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Gigi Tiji Dec 2014
I have to maintain perfect rhythm,
impeccable coordination,
to stay in the pocket

It can be hard to do that when
the only person accompanying you
is yourself.

and other times
it's just as hard
with an orchestra.
infinitely moreso,
at times...

Two things're for sure
If you can't play in rhythm with others
It's probably easier for you to play in rhythm with yourself.
and If you can't play in rhythm with yourself
It's probably easier for you to play in rhythm with others.

But if you're not in time
the only way you will be is
if someone falls out of it with you
Gigi Tiji Dec 2014
Sometimes I'm afraid of the dark...

but I shouldn't exorcise the past.
I won't burn it at the stake.

I should accept its every demon
and make friends with them.

That's all they want.
Friends.
Some love.

I should really respect them.
They've helped me pave the way
to this very moment.

Sometimes...
I'll whistle or sing,
when I can't see in the dark.

I used to throw blind punches.

Turn on the light and
I'd look like a real silly person
fighting with their shadow.

The melodies keep me flowing
through space and time.

I really shouldn't fight with the present.
I should unwrap it forever as an infinite gift.

We should waltz 'til we fall.

The future is an unlit cellar.
I want to run inside to get what I need and split.

But when it comes time...

I will dance
with the darkness
and sing softly
holy matrimony
into its ears.

I will whistle
divine praise
into its mouth.

Let's sing 'til we faint.

I'm just as afraid of the light
as I am of the dark.

Let's dance 'til we die.

I'm just as in love with them both.
Gigi Tiji Dec 2014
I'm nibbling sunshine fantasies on psychedelic manatees
as I swim through formalities and mudpits of vanity
while temper approaches maximum capacity
I pray for no casualties

I'm dribbling periwinkle moonshine daffodils
as I crawl through sweltering deserts of dis-ease and sunchills
they're a bothersome blister singing softly to a dragon
they're a kaleidescope periscope horoscope for the dead
Gigi Tiji Dec 2014
the perpetual re-birth/death
wheel of fortune's price is right
just as the bird in the hand
is worth two in the bush.

kiss the reflection in the river
and feel the cold
sloshing down your throat
as thickening liquids
quicken quibbling piglets.

shivering slivers of
saccharine mashugana symphonies
sing slightly slowly as temporal tyrants
tinker totally titillated ties as they sit
at a time in a box paradox paradox.

the keys are in the trees if you please.
patience is a breeze in the leaves,
so slow down and breathe it with ease.
Gigi Tiji Dec 2014
My God, what even am I?

branches are
sprouting out of my heart
and ripping
through my rib cage

my bones are shattering
as I shiver from the growth

it's all so sudden,
I feel like someone's squeezed me like a squeaky toy with it eyes
popping out of its sockets

except they're no longer attached and they're hurtling through space
at a trillion light years per second

I know I'm here to break my heart open as wide as I can so let me carve it into the bark so you can taste the sap

I'm a hall of mirrors
with many twisted reflections

I'm the shattered mirror
on your bathroom wall

They call me Narcissus

I look into the river and
fall in love with the
reflection in the
shimmering water

I go to kiss it

and my shadow falls
around it

My vision blurs
and it goes out of focus

Warm lips
Ice cold water
Stretching can be painful, but in Yoga, we are taught it is only a sensation. It is Prana, or life force energy. It is growth. As long as you continue to breathe, without holding onto thought... you can breathe in the Prana and allow it to energize you. If the state of focus is broken, you may find yourself on the floor, your ego shattered. But this is your practice. You are not growing if you are worrying about what others think about you falling. You are also not growing if you are judging others for falling. So breathe. Stretch. Get up, and grow.
Gigi Tiji Dec 2014
He lay there in the grass, hands folded beneath his head.
Facing the many twinkling lights of the stars,
basking in the glow of the sky, he said,

"The moon has a face,
She really does.
Well, many, really.
But the one that I see
looks like it's singing the universe.
You can see it in her eyes,
that it's a solemn song but
there's hope in her voice
that lights up the sky.
You know how when
you get so close to someone
you can see yourself
in their eyes?
Sometimes I wonder
if she's too far to see herself
in ours..."

To his surprise, the moon faced him and smiled.

"You beautiful being, my magical child,
Love transcends space, for infinite miles,

My perception of you
is a reflection of me
of all I once knew
and all that I see

Your reception of me
is a reflection of you
of all that you see
and all you once knew

Nothing we see
Is entirely true
If both you and me
Set our mirrors askew

Eye to eye
Heart to Heart
We realize we
Are all a part

Heart to heart
Eye to eye
We realize love
Will never die

See into
each other's minds
With all our mirrors
now aligned

Through each other
We can see
We reflect forever
to infinity...

As you look to me, I look to the earth
and see twinkling lights of infinite worth
They are the eyes of many a life
Wondering just like you..."
Gigi Tiji Dec 2014
radiating love body light being
form flowing flavorlessly as if needed,
expected in order to sustain life.

e's quenching a thirst,
e fills your lungs with life,
breathing, e pulsates,
e rocks back and forth,
e goes in and out,
e spirals all about and
e takes its time because
e loves e's time because
time is all e has and
all e has is all e is and
all e is, is all e feels and
all e feels is all e knows.

e knows e feels everything
and knows nothing.
e feels he knows nothing
and feels everything.

Time's a cat in a box
paradox paradox
paradox
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