words to express it?</div><div><br /></div><div>Does action dictate ones intent?</div><div>What if Intent dominates, but the action doesnt express it?</div><div><br /></div><div>I am love</div><div>We are love</div><div><br /></div><div>So when does the satisfaction of that begin?</div><div><br /></div><div>When will we see that we can't live up to what others want of us?</div><div>That we have to be enough for ourselves?</div><div><br /></div><div>That who we are eminates existence?</div><div><br /></div><div>Life is about more than others expectations</div><div>And I choose Happiness.</div><div>That is it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am goofy</div><div>I am loveable</div><div>and I love being happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not to ignore problems, but use happiness to work through them.</div><div>Lets get on a higher vibration.</div><div>I am choosing to do so.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lets fulfill ourselves, then disperse it to others</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-2790191187089877253?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-81834813514179669622011-02-24T19:38:00.001-08:002011-02-24T19:52:14.872-08:00Sometimes we question ourselves.<div>Our inherent selves</div><div>that which thrives within us,</div><div>sometimes exposing itself, sometimes hidden like a turtle- hidden in its shell</div><div><br /></div><div>That is- until we see things like I saw today</div><div>I was so moved I teared up.</div><div>headphones in- on my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">elliptical</span></div><div>I was crying at the gym</div><div><br /></div><div>not tears of frustration or pain</div><div>but of beauty</div><div>I was moved at what I saw on that screen.</div><div><br /></div><div>We are awakening.</div><div>All of us</div><div>We saw it in the streets of Egypt.</div><div>We see it in Libya</div><div>We are seeing a wave</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">That</span> is- if we open our eyes</div><div>If we cleanse out the fear that keeps us in that shell</div><div>If we ignore the scare tactics and pain</div><div>and consequence.</div><div><br /></div><div>We create our own consequence.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">No one</span> could induce anymore pain than we place on ourselves</div><div><br /></div><div>But lets wipe the fear away and see <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ourselves</span> for what we truly are.</div><div>we are revolutionary</div><div>we are individually the future.</div><div><br /></div><div>But will it take Egypt to move us?</div><div>to awaken us out of this self <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">deprecating</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">psychosis</span>?</div><div>Will it take others to awaken our inner spirits?</div><div><br /></div><div>To be proud of our brothers and sisters over there?</div><div>When will we stand up</div><div>When do we learn to love through voicing our hearts?</div><div>When do we fight with LOVE?</div><div><br /></div><div>I am done placating </div><div>I am done silently passing through the masses hoping to find one of us.</div><div>I am done with the group mentality.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am here to demonstrate LOVE</div><div><br /></div><div>We are awakening</div><div>Lets awaken our hearts, our minds, and our souls to LOVE</div><div>to uniting with others </div><div>To not being the status <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Quo</span></div><div><br /></div><div>We are all worth it.</div><div>You are worth it</div><div>I am worth it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am escaping from my shell.</div><div>Its time to come completely out of our comforts </div><div>and expose our beauty</div><div>Our love</div><div>Ourselves</div><div><br /></div><div>Lets stand united.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-8183481351417966962?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-75579040359030786792011-02-20T16:58:00.000-08:002011-02-20T17:22:00.335-08:00Why is this pain in my chest?<div>Why do my dreams fulfill my spirit more than my waking days?</div><div><br /></div><div>What is purpose and how do we find it?</div><div>Since I was young I was told by others that I was destined for greatness.</div><div>Well, where is it?</div><div>Where is the abundance?</div><div><br /></div><div>Why is my heart bursting with love, good intentions, and this beautifully delicious scent?</div><div>But yet, it cant escape my lips or play out in daily life?</div><div><br /></div><div>Why am I surrounded by millions of people and yet feel so alone?</div><div>Moved by this sky, this life, this view....</div><div>but feel as though I experience it alone?</div><div><br /></div><div>I am often asked, "how can you have 4000 friends and still feel lonely?"</div><div>Sometimes our hearts and our heads disagree.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes life throws us curveballs, surprising us--- even if we have asked for it all along.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life is opening up to me, sometimes as a casket and sometimes as a cocoon</div><div><br /></div><div>Its full of unknowns.</div><div><br /></div><div>I created the intent that I am ready and open to receive.</div><div>Then the Tower came.</div><div>And though right now is my floating stage, I still can't swim.</div><div><br /></div><div>How does one keep their brains away from their hearts?</div><div>How do you keep the pain from seeping into the muscles?</div><div>How does one remain positive when you awaken to the idea that you really don't Know what you want?</div><div>I guess its similar to when someone tells you they don't want you...</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe that is when, yeah loneliness will come, and sure- you may feel alone.</div><div>But that is the lower mind talking.</div><div>That is the fear coming out.</div><div><br /></div><div>And maybe while one is seeing that loneliness as a somber event, it is truly a time to open and take that time to sit with yourself.</div><div>Sit</div><div>wait</div><div>close your eyes and see what your heart wants.</div><div><br /></div><div>The longest hardest part of my life has begun. </div><div>Forget the last year, forget relationship status, forget illness, forget the basics that would jar life...</div><div>Forcing oneself to take an introspection is the hardest thing one can do. </div><div><br /></div><div>How do we accept this with love?</div><div>How can we help one another not to feel loneliness?</div><div><br /></div><div>Just thoughts, any help would be appreciated.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7557904035903078679?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-6594639257212629062011-02-14T22:30:00.000-08:002011-02-14T22:31:20.407-08:00Something to always remember:<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Intend for everything to work out as it should, then let go and allow opportunities and openings to come your way. <div>Intention is much more powerful when it comes from a place of contentment than if it arises from a sense of lack or need. Stay centered and refuse to be influenced by others doubts or criticisms. </div><div>Your higher self knows that everything is all right and will be all right, even without knowing the details or timing of what will happen.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-659463925721262906?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-66593344255988772112011-02-02T18:00:00.000-08:002011-02-02T18:15:07.074-08:00this night cloaks me<div>I sit, chai latte to my left</div><div>Typing out my heart</div><div>in black stick letters</div><div>letters composing words, that reach my brain formulating pictures, memories, emotions</div><div><br /></div><div>Odd how life is so harmonious with our hearts</div><div>Even the struggle, even the bad</div><div>We allow the world to showcase our inner hearts to ourselves.</div><div>What you see is the universe responding to your essence.</div><div><br /></div><div>Its like we are free falling into ourselves.</div><div><br /></div><div>Changes and fluctuations come and go in our lives.</div><div>The beauty of it is to embrace those changes.</div><div><br /></div><div>to love that sensation of change.</div><div>to evoke heart</div><div>to be true to yourself</div><div><br /></div><div>For the change is awakening the deepest parts of yourself</div><div>Parts of me that I never knew existed.</div><div>Like a release of my true self</div><div><br /></div><div>That young 19 year old that was naive but giving to the point of losing everything.</div><div>That woman that wasnt hurt, that didn't know what harm was</div><div>To be truly vulnerable again</div><div>That is all I ever wanted</div><div><br /></div><div>And that is what I now have.</div><div><br /></div><div>Reputation is a facade,</div><div>who is able to open themselves completely to existence? </div><div>All of us, that is who</div><div>But who can open themselves completely to others?</div><div>ah</div><div>well, that takes insight, and a deeper understanding of existence</div><div><br /></div><div>It is what it means to truly live</div><div><br /></div><div>Are we truly living?</div><div>I choose yes</div><div><br /></div><div>moving past the pain, anger, transgressions</div><div>and onto light.</div><div>onto love</div><div><br /></div><div>Onward</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-6659334425598877211?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-12713538364855019982010-12-04T00:06:00.000-08:002010-12-04T00:16:12.302-08:00I lay on my roof tonight<br />counting stars<br />and wishing on those that fail to shoot in the sky<br /><br />Why have I never seen a shooting star?<br />Are my wishes being overlooked?<br />Am I not meant to wish on falling stars?<br /><br />I don't think I would wish on a falling star<br />reminds me of that puff the magic dragon episode.<br />little johnny paper<br />here it is: (starting at 2:45) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCNbtlbrx5o&amp;feature=related<br /><br />I don't want to wish fortune on somethings misfortune<br /><br />But I digress<br /><br />that moon<br />its awkward smile caresses my soul<br /><br />I feel its breath<br />and it knows me well<br />for I come out here often as of late.<br />absorbing its energy<br />and understanding that this crisp night will produce all the love and good i will need<br />I will ever need<br /><br />but is that enough?<br />are we enough for ourselves?<br /><br />I am not so sure on either point.<br />this will take some thinking<br />but I know my heart yearns to share this night with someone<br /><br />someone that can appreciate it<br />and the way in which I see life, the night, and existence<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-1271353836485501998?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-90395073994459230212010-11-23T15:05:00.000-08:002010-11-23T15:12:49.539-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HooseVg-2k/TOxKaeX0DaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VldgYr81Ngw/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HooseVg-2k/TOxKaeX0DaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VldgYr81Ngw/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542887060076236194" border="0" /></a><br />I am ascending from the cave.<br />Again.<br /><br />My future is blurry.<br />inconsistent, wavering<br />like a mirage in the distance.<br /><br />But this wind calms me, cools me down<br />cloaks me in its crisp blanket<br /><br />and I stood in it. Arms outstretched- eyes closed<br />taking it in.<br />evoking that child inside of me<br /><br />the young woman that takes life by the horns<br />and is ok with the unknown<br />relying on fate<br />and trusting existence.<br /><br />We lose trust in ourselves and our environment sometimes<br />attempting to control who we think we should be.<br />maybe we aren't what we believe we 'should be'<br />maybe who we are is more beautiful than that pseudo reality.<br /><br />I want to break the chains I have placed on myself.<br />the limitations<br />the 'should's and forceful words<br />that make it easy to package me in a 3 worded box.<br /><br />lets stop producing labels<br />and start evoking the power and love within- no matter how it is perceived<br />no matter how geeky or stupid it may seem to others<br /><br />Its time to shine<br />Its time for my eyes to get used to the brilliance of the sun- the good.<br /><br />Its time to come out from hiding.<br />this is me- exposed<br />this is the good, the bad, the vulnerable<br /><br />This is my completeness<br /><br /><br />Take it or leave it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-9039507399445923021?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-78075643837506393542010-11-21T21:05:00.000-08:002010-11-22T09:05:38.421-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HooseVg-2k/TOqi0VllLJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LokK3yeIizQ/s1600/157426_620966179_4018498_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HooseVg-2k/TOqi0VllLJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LokK3yeIizQ/s320/157426_620966179_4018498_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542421311464483986" border="0" /></a><br />This is the end of an era.<br /><br />We are all in this pilgrimage of our life.<br />Our souls searching for purpose- exposing ourselves to other souls which could be argued are other versions of ourselves.<br /><br />We are always learning and growing.<br />And I am lamenting his loss.<br />Buckley singing my lamentations as my gratitude for his existence slides down my cheeks<br />these water droplets are salty.<br />but are a delicious taste and reminder of my adoration.<br /><br />Death doesn't scare me<br />I respect it.<br />Just as I respect him, his lessons, his continual happy jovial nature.<br /><br />I spoke with him that same day,<br />telling him how much I respected him.<br />Not because of ideology, but because of his fortitude.<br />He never gave up. He never backed down.<br /><br />He stood up for other mentors of mine-<br />He never followed what was popular, but what was right.<br /><br />He saw more in this existence than material formations.<br />He saw potential in people like me.<br />He saw <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">something</span> in me that made me want to work harder for him.<br /><br />He was the kind of person you Wanted to work hard for.<br />HE was an inspiration for us <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">entrepreneurs</span>.<br />For those of us that want to make a difference in our existence.<br />For those of us that believe in love and sunshine.<br /><br />David never had a scowl, and in every <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">interaction</span> with me- refused to let me say "i can't"<br />He pushed me.<br />He wouldn't Let me give up.<br /><br />He will be missed.<br />I can only hope in my limited life to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">achieve</span> what he has.<br /><br />I can only hope to take his message and heart-<br />and spread a fraction of that out.<br />To give strength to future Allison Gibbs'<br />To be that flashlight guiding the futures path.<br /><br />I ask that I understand and execute the lessons his presence has awakened me to.<br />Thank you David Nolan for being a mentor, a confidant, a source of inspiration, and a good person.<br /><br />I will miss you terribly<br />but I will take your passing as the passing of a torch to my generation.<br />For us to get off our asses and fulfill that inspiration you have ignited in us.<br /><br />Thank you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7807564383750639354?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-87443689260521090542010-11-11T13:46:00.000-08:002010-11-11T15:27:58.740-08:00How do we define Liberty?<br /><br />To me its all based on the Non- Aggression Principle and the Free Market analysis.<br />I choose to live my life as I see fit and believe I should have the freedom to do so as long as I don't initiate force or fraud on another human being. I take it farther than some would, believing that there is bad juju out there that can be defined in my eyes as force. I believe in manipulative emotional force, and I can best describe it as intentionally attempting to harm someone through manipulation tactics. Breaking someone down intentionally through bad juju is unacceptable to me.<br />The solution for such acts? Well, the anarchist in me says Ostracism. It is key in a free society. You are what you put into the world, and if your output is negative and harming to others, then your reputation will prove your judge and jury.<br /><br />Ostracism is a free market principle I believe, as is the non agression principle. You must be honest in your dealings and in your nature to be trusted as far as your person and your product. Your name goes a long way in society and adhereing to the NAP helps you to propel in society.<br /><br />Everyone has the freedom to behave as they see fit, and chances are- if you are adhering to the NAP and folks still attack- that it has something to do within them- not you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-8744368926052109054?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-49728448670850668352010-09-09T10:59:00.000-07:002010-09-09T11:09:40.009-07:00The arms of the future are expanding before me<br />Opening up<br />awaiting my entrance.<br />It lures me in with its loving affectation<br />and I am drunk on its magnitude<br /><br />A new channel<br />A new future<br /><br />And I won't wait forever<br /><br />It feels as if I am standing at the edge<br />My eyes slowly close<br />producing tears of finalization<br />and I feel my arms begin to outstretch<br />until they expand to the point of tingling<br /><br />I stand, head lifted- intaking that delicate scent of the swaying breeze<br /><br />I can't wait<br />for this is the moment when I realize who and what I am<br /><br />I am free<br />I am as this breeze, blowing freely<br />And its time to take that next step<br />that next step forward<br />into the unknown<br />into the future<br /><br />Why is the future so intriguing to us?<br />Why do I feel excitement yet fear?<br /><br />Why, as I stand outstretched- do I bite my lip?<br /><br />I can't wait forever<br /><br />Its a new season<br />And I am ready to take it on<br />whatever may come.<br /><br />Because I have a calmness in my heart-<br />and a desire to remain optimistic.<br />and I have a tendency to go against the grain.<br />It is time to give in and let go<br /><br />This is my signal fire.<br /><br />It is time to fall into the abyss<br /><br />and I am letting go<br />and I am following my heart<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-4972844867085066835?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-91644449918027905462010-08-07T10:34:00.000-07:002010-08-07T12:14:58.205-07:00What do we truly believe about reality?<br />what do we know about what exists outside our perception?<br /><br />Well, belief or knowledge?<br /><br />Do we just hope to wish on shooting stars for our fortune<br />I await that meteor shower next week.<br />Oh how many potential realities that will come sprinkling down into this atmosphere<br />Cradling my hope and allowing my mind to believe in something so substantial yet transparent.<br /><br />But Genies wont dictate your future-<br />no cosmic entitiy or phenomena will create your perception-<br />Only you create what exists in the now<br /><br />To take it back<br />into the depths of the past<br />when we were too young to understand existence<br /><br />Back when I yearned to live rather than exist<br />and science tingled my spirit<br />and tumors in the lab moved me to write<br />caturing my heart<br />and dissecting the form of love and beauty from it.<br /><br />But now I venture to see the love in human samples, not just tissues or particles from the sick or troubled<br />I am moved daily by this world.<br />Moved to shaking my foundational understanding and constantly redefining my perspective and beliefs.<br /><br />How beautiful is it to have constant epiphanies?<br />to see the simple things in life and cherish them, and not caring for the big picture?<br />To care for all of humanity but it being constantly reaffirmed by the details in individuals<br /><br />There are more of us like that<br />More than most see<br />but lets open our eyes<br />lets see the beauty in a smile or in someons innocence.<br /><br />Lets stop generalizing or judging others based on things that dont truly matter in the long run<br />b/c I am in this for the long haul<br />The compassion in my chest cant be stopped<br />And I wont let it be punctuated.<br /><br />Nothing can stop this heart that beats to the point of exhaustion at times.<br />And I love those around me.<br />Those that resonate the forms and I daily learn from.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-9164444991802790546?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-17656971301778213682010-07-25T01:41:00.001-07:002010-07-25T01:55:36.410-07:00to keep your chin up.<br />And my heart aches.<br /><br />that murmur in my chest spurs again<br />causing me to worry about my fate.<br /><br />One day passed,<br />now if only one more will I can rest soundly.<br />just one<br /><br />Then I can rest forever silent and content.<br />but I am not done with my work<br /><br />I am not done in my reaching out.<br />My purpose lies unfinished.<br />and I know this<br /><br />as this pain sinks me in this late hour,<br />I cannot dispell those beautiful memories<br /><br />I look in the mirror and those eyes<br />those, mine steal my soul.<br />They move me<br />because they are someone elses.<br />These eyes arent mine<br /><br />and they move me to tears<br />making me realize how fragile life is.<br /><br />So long ago I saw those eyes looking at me<br />and I was moved by that set as well.<br /><br />Like that look could freeze me,<br />move me,<br />then leave my perception.<br /><br />so quickly<br /><br />those are the eyes in that mirror<br />looking back at myself<br />that make me work,<br />that make me love,<br />that make me who I am.<br /><br />Those are why I fight.<br />Those eyes of a mentor that dissolved long ago.<br />Kudravi's that soon dissipated<br />who taught me the true passion of science<br />who awakened me to my passion<br /><br />I can only hope these eyes do that for another.<br />I have to give back.<br />To give to others<br />to be that mentor that doesnt wither away into a wooden box<br />and go underneath.<br /><br />I love that spark in others when they reactivate or awaken.<br />There is an essence of beauty.<br />in that instant<br />when that light goes on.<br />it moves me.<br /><br />how beautiful is this scent?<br />the essence of this fragrance<br />captivates my soul<br />and will not allow that connection to lapse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-1765697130177821368?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-66740306286814869042010-07-22T13:38:00.000-07:002010-07-22T13:52:46.972-07:00The world steals my strength sometimes<br />Feeling that weight on my shoulders<br />pressing my shoulder blades, cutting through the skin<br /><br />When will we produce Charity?<br />When do the symbiotic relationships develop?<br />And why have I hit a limiting factor?<br /><br />When will these eyelids feel lighter?<br />And why do the late nights press on seeming to never end?<br /><br />Production and results breed respect<br />Your essence creates positive juju<br />No matter how loud one gets- what is truly important is their level of productivity.<br />What results is this person showing? Truly showing?<br /><br />When will our whispers echo to move mountains?<br />When will our love force a smile on everything- even the sun?<br /><br />I never thought I would see it.<br />Never thought this idealistic heart would succumb to reality.<br />How delicious is that taste of a job well done.<br /><br />To see the beauty in all people<br />to be moved by the wind<br />to delight in the notion of someone giving of themselves for something larger<br /><br />to be that spark in the darkness.<br />That is vigilance<br />and that is what I seek<br /><br />That is my essence.<br />You want to see what I'm made of?<br />Look at my work<br />Listen to my words<br />Know my heart.<br /><br />It beats on a familiar string,<br />bouncing dimension of apriori understanding<br /><br />It contains an insatiable appetite for knowledge<br />through passion and education<br />we can truly understand<br /><br />When will we see<br />that this world is all conviction based?<br />When will we see things for what they truly are?<br /><br />When will we stop running?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-6674030628681486904?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-75554057226751897662010-06-29T21:01:00.000-07:002010-06-29T21:08:12.995-07:00I sometimes find myself lost<br />wondering where to turn<br />who to trust<br />what it is that I truly love<br /><br />Sometimes I miss myself<br /><br />And sometimes I just long to be alone<br />To create<br />to nurture my passion for writing<br /><br />because art can express so much more<br />we have to be a movement of expression<br />we have to create a niche and market within the art community<br /><br />I sometimes feel that this movement shuns<br />the passionate artist<br />so focused on logic and debate<br />on arrests and video<br /><br />rather than those that create abstract lessons<br />or use words that can capture someones heart and mind<br /><br />lets build a community of artists<br />lets use creativity to express our reason and love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7555405722675189766?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-70730556149005916232010-06-29T03:33:00.001-07:002010-06-29T03:43:44.088-07:00The waves crashed upon my soul the other night.<br />relieving me from my inner furnace.<br />All that boils this heart of mine.<br /><br />Sometimes we get carried away when we think we should be having our fun<br />When we reject that which binds us- finding complete freedom<br /><br />Will we ever learn?<br /><br />That it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">isnt</span> just our logic that dictates our freedom?<br />That no matter how many times you read <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rothbard</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hayek</span>, or Rand<br />that who you truly are cant be find within their pages<br />It rests in your existence.<br /><br />It exudes from you<br />it perspires<br />in such a delicate way, that the beauty of your heart intermingled with you actions and how you treat others creates you<br /><br />Lets stand for more than script in black and white<br />Lets withstand constraining ourselves to text and tradition<br /><br />Lets break free of the realm of debate and cliche<br /><br />Lets Exude our essences.<br />Lets inspire others through example<br />Lets love unconditionally and be open to claiming when we are wrong<br />Lets own our failure<br />and learn from it.<br /><br />Lets create Charity<br />and give back<br />lets change the way we live<br />and the way we impact this world.<br /><br />Join Me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7073055614900591623?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-49997067407304938142010-06-17T18:55:00.000-07:002010-06-17T19:04:03.021-07:00I breathe a sigh of relief<br />Its over<br />and I am free<br /><br />Free from the chains of previous lives<br />From the questioning of myself<br />From not being enough<br />From not fulfilling the role asked of me<br /><br />For I don't even fit the role I set for myself at the beginning<br /><br />But the beautiful thing about life is that<br />there is no role<br /><br />And I see that now<br /><br />I am a phoenix rising from what others expect me to be<br />And I won't except anything less than love<br />Intrinsic- Pure love<br /><br />I Love this movement<br />And I keep breathing<br />No matter what- my lungs are full<br /><br />And that white diamond above me pours in all the love I need for myself<br />The red swirling is cleansing me<br />And I don't expect anyone to complete me.<br /><br /><br />Noone can complete you but yourself.<br />I start back alone on this journey<br />But I know others are with me.<br />And there are moments where my breath is taken away.<br /><br />Where a silent car ride answers every question I have<br />and that northern California breeze sings me to sleep<br />And awakens thinking of me as well<br /><br />I long to hear its song drift me to sleep<br />And I know in those momenst that I am all I need.<br />All that I desire is before me<br /><br />And it is all perception<br /><br />I have a theory to publish<br />Nothing can stop us from our destiny<br /><br />And though I may plump up<br />Though I may commit altruisim for those I love most<br /><br />I will never be alone.<br />We are never alone<br /><br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-4999706740730493814?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-15913833156615862732010-05-23T12:30:00.000-07:002010-05-23T12:53:08.713-07:00How long until the hard workers of this moevement reap their just rewards?<br />Or give up in the end?<br />When will we learn to stop propping up projects and people for the sake of the movement?<br /><br />Its in our blood.<br />Its our essence.<br />To give all we are for conviction based ideology.<br />We are the Atlas' of society.<br /><br />and though I proclaim that the essence of "too big to fail" in the monetary circles is inherently flawed,<br />I execute this ideology and actions with activists and projects "too big to fail".<br /><br />I am burnt out.<br />and dissapoiinted.<br />not only in myself in adhering to this continual state of emergency- continually picking up the slack for others,or keeping projects from dissipating.<br />but I am dissapointed in those that use the Atlas' in this movement for their own ambition.<br /><br />Dont start a project- not follow through- use others to fix it- then claim it was your doing.<br />Ayn Rand was right and I am beginning to appreciate her work.<br /><br />This Atlas right here is shrugging<br />time to look after myself and those that do good work and are consistent.<br />This is a LOVElution.,,<br /><br />It isnt about celebrities or minimalist projects.<br />It isnt about percentage cuts or incentives.<br />This isnt a competition- its our future.<br /><br />Its about the Fucking Movement.<br />Its about me wanting to help create a world for my children to flourish as individuals<br />Its about understanding the virtues and what they entail.<br />Its about individualism.<br /><br />And I will no longer go into a collective to save a decaying project.<br />I won't be your failsafe.<br /><br />Such a beautiful taste on my lips to say that.<br />Individualism relies on the most important libertarian belief:<br />Personal responsibility.<br /><br />I have been considering going back into science or at least going underground.<br />Working another angle.<br />Following one of my other passions (science, philosophy, writing, art).<br /><br />I won't support those who arent philosophically sound.<br />I wont compromise my convictions for the sake of a falsified friendship or any other relationship.<br /><br />I don't react well to force.<br />And you can only push Atlas far enough, filling his back.<br />Before he shrugs.<br />Before another hard worker dissipates into the private sector once again.<br />Before a doer retires from taking on the burdens of others.<br /><br />Appreciate the Atlas' in your life. Appreciate yourself.<br />Follow through<br />without excuses- without blame.<br /><br />Its time to take a step in my own direction.<br />To take care of myself and those I love.<br /><br />to focus on curing my metasticized cells.<br />to focus on giving and conceiving life for those that cant<br />those that have impacted not only my life but countless others.<br />That person deserves my unending loyalty.<br /><br />I am following through with my dreams.<br />I want to publish my philosophical theory.<br />I want to love.<br /><br />And I wont put my life on hold anymore.<br /><br />Appreciate the doers in your life.<br />Give back to them.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-1591383315661586273?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-60286950605388402422010-04-25T15:21:00.000-07:002010-04-25T15:38:56.857-07:00The news hit me like a brick wall<br />and after the collision i sit and wait for a potential aftershock.<br /><br />What are we?<br />i don't believe that we are a compilation of our physical parts<br />i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> believe we are a bundle of energy.<br /><br />We have life, and we have the ability to breathe it into others<br />if we choose to do so.<br />I want to breath positive life<br />and i will spend my life <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doing so</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">noone</span> can stop me<br />no thing can stop me<br />no agent, no genetic inhabitant can destroy this resolve in my chest.<br /><br />I understand the forms<br />the virtues<br />and i want to live in harmony with them<br /><br />upon new findings I am have more resolve to not accept the providence that I have been given.<br />the one time i disagree with Emerson.<br />I don't accept the reality of the given situation<br /><br />But in my head<br />all i see scares me.<br /><br />Its that epic battle between the mind and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">the</span> heart.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">what</span> is to come?<br />what new evidence will be brought forth<br /><br />is this my eternal sleeping space?<br />will I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">achieve</span> more than I have?<br />have i learned all i am meant to?<br /><br />to brush up close<br />to breathe in that foul breath<br />of death<br />won't be the first time I have encountered a passing<br />and it won't be the last<br /><br />a new self emerges out of every important interaction<br />and we are continually changing<br />just as a hand in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">river</span><br /><br />so i speak softly<br />awaiting word<br />for a new understanding<br />of life, of fate<br /><br />I need an answer<br />for myself<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-6028695060538840242?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-60591116295809217452010-04-25T15:12:00.000-07:002010-04-25T15:21:36.653-07:00Afain<br /><br />I breathe you in<br />intoxicating scent.<br /><br />hanging on a wire<br />proclaiming sancutary<br /><br />The breeze speaks to me<br />and my soul feels old.<br />I feel ages old in this moment.<br /><br />As the wind brushes my being.<br /><br /> i long for the west coast.<br />a calling. fate, or just coincidence.<br /><br />location is merely where your body rests.<br /> it doesnt entail the mind actually being there.<br /><br /><br />these words on my toungue taste bittersweet<br />and I am unsure of this meaning<br />but i write<br />compelled by the suns gaze<br /><br />and this wind.<br />brushing my hair back form my sun chapped shoulders<br /><br />eyes closed, taking it in<br />just resonating with this incredible wind<br /><br />i am glad noone is watching<br />that this moment is mine<br />for me<br />for this moment<br /><br />and I get to interpret it just for myself<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-6059111629580921745?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-70820878615051293682010-04-19T15:27:00.001-07:002010-04-19T15:44:52.128-07:00i feel the tug at my sleeve<br />The one I wear my heart on.<br />and The days are growing in ways I had not imagined<br />Out rather than up<br /><br />It spins ever so fast<br />but the stars still move me with every tilt of the earth<br /><br />what string of this existence is beign plucked?<br />What melodic note am I in the middle of?<br /><br />Fate is changing its face with every turn I make,<br />and I am not completely sure of my locality or proximity to the cause<br /><br />I need a GPS<br />but I fear even then I would elude the ping of the satellite<br /><br />and how I envy that sattelite-<br />existing within those stars that cause vaporous tears to descend down my cheeks.<br /><br />I wonder where my own quark is<br />my completing element in this existence<br /><br />Where are our intrinsic desires?<br />within us?<br />pinged into existence by these metaphorical satellites?<br /><br />Or do we float among the stars?<br />somehow finding untiy and affinity within their twinkling eyes?<br />is that where we feel most safe?<br /><br />Where is it that I exist in communion with the forms?<br />When do we understand the completeness of such delicacies as beauty and love?<br /><br />Those are the wonderful delights of this world- not the frustrating times, or the descent-<br />but the love.<br />the passion<br />the devotion<br />the loyalty to compassion.<br /><br />Embrace that side of you<br />and feed that childish wonder inside of you.<br />Let's truly live<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7082087861505129368?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-30367326952254681792010-04-13T14:16:00.000-07:002010-04-13T21:08:03.999-07:00The beauty of this day tears my eyes.<br />one glance moves me<br />sequestering me into this daze<br />Where my memory sways so delicately<br /><br />I danced in the shower this morning<br />feeling those droplets of water tap down my back<br />and a rush of giggles came forth from my soul<br /><br />how i love mornings<br />and the silly nature that lies inside of myself<br />embodied deep within my spirit<br /><br />I close my eyes to the sound<br />the sound of the rushing wind<br />as it blows back my hair<br />and cleanses my spirit of negative thoughts<br /><br />I am revived<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-3036732695225468179?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-34478979925798755082010-04-07T18:15:00.000-07:002010-04-07T18:28:41.851-07:00From my mouth springs forth tales.<br /><br />Tales of envisionary loves<br />Uncasting dilemmas<br />and a new found awakening of my spirit.<br /><br />My head echoes tha tof my heart<br />and the hear of my spirit resonates through the last 27 years.<br /><br />Nothin can stop this force.<br />Not that of death or misfortune.<br /><br />This passion exists exponentially<br />This pressure in my chest.<br />This sense of purpose.<br /><br />My eyes turn to love over all else.<br />Charity- devotion- adoration.<br /><br />We must continue to do whats right.<br />Though these miles divide us- nothing can extinguish the fire within us.<br />This phoenix is rising- and we are riding on its wings.<br /><br />We can't let go though the heights to which we soar may be fearful.<br />We are rising.<br />Because of you. Because of your work.<br /><br />Lets look at this in a positive light.<br />Lets not douse ourselves with the gasoline of anger and light the match of frustration....<br />That only leads to us getting burnt out.<br /><br />Instead lets blossom as the Lily.<br />The beauty of this flower produces much more effective outcomes than the man on fire.<br /><br />Lets rise in our pursuits apart of the same cloth.<br />Lets stand together in our convictions.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-3447897992579875508?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-5510222212742472582010-03-20T11:03:00.000-07:002010-03-20T11:38:56.333-07:00I am the quiet type<br />I glimmer and shine with those that I love<br />With philosophical conversations<br />and the speak of microbiology or parasites.<br />With those I radiate and verbalize that which I know.<br /><br />I also love opening to positive natures and free spirits.<br />This spirit will aid anyone in need as long as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">non</span> aggression principle is followed.<br /><br />That being said-<br />Here is my rant.<br /><br />This movement, to me, is about furthering the ideals of a liberty based society.<br />Not infighting,<br />not personal attacks,<br />no dramatic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">insignificance</span>.<br /><br />I refuse to be involved in such-<br />I let my passion and work speak for itself.<br />No defense, no need for it<br />for one's presence will radiate through their nature and works.<br /><br />I feel the need to express my frustration with the movement at this point.<br /><br />There is so much beauty- and progress being made.... why don't we focus on that?<br />Why do we fall victim and revel in x vs. x arguments?<br /><br />This movement and all organizations and individuals within it are voluntary associations.<br />Lets focus on the free market principles and personal responsibility we always proclaim to others.<br />If we choose to not associate with a certain organization- free market principles would suggest to start a competing organization that is as effective as you personally would dictate for it to be and that healthy competition between the two groups would encourage both to improve.<br />And if that group is truly not running effectively, it will perish.<br />Isn't that what the free market would decide?<br />Isn't that what we say <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">about</span> voluntary associations?<br /><br />I never understood when some get mad about a group or person's work and just rely on attacks rather than solutions such as creating a competing group, etc.<br /><br />I see this movement as being a positive influence on the world. It surely has been a positive influence on me. I have learned and grown so much in the last year.<br /><br />I have learned how to say no. I have learned that my time is valuable to myself. That working every night until 3 AM isn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">going</span> to work for much longer. That burning out physically isn't going to make me productive in the future.<br /><br />Lets focus on staying positive, and living liberty in every ounce of our daily lives- including relationships with those we love and those we have difficulty with.<br />Lets follow the non <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">aggression</span> principle. Lets live voluntarily.<br /><br />I would rather spend my time focusing on ending the big government state and spreading good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">juju</span> to those that need it.<br /><br />We have to keep those awakened energized and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">passionate</span>. That comes from our own passion. If we all are worn down dealing with basic drama we won't have enough for ourselves or awakening others to Liberty.<br /><br />Why would anyone want to embrace the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">principles</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Rothbard</span> from someone that talks poorly of others or through negative verbal aggression?<br /><br />Lets think on how we can spread the message through awakening others and igniting that spark again in those of us that have the capability of spreading the message.<br /><br />Without more in the movement, we are only a fixed pie. I know I don't want that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-551022221274247258?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-46132018053356300812010-02-15T17:48:00.001-08:002010-02-15T17:48:04.597-08:00CPAC volunteer conference call at 9! Don't forget!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-4613201805335630081?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-66142921355984421672010-01-26T10:30:00.000-08:002010-01-26T10:38:30.611-08:00A lot of folks have a hesitency to open up to others.<br /> To show their vulnerability.<br /><br />I argue that to truly see the form world or to be happy<br />you MUST put yourself- your Whole self- out there<br /><br /><div class="kk">I think <span class="kn"></span><span id=":2ve">part of your hesitancy to open up is that you're afraid of making mistakes.<br />The thought process that if your going to do something you want to think it through.<br />You want to ensure mistakes Aren't made.<br /><br />But half of the beauty in seeing the light and opening up IS making mistakes.<br /><br /></span>To create the most growth you need to be open<br /><br /><span class="kn">BUT </span><span id=":2vi">you have made mistakes BY waiting it out- by your methodical calculations.<br /></span><div id=":2vj" dir="ltr" class="kl">Its like the vulnerable argument I have so often.<br /><br /></div><div id=":2vk" dir="ltr" class="kl">you have to get into it if you want to get the maximum happiness from it<br /><br /><span class="kn"></span><span id=":2vm">you cant stand around the pool putting your toe in it- testing the waters<br /><br /></span><div id=":2vn" dir="ltr" class="kl">you have to jump in</div><div id=":2vo" dir="ltr" class="kl">and Yes, you may land on your belly and it may sting<br /><span id=":2vq">but at least you can now enjoy the pool<br />and the majesty of the water.<br /><br />and </span><span class="kn"></span><span id=":2w1">now we can play marco polo<br /></span><span id=":2w3">or whatever game we want!<br /><br /></span><span id=":2w5">and you will get Pruney</span><div id=":2w6" dir="ltr" class="kl">but the happiness will outweigh the physical conditions<br /><br />So lets Take the plunge and Choose to truly live with one another.<br />Not to get something<br />But to enjoy and learn from one another.<br /><br />If anything Existence is overplayed.<br />Truly Living is that which all happiness derives.<br /></div><br /></div><br /></div><br /><span id=":2ve"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-6614292135598442167?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-53222494818602543842010-01-11T22:47:00.001-08:002010-01-11T22:47:56.712-08:00I have spent the last few days attempting to figure out what this years goals will be.<br />How will it be different from last year?<br /><br />and it hit me last night. in a dream.<br /><br />This year is to you.<br />To you out there that have given their last breath to what is right.<br />To those of you that know what is important in life.<br /><br />To you who easily sweep the stress from your shoulders.<br />This year is to you.<br /><br />We have to give to ourselves if we ever wish to give to others.<br />It has taken me 27 years to see this, and I am finally beginning to embrace it.<br />We have to focus on those that enrich our lives.<br /><br /><br />This year I will not work until the wee hours of the morning.<br />This year I will do more of what I love: writing<br /><br />I will give back to you-<br />who have inspired me to be a better person.<br /><br />To you who have shown me what love and devotion are.<br />To those of you taht have stayed up till 4 am with me contemplating lifes purpose.<br />You- who let my philosophical side take over and listen intently to my thoughts on love, life, and metaphysical quandries.<br /><br />To those of you that listen to me ramble my antiwar views.<br /><br />I want to dedicate this year to you, and most of all your happiness.<br /><br />Its time to give back the joy that you have given me.<br />Its time to appreciate life- and truly live.<br /><br />Thank you for being the example.<br /><br />thank you for awakening me from my sleep.<br /><br />Thank you for your existence. You are truly an inspiration.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-5322249481860254384?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-28690514005680328102009-11-11T09:28:00.000-08:002009-11-11T09:33:10.090-08:00All I See Scares Me<br /><br />I believe this is true for all humans.<br />Fear is a factor of life.<br />Yet we spend our lifetimes denying it as such.<br /><br />It is seen as weakness- defeat.<br /><br /><br />But maybe not.<br />Maybe fear is a virtue- a form.<br /><br />That there is a simplistic beauty in this natural phenomena.<br /><br />Maybe it takes us accepting that premise<br />to open up that part of ourselves<br /><br />To hatch a new perspective~<br /><br />To see that majesty blossom.<br /><br />That in our pain we will find what makes us beautiful.<br />Maybe true courage isn't overcoming a fear<br />but rather recognizing that which makes us fearful.<br /><br />Introspection into our hidden compartments<br />the ones we stow away or ignore.<br /><br />Maybe true understanding of ones self isn't in the accomplishments-<br />but in what we deem as faults.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-2869051400568032810?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-70499580521476710572009-10-23T06:49:00.000-07:002009-10-23T07:03:42.783-07:00Do you ever sometimes feel helpless?<br />Like your desire outstretches your ability?<br />Like your heart flutters but your body can't move?<br /><br />Its a catch 22.<br />You want to be there- to help<br />but Time or distance cant seem to catch up with you.<br />Its hopeless.<br />You just have to sit and watch it unfold.<br /><br />Sit and wait.<br />I think every ounce of my "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">JuJu</span>" is overseas.<br />I know its a long distance, and I hope some hasn't fallen to the depths of the Ocean,<br />Submerged in political clout<br /><br />Because no matter what side of the war you are on<br />The soldiers are still humans.<br />They are still individuals.<br />And any life lost is a travesty.<br /><br />I would argue they shouldn't be over there,<br />and that our Govt has caused this atrocity.<br />But where do you place the soldier?<br /><br />Where do I place my friends over there?<br />Where do I place that one in particular- that is one of the closest people to me?<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Because</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> see him as a "soldier"<br />I see him as the Anthropology major that got me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">interested</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Genghis</span> Khan.<br />The one that opened my eyes to perspectives I hadn't previously considered.<br />I see the human side.<br /><br />To me he is an individual.<br />And I blame those that made Iraq and Afghanistan an option or rather a force.<br />Those that hide the option of being a "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">contentious</span> objector"<br />I think those that enacted this are the ones at fault.<br /><br />I feel the same about the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Afghan</span> people. They are individuals.<br />Their death is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">horrendous</span> just the same.<br /><br />But where is that line drawn?<br />Its hard to decipher.<br /><br />What do you think?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7049958052147671057?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-41562275068362654452009-10-21T17:55:00.001-07:002009-10-21T18:11:07.443-07:00I feel like I have lost something.<br /><br />Misplaced a part of me.... somewhere in the unknown of existence.<br />but We all contain differing parts of our being.<br /><br />These tears won't cease to fall from my cheeks.<br />And I can feel my heartbeat.<br />It is the loudest I have heard it beat in a long time.<br /><br />Sometimes potential loss does that to us.<br />Makes us see our vulnerability.<br />Realize that we are truly alive.<br /><br />I have had notable people in my life pass...<br />It was the hardest thing to get through,<br />and I am very loyal to people, before and after their life has blessed me.<br />I recognize how much a life means.<br /><br /><br />My heart cringes at the thought of someone dying alone.<br />With noone to love or caring for them.<br />This adds to my lifes mission.<br />To sincerely showcase the care I have for those in my life-<br />both close and far away.<br />And to appreciate their existence.<br /><br />Some call it vulnerability<br />some see it as a vice.<br />I think true strength is beign able to put yourself out there-<br />exposed and open to all of the elements.<br /><br />Not everyone will understand- but that is the beauty in it.<br />That you are the example you wish from others.<br /><br />You care for those that may disagree with you,<br />You do whatever you can for your brethren.<br />You fight for what is right.<br /><br />It has to be in your soul.<br />In your being.<br /><br />But when that type of soul is diminished or taken-<br />It haunts you.<br />Hurts you to the core.<br />Because those type of ppl are rare.<br /><br />The ones that can change your mood in an instant.<br />That are positive through anything,<br />That are pure of heart.<br /><br />Those people should be missed.<br />Should be cared for.<br />Should be appreciated every day they are on earth.<br /><br /><br />Please locate those people and be the change you wish to see.<br />thank you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-4156227506836265445?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-57861288224495819072009-09-27T16:02:00.000-07:002009-09-27T16:47:34.434-07:00Out of the rain.<br />Laying myself to dry in the suns heat.<br />Cleansing me<br />and drying these tears from my eyes.<br /><br />When will this stop?<br />When will we demand more for ourselves?<br /><br />How do we find our way back down?<br />To get out of what we never chose to get into?<br /><br />What will it take to demand respect for one anothers lives, property, and happiness?<br /><br />It kills me<br />Tears open my idealistic soul<br />And makes me that much more vigilant.<br /><br />Maybe i am too in tune with the envisionment of freedom.<br />Maybe I care too much.<br />Maybe I am foolish in my empathy for those that just don't know any better.<br />That we can change, that anyone from any part of the spectrum can be awakened to liberty.<br /><br />But this weekends events have made question that.<br />This in particular: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akwjAjcQnqM&amp;feature=player_embedded<br /><br />Are we preaching to ourselves?<br />Will we ever awaken those that blindly follow orders?<br />Those that don't see the danger in our friends and family being in Iraq, Sommalia, Afghanistan, or Iran?<br />Those that watch that link and react with acceptance of those that follow lock step to the point of inflicting violence on citizens....<br /><br />Will we ever change them through logic?<br />Through Love?<br />Through this idealistic heart?<br />This heart that carries the worlds burdens?<br /><br />What can you and I do to relieve this discontent on others?<br />When will we unite as a force,<br />not to appease one side or another<br />not to make friends<br />not to water down the message for the sake of outside groups<br /><br />but to do so FOR THE MOVEMENT<br />to do WHAT IS RIGHT.<br /><br />I am in this fight for life.<br />I am willing to fight.<br />Join me.<br /><br />Lets use our lives and voices to save lives- to unite others- to use conviction to help awaken others.<br />Lets Band together and fight these giants out to take our freedoms from us.<br /><br />LET's Defend our Civil Liberties and others lives, both domestic and abroad.<br /><br />These people are us transposed. Lets look out for one another. Lets fight back.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-5786128822449581907?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-36257397161934693402009-09-07T17:58:00.000-07:002009-09-07T19:42:12.552-07:00What has happened?<br />At what point do you lose yourself in work?<br />And how can you differentiate work from pleasure?<br /><br />I am worn out.<br />My head spins like a carousel.<br />tired.<br />But still chugging. Still fighting.<br />Still pushing for what is right.<br /><br />Are we no longer going to go back to our old life?<br />When my biggest worry was what my weekend would consist of<br />My old chamber in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Microbio</span> lab.<br />Where I would excitedly put on my scrubs, head to work, and await what infectious disease I was working with that day.<br /><br />And honestly- I miss it.<br />I miss the beautiful smell of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">petri</span> dishes<br />Miss telling parasite stories to my colleagues and them getting it.<br />I miss science. sincerely.<br /><br />It is so different now.<br />Where there isn't a time to clock out-<br />Where your work life and personal life are interconnected.<br /><br />Where has my private life gone?<br />At what point did I trade in the simple life for this one?<br /><br />But I have found my place in the sun,<br />What I adore-<br />this movement<br />those within it.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">couldn't</span> ask for more of a purpose <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">than</span> what I am embedded in right now.<br /><br />But I miss my friends from Atlanta and Charleston,<br />Miss that I can see them regularly.<br />Miss my family,<br />miss the adventures we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">have</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">had</span>.<br /><br />But I finally saw its face.<br />Saw it creep in like the night. and show me.<br />this is what I am meant to do.<br />My calling. Fate. Purpose.<br />And I couldn't thank you enough for what you have done for this movement.<br /><br /><br />We have to support one another.<br />Loyalty.<br />Devotion.<br />We have to look out for one another.<br />This is my promise.<br /><br />T devote myself to this movement.<br />Work until we achieve Liberty.<br />For in my heart of hearts I know we Will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">achieve</span> Liberty in our Lifetime<br /><br />We are brothers and sisters in this fight.<br />And the trivial life of yesteryear seems like a transient dream.<br />Who we were, who we are.<br /><br />The beauty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">of</span> it all is to see where we were,<br />and take that knowledge <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">and</span> reach out.<br />To embrace that part of ourselves, and keep it close.<br />Tuck it into our new selves and use it to change the world.<br />Changing it one relationship and one person at a time.<br /><br />I breathe.<br />And awaken to this reality.<br />And I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">don't</span> appreciate it enough.<br />we don't appreciate this movement enough.<br /><br />And we tend to lose ourselves.<br />Burn ourselves out.<br />give too much<br />not make time for our personal selves.<br /><br />But we have to look out for one another.<br />So if you see someone in need- please look after them.<br />Lets be a family within this movement!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-3625739716193469340?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-25618371352930792992009-07-31T11:17:00.000-07:002009-07-31T11:26:31.862-07:00How many flights must we take until we realize that we can soar above the clouds on our own?<br />That the limitation of gravity is a fallacy?<br />All we have to do is wake up.<br /><br />The images we see are truly upside down- Our mind flips them.<br /><br />How does this reality the truth confine us to the audacity of gravity and physics grasp on our lives?<br /><br />We need to wake up.<br /><br />No one limits you but yourself.<br />YOU hold yourself in bondage.<br />You choose to follow lies.<br />You choose to believe half truths.<br /><br /><br />When will we make our own dreams?<br />When do we say no to government intrusions?<br />When will us as a people deny our privacy rights from being taken?<br />When will we reject the status quo?<br />When do we fight instead of merely react?<br /><br />This reality isn't my dream.<br />It isn't the life I want to live.<br />And I will not stop until my desires for myself are met.<br />For me-<br />For my family-<br />For the future of the young liberty lovers out there.<br /><br /><br />We fight for you.<br /><br />Let's not mitigate the movement to borders and limiting forces, but rather to all of the revolutionaries out there.<br />Lets change the way we live.<br />Lets decide for ourselves what to accept.<br />Lets meet our Own needs instead of forcing it from others.<br /><br />Lets unite under the banner of Love.<br /><br />Lets unite under the notion that as individuals, our autonomy limits us in nothing but the use of force on others.<br />Lets wake ourselves, then spend our lives unchaining others.<br /><br /><br />We can enact this change- all we need to do is reject what we have been given and begin to fight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-2561837135293079299?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-6473366255631209052009-07-21T13:05:00.000-07:002009-07-21T13:15:37.713-07:00Sometimes I think about levitation.<br />Not in the sense of a spiritual phenomena<br />but rather the physics behind it.<br /><br />To rise,<br />Staring into the eyes of Gravity<br />and rejecting its existence.<br /><br />Equating you with a feather blowing in the wind.<br />How beautiful those moments are.<br /><br />When we learn to let go.<br />When we allow ourselves to rise above the constraints of this world.<br />when we truly live.<br /><br />We allow material representations synonymous with gravity keep us from acheiving our potential.<br />I reject this notion.<br />Lets release our fears- our limitations- our grasp on control or its force on us.<br />Lets float above this, and focus on what we could be rather than what someone else says we are.<br /><br />Lets truly live.<br /><br />Lets awaken life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-647336625563120905?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-78049034542212242962009-06-16T20:03:00.000-07:002009-06-16T20:16:26.023-07:00To wait.<br /><br />anticipation growing<br />that never ending sleep that I find myself clinging to<br /><br /><br />for all I see<br /><br />scares me.<br /><br /><br />What causes fear to sit in our chest?<br />to capsulate our hearts?<br />to leave us lying dormant?<br /><br /><br />anticipating intent<br />clouding our miniature window of perception<br /><br />When will we learn to break the glass?<br />to see the world for what it truly is?<br />beyond the range and limitations of this world?<br /><br /><br />That this being- this realm<br />means nothing-<br />that shattering the glass ceiling- still leaves you cut and bleeding?<br /><br />The world- if you enslave yourself to imprison yourself to its mediums and traditions<br />will limit you<br />and what you can achieve.<br /><br />We need to look beyond this fear<br />and this physical illusion<br /><br />Learn to truly awaken<br />stop enslaving ourselves- and one another<br /><br />and break free form the constraints of fear, and perception.<br /><br /><br />Lets learn what it truly means to love<br />to care for others and ourselves<br />to truly appreciate what is around us.<br />rather than fight- lets awaken to the notion of beauty within every thorn.<br /><br />Learn to look at those wrinkles-<br />and instead of seeing pain<br />realize that those folds are moment in time<br />moments that taught you<br />allowed you to appreciate this moment.<br /><br />taught you how to appreciate fully<br />how to truly love<br />and how to accept truth.<br /><br />Lets stand up for ourselves<br />and fight back in methods of love and solitude.<br /><br />Lets unite<br />and stand together.<br /><br />Fear may try to distract us-<br />but these relationships we make with one another are the way to freedom.<br /><br />True freedom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7804903454221224296?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-38117555249737959622009-05-27T13:27:00.000-07:002009-05-27T13:35:01.638-07:00the ripple in the oceans waves moved me that day<br />Led me to a place inside myself I had long forgotten about<br />potentially abandoned.<br /><br />And I saw the world for what it truly was.<br />and I embraced it.<br /><br />the purity in the breeze,<br />the longing in the suns kiss on my cheeks.<br /><br />I witnessed it.<br />for my very own<br /><br />I awoke from that cave<br />traveling up the ascent.<br />and into the reality of the world<br /><br />the realization that this world is beyond <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">this</span> materialistic realm<br />its about our hearts.<br />our appreciation<br />our sincerity<br /><br />Its about that heart beat.<br />our hearts tap to someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">elses</span> ears.<br /><br />and i felt that again.<br />what i felt when i was a child.<br />that moment<br /><br />as my ear was hearing the echoing of that hearts thump<br />I travelled back to that moment<br />when everything in this world made sense.<br /><br />when I awoke in Plato's cave<br />and experienced the world anew.<br />when I could lay with that sun and its shine forever<br /><br />when leaving its presence was my only fear in the world.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-3811755524973795962?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-28760136101737652292009-05-16T22:29:00.000-07:002009-05-16T22:55:55.394-07:00Moments hit us sometimes<br />Shut us down immediately.<br /><br /><br />I hate those moments.<br />Maybe its my perception taking hold of myself.<br />Maybe reality isn't as I proposed.<br /><br />Either way-<br />things happen as they will to a varying degree.<br /><br />But I refuse to be brought down by unresponsive ears.<br /><br />Refuse to give time to those who, in a moment's notice, will disrespect you in their voice.<br /><br />Respect is earned.<br />And if someone gives their effort, time, distance, and strength towards helping you out- you never disrespect them.<br /><br />Learning lessons is hard- but needed.<br />that is something I am learning.<br />I had become a simple souvenir of someone's kill<br /><br />how does one disengage?<br />Disrespect is an artform.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-2876013610173765229?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-88985652821261627012009-05-15T14:51:00.000-07:002009-05-15T14:57:27.445-07:00What is life?<br />Merely a sequence of exits<br />On an outstretched interstate??<br />Full of wrong directions,<br />misinterpreted signals,<br />and beautiful landscapes?<br /><br />Or is the interstate theory a man-made creation?<br /><br />Maybe there is no one path<br />but rather a series of detours leading us<br />in essence<br />where we choose.<br /><br />Allowing us to choose our own dead-ends<br /><br />For what is a dead end?<br />To me-<br />its a new beginning<br />a new change of scenery<br />a chance<br /><br />to illuminate a new spark<br />within us<br />within others<br />within those special to us.<br /><br />For, no matter where life leads us...<br />we choose how we perceive it.<br />We ultimately decide<br />how we will live<br />who we awaken<br />and how we treat one another<br /><br />Because that is the Most important aspect of us humans.....<br />Who we take our trip with-<br />And who we leave stranded along the way.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-8898565282126162701?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-50932900921860248612009-05-12T05:01:00.000-07:002009-05-12T19:45:24.046-07:00Do we exert our perception on ideas?<br />Is it as someone clarified-<br />that elements within oneself are directly reflected onto our perception of the world?<br />or does the positive forces on the world exist independently of our perception?<br /><br />How do we then perceive love?<br />What is the cost of love?<br />Is the reflection of the love within ourselves?<br />Do some of us scrounge for change of love under the couch of our soul<br />As some are loaded with a trust fund of adoration?<br /><br />How do we define love?<br />how is it perceived<br />and are the two compatible?<br /><br /><br />I would argue love is independent of our perception.<br />I say this because I have felt love-<br />filling my chest, forcing a smile consistently<br /><br />and though a day was bad-<br />that love lifted my sorrow and expunged it.<br />If it had been a shadow of my own attained virtues, I would have had sorrow.<br /><br />Love,and the underlying factor- vulnerability- led me to have that ability.<br />To soar above the clouds of distress, and relish the moment.<br /><br />There are different forms of love, and I can imagine what true love tastes like<br />sweet and delicious.<br />Just like that first feeling when you realize that you gave over your real self, allowed others to see you-<br />you<br />without worry of wounds or facades.<br />True <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">openness</span>. True vulnerability<br /><br />and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> see my perception of love as being what is contained in me- replicated- and shadowed on something beyond myself<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-5093290092186024861?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-76799951880883396472009-05-10T00:26:00.000-07:002009-05-10T00:39:35.928-07:00The late nights stagnant air clings to my cheeks<br />And I wonder<br />what has led me to this one spot<br /><br />what chain of events has given way so that I can become complete?<br /><br />so many minute lifetimes, stories, existences<br />wrapped into one life.<br /><br />And through it all l I have shown one thing:<br />vulnerability<br />an ability to give myself over to what was meant to happen<br /><br />and what is there to say to those havent felt the heartache as I have?<br />those that felt free away from pain?<br /><br />I would argue that without the vulnerability I wouldnt have felt that heartache<br />but congruently<br />I wouldnt have experienced that feeling<br />the one in particular<br />that tingles through your bones, when you hear that persons voice or see their presence<br /><br />The feeling that moves you to tears<br />that cascades your chest and fills you face with painful smiles<br />forcing your lips to open wide<br /><br />That sensation is worth the vulnerability or potentiality for heartache<br /><br />maybe I am just a sentimental idealist.<br />or foolish<br /><br />but my heart tells me that good things are bound to happen<br />with drive, and belief in the goodness that fills this world.<br />I am amazed every day to the beauty of this world.<br />It moves me<br />to tears<br />And I sway to its current.<br />Awaiting for what it has in store.<br />And relishing in every minute of it.<br /><br />Welcoming that tingling sensation to commence.<br />Ah,<br />to truly live.<br />I couldnt be happier.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7679995188088339647?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-79380863696628287832009-04-20T20:53:00.000-07:002009-04-20T21:23:42.115-07:00<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>What do we account for?<br /><br />The intrinsic value of an individual.<br />Can it be measured with Aristotelian principles?<br />Can we extricate metaphysic essences from a being?<br />Was Plato right all along?<br /><br /><br />Maybe we are a culmination of virtues<br />or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theory_of_Forms">forms</a><br />and perception conditions our idea of Evil.<br />Isnt it plausible to assume evil is in direct relationship to our rejection or ignorance of the virtues?<br />That we are all intrinsicly good?<br /><br />But yet what is the loss of a loved one?<br />How can that be our perception?<br />It is a horrible thing to lose someone you love<br />either by unending dreams<br />or heartbreak<br /><br />Sometimes All I see<br />Scares me.<br />Why is this?<br /><br />Fear of the unknown?<br />Fear of sadness, regret, loss?<br />Isnt fear a figment of our perception?<br />I would argue so, but it is apart of us<br />The physical realm.<br />The Aristotelian perspective.<br /><br />But I think We have to see what we are made of.<br />What lies underneath this cloak of the physical.<br />To our hearts<br />To our intrinsic value<br />Our essence.<br />And I could never say that the essence contains a negative virtue.<br /><br />Because people deep down<br />want the best.<br />Have a purified heart-<br />until perception invades.<br /><br />We have to look past this.<br />And see one another for what we are.<br />And embrace it.<br />Nurture it.<br />And watch it blossom.<br /><br />I know its true.<br />I see it.<br /><br />Lets realize our virtues and use them to ignite a spark<br />in this perceptualized dim world.<br /><br />Lets teach the world to care again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7938086369662828783?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-74417854187544481062009-04-18T21:14:00.000-07:002009-04-19T08:39:56.460-07:00Do we know what we desire?<br />In our hearts?<br />Do we know now- in this moment- that all will be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span>?<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Have</span> we come to terms with the notion that sometimes things won't work out?<br />And that the initial idea was justified and called for?<br /><br />I am learning some hard lessons with life<br /><br />That there are some things in this world that no amount of effort can fix.<br />That your heart may be sincere-<br />and though you try with all your might-<br />somethings just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aren't</span> meant to be.<br /><br />I have spent my life attempting to prove this idea wrong.<br />Proving that the good will always win out<br />and that it is our narrow scope that eludes us to the inner voice of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dissent</span>.<br /><br />But my life has had some futile conclusions-<br />where no matter what I did, how hard I worked, how much time and love I put into something-<br />it just didn't work out.<br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">couldn't</span> change what I couldn't control.<br /><br />Control.<br />I detest that word.<br />but I see myself hoping for a particular outcome<br />then attempting to make it so<br />only to my own <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">disappointment</span><br /><br />And this goes for anything in life.<br /><br />When will we let go of needing outcomes?<br />when will we see that things will happen as they should<br />that no matter the intensity of your manipulation-<br />heartache, sickness, death<br />will always be a continual potential outcome in our lives?<br /><br />Its all about how you handle it.<br />Take life as it comes<br />or spend your last breath attempting to stall the inevitable.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dont</span> want to participate in the latter anymore.<br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">don't</span> want to continually set myself up<br />only to be let down.<br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">don't</span> want to expect an imaginary outcome<br />But I still want to believe that the good will win out.<br />I think we all want to believe that<br />because we know it is true<br /><br />so the key is to let go.<br />Trust in the forms.<br />the movement.<br />ourselves.<br />And lets see where it takes us.<br /><br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7441785418754448106?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-25447713671985154062009-04-13T19:51:00.000-07:002009-04-13T20:28:21.968-07:00It amazes me every time<br />Eyes Brighten,<br />Heart Beats faster,<br />Cheeks grow pink and warm<br />And a permanent look of tranquility cascades over your face<br /><br />The moment you realize that this particular moment<br />That essence of time:<br /> triggers something inside-<br />Melting you to your core<br /><br />The moment you realize<br /> everyone is interconnected<br />That you profess beliefs-<br />Sometimes so idealistic that you can no longer see the ground -<br />that are appreciated and notated,<br />transcribed and translated out of anothers mouth.<br /><br />That you have just gotten to the heart of the matter<br />That all the time you have spent exposing your soul<br />Hasn't gone unnoticed<br />and Exists outside of your own perception<br /><br />I felt this<br />amidst the Holy City<br />with one of my favorite people in existence<br /><br />And as she spoke I felt as if that moment<br />That particular string of seconds<br />were meant just where they were<br />that fate, time, chance all cullminated to that conversation<br /><br />And it unified the trip<br />and we both left today better people<br />stronger in our convictions<br />a firm friendship that not even time could destroy<br /><br />I had battled with that city<br />fought<br />and gave all i had to it<br />And last I knew- it had defeated me<br /><br />but it hadn't<br /><br />For those that fight for what is right in this world will always face a choice-<br />the choice to allow perception to evade our logic<br />or to realize that our perception distorts what truth is.<br /><br />We have to see beyond this simplistic realm.<br />We have to realize that what we are fighting for is worth it<br />That sometimes the ones who are the most sincere, the most honest, the fighters<br />will endure more<br />but it is real- honest- appreciated by those that endure the same<br /><br />it is worth the fight.<br />we are worth the fight.<br /><br />And you arent alone in seeing that we- the movement- the loyal supporters of truth and beauty- will win out in the end.<br /><br />This struggle is worth the outcome. just wait. you will see<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-2544771367198515406?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-12324808873963390352009-04-10T09:32:00.000-07:002009-04-10T09:50:41.551-07:00We have a tendency to constrain ourselves.<br />Keep oneself from going too far-<br /><br />But what is too far?<br />Who determines those parameters?<br />Who is to say one tries too hard, or loves too deeply?<br />Can we possibly care too much?<br /><br />To revel in the thoughts of others<br />To feel that passion for something<br />an affinity<br /><br /><br />We feel compelled at times<br />and I would argue that feeling in ones chest is fate and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theory_of_Forms">the Forms</a> forcing us to recognize what is right....<br /><br />to play out the scenario in which good is accomplished.<br />to enact an ideal within ourselves that sets in motion a series of interactions- ultimately leading to the right outcome<br /><br />But I could never imagine a situation in which caring too much would ever exist.<br />to give yourself- Altruistically<br />is the best virtue there is<br />the noblest<br /><br />to give oneself for another.<br />to Choose to give what you have for someone else......<br />that is true beauty in my eyes<br /><br />We always must take others into consideration in our daily events<br />we are a movement together<br /><br />we have this affinity for one another just as we individually do for our families and closest friends.<br />we are family..<br />we have to start living as such<br /><br />this movement must Phoenix.<br />we have to raise up together<br /><br />not because we were forced to by an aggressor-<br />not because we don't want to be seen as not caring-<br /><br />but because we Choose to<br />we feel that connectivity to one another<br />because we are altruistic (in varying degrees)<br />because it is WHAT IS RIGHT<br /><br />we have to be the change we seek.<br />in our daily lives<br />in our homes<br />in the movement.<br /><br />live by example.<br />live because existence isn't enough<br /><br />live how you want- where you want- but without harm to anyone else.<br /><br />Lets rise up<br />together, autonomous but vigilant<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-1232480887396339035?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-31450724502020120942009-03-30T06:06:00.000-07:002009-04-05T07:41:22.408-07:00Are we images of our previously selves? Mere reflections of seconds previously?<br />How do we decipher what is and what was? What exists and what doesn't?<br /><br />I would argue that this physical realm means nothing. It is illusionary and once we become trapped within it- we lose our true selves. - The good we contain outside of these walls of perceptive reality.<br /><br />Not exist- but to truly live?<br /><br />Why do we allow ourselves to fall into this cyclical pattern and lose ourselves over and over again?<br />When will we see that once we let go- we will truly live?<br /><br />Trapped in that Damned cave again. Alone- and we see ourselves as hopeless....<br />That is why I believe this movement is so important. And not the movement itself- but rather those that are pushing that movement- us.<br />We have to go back into that cave and pull out those of us that are still asleep. We have to awaken others up just as we have awoken.<br /><br />And this will not be easy... wont be an overnight job.<br />And if we realize that all that we have been taught in this physical realm was an illusion- we can transcend.<br /><br />When will we connect to one another and daily reactivate ourselves in what is important?<br /><br />I refuse to go through the cycle again. and I refuse for the Liberty movement family to either. That is why I am here- to motivate and keep everyone in the fold- keep them steadfast in awakening others.<br /><br />So, lets go out and make a difference. Lets Live rather than exist.<br /><br />I appreciate what you are doing for both yourself and the movement.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-3145072450202012094?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-23608038049870579432009-03-12T06:04:00.000-07:002009-04-05T07:40:48.922-07:00I can still feel that breeze slide whisper across my lips<br />Still sense that tingling in my chest<br />The same as the first moment when I realized the truth.<br /><br />When I woke to the notion that I had spent my life chained in that cave- clinging to those relics upon the wall.<br /><br />I stood there last night.<br /><br />Stood outside of myself. Attempting to embrace the elements of anothers spirit.<br /><br />We all see our true selves in certain lights. And when we attempt to explain that we tend to lose elements. Of our souls. in the transaction of words.<br /><br />We spoke of the pure of heart. The few left in this world. And it was spoken from two different perspectives. And it sincerely blew my mind.<br /><br />And what makes us special is our ability to resist the temptation to give into negativity and a disillusioned outlook on life and its inhabitants.<br /><br />I believe people are inherintly good. No matter what I have seen or heard- kick me, knock me down, attempt to destroy my framework- but I believe deep down goodness remains.<br /><br />And as I explained last night- this-me- is what you get. Nothing more- nothing less.<br />And yes- I retain some armor... but I have a tendency to be vulnerable.. and I have learned over time that that element should be celebrated rather than shunned.<br /><br />Vulnerability doesnt make you weak. I would argue right the opposite. To be unlike everyone else- to be willing to expose yourself- good and bad- is the epitomy of strength.<br />And I saw this in this persons eyes last night. and I was moved.<br /><br />That moment- when someones persona uncoils and sheds at your feet, and you see someones soul.... that is what I live for. Why I am here.<br /><br />For the pure of heart can see one another- we sense one another. The folks that do not intentionally hurt one another, have conviction to let the good win out in this world- and give all we can to those we hold closest to us.<br /><br />And I learned alst night that there are more of us than previously suspected- and we all gaurd ourselves in different ways.<br /><br />Some of us believe in fighting for the good, in everyone. but others of us are now only willing to fight for the good left over.<br /><br />And who am I to judge that point of view?<br /><br />But I know my purpose here- in this world- is to show care and devotion to those in my presence- not to get anything out of it.... but because I know that is what is right. To show the jaded that you can rise from it. There are still people in existence that care beyond the trivialities of this world.<br /><br />And I always thought I was meant to help others through my microbiological applications. Because I dont behave the way I do to get attention, affection, or praise. I do it because IT IS WHAT IS RIGHT.<br /><br />and I think maybe I am missing out on what is really going on. Like I limit my meaning to what my limited perception sees.<br /><br />And I realized it last night. And it moved me.<br />we cant hide. We cant sucumb to the numbness of this world any longer. Yes, the world is messed up... but you have to fight it- and change it, instead of hiding from it.<br /><br />We can do this. I believe it in my heart.<br />And I havent felt that passionate or realize how serious I am about what I proclaim than I did last night.<br /><br />And I see what I am. What I am made of.<br />This world will never take me.<br /><br />we have to be one anothers support system. We all have a hand in holding one another up. And The ones who can see the truth about this world beyond fashion, tv, etc. need more support than I previously realized.<br /><br />So I am on a mission. And last night fueled my convictionthat the good can win out. that through the golden rule, vulnerability, and open appreciation- we can revive the ones of us that have fallen asleep.<br /><br />Because when they wake- Gah I cant begin to explain that feeling- that rush that comes with seeing someone awaken to the truth.<br /><br />I had to make a memory of it.and it will stay with me.tucked away in my heart, with all the other epiphanies that have made me who I am.<br /><br />we will change this world. With passion, love, devotion, the forms, and logic.<br /><br />Dont give up hope on this world.<br /><br />And so agian I shed my skin, exposing silkier flesh that glistens in the sunlight.<br /><br />Thank you for these epiphanies. I am lucky to have you all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-2360803804987057943?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-7403248181758601982009-02-10T06:02:00.000-08:002009-04-05T07:41:49.092-07:00Remeber the first breath....<br />Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes<br /><br />I breathe out slowly... watching the carbon dioxide escape my lips.<br /><br />I watch this slowly. Subconciously awaiting the oxygen to be drawn in... to remember that I am alive... and still breathing.<br /><br />is that messed up? or is it a beautiful fact that we all underneath desire to exist- to be alive?<br /><br />I know I am thankful to feel my heartbeat. To awake in the morning wiht my first thought always being "thank you for letting me live another day". And I always close my eyes tight, just to take that extra moment to show that first breath a sens eof appreciation.<br /><br />I dont tell many ppl my inner thoughts... that my sentimentality extends to something as silly as waking in the morning...<br /><br />but I think that helps explain me. Who I am- what i desire out of life- and what makes me happy. I am not hard to please. I just ask for appreciation- that is it.<br /><br />Acceptance of my sappy side- adn respect of my mind and heart.<br /><br />And awaiting in the morning is the most beautiful moment to me- the intake and exhale. The initial opening of your eyes- and that initial glance.... it gives me goosebumps just to think of it.<br /><br />How is it that something so simple can move us? Can change how our day plays out?<br /><br />And yet- we find ourselves far from that the moment we step foot out the door? That we lose ourselves?<br />But sometimes we need to remember that intial breath. That we exist alone in times... such as in the mornings. It is just us and the Good for that first second. As if you wake and he pumps that first breath into you. And it tastes so sweet. No judgements, no worries, just bliss.<br /><br />If only every breath could taste so sweet and soft rolling up our tongues.<br /><br />Remember the first breath.<br /><br />Allison<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-740324818175860198?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-4343235669633982752009-02-03T06:01:00.000-08:002009-04-05T07:42:21.546-07:00I felt my heart beat tonight.<br /><br />Felt it forcing my blood through its chambers and redistribute.<br /><br />And I felt it. In my bones- in my core. For the first time in so long. I caught myself smirk to it. As if it was a cute memory I had long forgotten.<br /><br />And I lay here- in this moment drumming my heart beats- thumping moments of my life- on my chest. Why?<br /><br />To remind myself of the taps.<br /><br />It is the small taps through life that qualitatively define us. Aid us. Converge our lives with others. Force us to reminisce in the beauty that is life.And remind us that we are still breathing.<br /><br />Still here. Still contain meaning- and dimension.<br /><br />And I remember moments where I lay next to others and did this- none understanding- why <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ifelt</span> it so important to listen to their heart. To drum the revolutions of their heart.<br /><br />And why I grieve each time an Aortic valve is sent to the lab. And why I am the first to speak up my desire to handle such a divine specimen.<br /><br />And each grind of the tissue makes my heart cry out. Lamenting the passage of the taps that have long since faded. Someone has to miss the beats. Miss what never will be.<br /><br />Life begins and life ends... but do we truly appreciate that essence while it is around?<br />Or do we daily rewrite our own obituary? Detailing what we have accomplished and rejecting what we have yet to?<br /><br />I refuse to accept the notion that the best days are behind us. Individually and collectively.<br /><br />We can change things. We can relearn the appreciation for our past symbiosis.<br /><br />We can retain the essences of appreciation and love. With each small tap.<br /><br />The only thing is- we have to silence ourselves long enough to hear them. You have to see them for what they are.... the essence of existence.<br /><br />The small things in this world keep us going. That is- if we stop long enough to realize what is happening. To see this world, its inhabitants, and the seemingly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">insignificant</span> for what they really are.<br /><br />Art. Beauty. Completeness.<br /><br />And I can tell you from personal experience... never have I felt more one with another person than when we both stop to listen to one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">anothers</span> heart.<br /><br />There truly is something amazing about it.<br /><br />We have to be that for one another also. We have to listen to one another.. we have to go back to the golden rule. Appreciate the little things in life... and not continually look for quick gratification.<br /><br />If you listen close enough... everything will fit.<br /><br />Thank you for waking me. And reviving the blood flow.<br /><br />This life is a gift. We are all gifts to one another. We have to understand and appreciate the little things in life. The heart beats of life.<br /><br />Friends, family, new conversations, a shy smile, a simple reminder of appreciation, a kind word<br /><br />we have to start giving again. Not with the desire to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">receive</span> reciprocation-<br /><br />But because it is right.<br /><br />Because we set ourselves to a higher standard.<br /><br />Because we know in our hearts its the right way to live.<br /><br />Because we have a desire to give.<br /><br />And above all.....<br /><br />In our heart of hearts-<br /><br />We know the good Will win out!<br /><br />Thank you for being those gentle taps in my chest. I appreciate them more than you may ever know.<br /><br />Allison<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-434323566963398275?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344902732093395964.post-70338189472062867232009-01-25T05:57:00.000-08:002009-04-05T07:43:18.467-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HooseVg-2k/SdirIoi7oLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gzqyKiGMC_Q/s1600-h/l_8d4bca3f65acdcf74cf31457784d5ad8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HooseVg-2k/SdirIoi7oLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gzqyKiGMC_Q/s320/l_8d4bca3f65acdcf74cf31457784d5ad8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321191124549476530" border="0" /></a><br />Does conviction matter in this world?<br /><br />Peace isn't spoken anymore.. actually I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> believe it is even in our vocabulary...<br /><br />When will this heart begin to reject the idea that I may be safer on an airplane?<br />Safer in the sky up above than in this world that is losing its capacity to love. to cherish. to feel something other than impulse?<br /><br />Will we succeed in our fight? Do we stand a chance?<br /><br />When will we wake to the notion that Plato was always right? That the allegory has a direct correlation to life?<br /><br />The cave, the ascent.<br /><br />Why does the philosopher continue to try and unshackle those trapped in the cave?<br /><br />I have personally always wondered what makes the philosopher, after seeing the truth of the Form world....descend Back into the cave....<br />What triggers the selflessness to serve others above oneself?<br />After seeing such beauty- he returns to the cave. the descent?<br /><br />Maybe I will never know... maybe we see ourselves in these individuals- chained to the chairs of indulgence- coerced by the shadows of pain and regret?<br /><br />maybe its because we picture our past selves struggling to breathe, to feel...... anything at all.<br />Willing to believe anything- just to feel the sensation of life again.<br /><br /><br />Maybe we are attempting to retain our hope- our hope that we won't ascend alone.<br /><br />That others can retain the hope- even if it is in just us- that there is something more- to look forward to- to care for- to be able to feel the pins and needles in their legs... anything but numbness.... allowing them to begin the ascent into the Form world- the beauty of this life.<br /><br />To begin living- not merely existing.<br /><br />For all we have is the forms. The only option at this point is to hope. If we lose that, then what do we have?<br /><br />It is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">philosophical</span> conundrum.<br /><br />Because sometimes........... you have to break your neck to keep your chin up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2344902732093395964-7033818947206286723?l=allisongibbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allison Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403248048628736472noreply@blogger.com2