Be formless, like water.

This just will not do! I must teach you a new way. The way of intercepting bliss.  There is natual instinct, and there is control. You, my friend, must combine the two in perfect harmony. Express yourself honestly and completely. Do not be afraid of anything. You are not a mechanical man. Grow up! Empty your mind of everything you are not…….

Be like water my friend. Flow, crash, quench…be passionate, be still, take the form of all that you wish to understand. You are more complex and more simple than diamond. You are WATER.

Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough,we must do.

Much love,

TristnFinn

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA_pG2B33xw&feature=related

I crown you Poet!

Cloudless climbs and starry skies are all well and good when you can see past the end of your nose. But really. Who gives a poetical crap about the bliss of bluenesses and azures and sun speckled doves……..but wait…..what’s that coming. Oh Brother…….where art thou? Here’s something else completely!

Her eyes, her smile, her heart! Oh brother, if only you had noticed them sooner! How innocent she is, and how singularly captivating! She is as beautiful as the chance juxtaposition of a rabbit and stick of liquorice on a disection table!

Quick. Click on the link before some dark poetic devil grabs her by the short and curlies and makes her womanhood dance.

Much love,

TristnFinn

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mG81KDGprmo

A King among Queens

She’s a new thing, so your sharped-up. You got the green pinstripe on, the boheme tie (burberry or Saville Row) and some slick brogues. Your groomin’ is ultra-refined (think bay rum or Old Spice – you’re a real man after all). You slipped on the Tag and its gleamin.  

She’ alright – but her sister’s doin your nut. You nipped that ass just the other night – soft and starry as a persian night. Now you can’t look her in the eye…she’s talkin and your chewing a little too hard on the bone. Soon your rockin like a drunk. She just noticed that you’ve got greasy fingers and you mumble a bit too much.  She looks at you strange, like she’s worried for you. Who’d she think she is? A Queen?  

Now ol timer. Clear up and leave! Things can only get worse and no use delaying the fact. Next time we’ll put it right. That’s it. Your no scum.

Much Love,

TristnFinn

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vT4ZHcF4Ejg