tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79919766417540719402024-03-12T19:48:26.069-07:00Yan's LabyrinthYan's Labyrinthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150701964180415041noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991976641754071940.post-42221579990896899982016-10-27T12:18:00.001-07:002016-10-27T13:22:20.705-07:00Work of Art... Rose thru the Concrete<p dir="ltr"></p>
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<p dir="ltr">The level of consciousness, wisdom and humility that lies behind these windows to her being... Make me pause and think...make me... Patient. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Waiting for that moment when her gears shift and that mind explodes into an oasis of neurological goodness that leaves me speechless... Wanting more... Wanting her. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Listening as she speaks her truths... Listening as she speaks her truths... Listening as I hear her truth...spoken. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I swear.... There is something about her eyes... That moves me... Awakens me... Keeps me woke.... And I am humbled. </p>
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Yan's Labyrinthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150701964180415041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991976641754071940.post-36699474979390630512016-10-01T18:28:00.001-07:002016-10-01T18:31:25.384-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpJst3Rff3nk5pwk-H1OuIs9O-x9sK0sMUgRtbjbKiC9PpKU6WN7SD0G2oJE2-hGT0uEUd8rlzGr9QbfhrlNBPYhrsAfPV2rvx7vIhTl1-Fnr5_764chyfMxR5NNY8_fGDyeRFwwiKWM/s1600/PicsArt_10-01-09.18.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpJst3Rff3nk5pwk-H1OuIs9O-x9sK0sMUgRtbjbKiC9PpKU6WN7SD0G2oJE2-hGT0uEUd8rlzGr9QbfhrlNBPYhrsAfPV2rvx7vIhTl1-Fnr5_764chyfMxR5NNY8_fGDyeRFwwiKWM/s640/PicsArt_10-01-09.18.06.jpg"> </a> </div>Yan's Labyrinthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150701964180415041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991976641754071940.post-4543844816790786742016-09-19T04:52:00.001-07:002016-09-19T04:54:22.569-07:00Somedays - The 5 minute Moon Dance<p dir="ltr">I can see the moon this morning, greeting me with her seductive aura... Willing me back into bed..<u>.</u> Tempting me to ignore my alarm clock. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I can feel her caresses... Her soft gentle touch, making me twist and turn... I think she wants me to blush. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I inhale her scent with reverence as I stare into her light and I am captivated, mezmerized, intoxicated. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She touches my skin with her sultry armor and I am made to believe that we are invincible together. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My eyes are now closed and she wills me to dance to the rhythmic beating of my restful heart. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Sleep comes easy cacooned in her blanketed wonder... I am in bliss... </p>
<p dir="ltr">My alarm clock sounds and I know that it is over... My dance with the moon and my 5 minute snooze feature. </p>
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Yan's Labyrinthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150701964180415041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991976641754071940.post-56305421982519812782016-08-31T08:37:00.001-07:002016-08-31T08:37:12.339-07:00Somedays. Part 1<p dir="ltr">Learning as I go my friend. Learning as I go. <br>
Somedays are meant for you. <br>
Somedays are meant for her. <br>
Somedays are meant for the others...The 'forget-me-nots', the kindered spirits, the rebels with a cause... That one friend who constantly fidgets. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Somedays are meant for solitude filled with rejected phone calls and 'thought of you today text messages.' Music filling your inner lobes, recklessly pulling at your heart strings. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Somedays are meant for self pity and conflict of emotions. Everyone and everything has miraculously managed to get on you gat-damned nerves. </p>
<p dir="ltr">End of Part 1...for now<u>.</u> </p>
<p dir="ltr">-Y. Salmon</p>
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<span style="text-align: start;">You are anger and magical laughter. Pain and retribution. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Let your arms transform into wings as magnificent as your soul. And fly my wonderful friend. </span></div>
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<br />Yan's Labyrinthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150701964180415041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991976641754071940.post-42785100391871039042015-11-04T07:28:00.003-08:002015-11-04T07:38:37.264-08:00#MyLifeAsAHuman #MyThoughtsMyWords Entry#888 The Realness of a DreamShe's always been a bit of a dreamer...<br />
half way here...<br />
half way there...<br />
Making her way along the paths only traveled by the ones that they call different or special...<br />
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The way she speaks speckled with nuances and meanings that are all her own<br />
...it confuses the masses but is understood by a few that she considers her own..<br />
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I've seen her smile and nod and engage in humorous banter so convincingly that she feels genuinely present...<br />
You would never guess she's dreaming. <br />
Her eyes are changeable and hide as much as they convey...<br />
always travelling...<br />
always far away.<br />
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I've seen her cry. <br />
Wretched silent tears that demonstrate her pain only by the heaving of her chest. <br />
She'll curl herself in a ball of internal agony while she rocks away the hurt of her reality.<br />
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She's resilient though...<br />
despite the dreamer path she walks...<br />
she feels compassion for all things that are art...<br />
Whether it is the sadness in your eyes, <br />
the sway of majestic hips, <br />
the mastermind of propaganda...<br />
the sensitive tug of a pair of lips...<br />
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-Y . Salmon<br />
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Yan's Labyrinthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150701964180415041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991976641754071940.post-89364234018316056052015-11-04T07:21:00.001-08:002015-11-04T07:39:16.653-08:00#MyLifeAsAHuman Entry#667 Disappearing visibility.<div dir="ltr">
I've often wondered what it would be like to simply disappear... </div>
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Not to die or leave this earth willingly...</div>
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Slowly, layer by layer, begin to evaporate into nothingness. </div>
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Becoming one with the air, the trees and the sky...</div>
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Floating and being everywhere and nowhere all at once.</div>
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Yan's Labyrinthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150701964180415041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991976641754071940.post-43001797846113751502015-10-08T12:11:00.001-07:002015-10-08T12:12:05.749-07:00James and Stevie .....Makes me smile. Hope it does the same for you!https://youtu.be/qqrvm2XDvpQYan's Labyrinthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08150701964180415041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991976641754071940.post-69311016092674170232015-06-29T22:43:00.001-07:002015-06-29T22:44:04.366-07:00#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry #229 - Beautiful Mystery <p dir="ltr">They call her a beautiful mess because they do not understand her... <br>
Constantly trying to trap her in box made of metal bars and no breathing space. <br>
Making her presence seem diminished and irrelevant.... <br>
They call her a beautiful mess because she is beyond their comprehension... <br>
So free and honest and constantly in search of more... <br>
More than they will ever be able to wrap their feeble minds around, made of narrow alleyways and lacking of individual thought. <br>
She is a representation of all that they fear and envy, wishing to be able to grasp that childlike awareness complimented by astute and dynamic intellect.... <br>
She is what they fear most because she is fearless and real... Loving herself and knowing her worth sends alarm bells off in their minds and they wish to silence her. <br>
She is defiant and strong... They call her reckless and fool hardy. <br>
But none of this defines her, simply because she stretches herself far beyond what any of them will ever be able to understand. <br>
She is dynamite on a war zone, sunshine in a storm and the rainbow during an earthquake ... <br>
So they will learn eventually that she is not at all what they labeled her. <br>
She never was and never will be a beautiful mess... <br>
How could she be, when her soul screams out loud for all to hear,' 'She is freedom and divinity and there is no mess here!' <br>
She is beauty and havoc and order and love. <br>
She is life. Beautiful and mysterious. </p>
<p dir="ltr">- Y. Salmon </p>
<p dir="ltr">Photocredit @zahra_siddiqui</p>
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The need to touch and be touched... To hunger and be provoked... <br>
The way her body moves cries out 'release me' let me catapult you to a new level of ecstasy that has nothing to do with my inner core... But instead seduce my inner lure....<br>
Breathe into me the yearning of unshaken freedom... <br>
Wrap your fingers around my mind and massage it to a new level of indescribable uphoria... <br>
Touch my thoughts so deeply that I am driven to the edge of desire and need... <br>
Touching myself and screaming your name in desperate release... <br>
Handcuff me to the bed with your words as they reverberate along my skin, sending goosebumps of hungry anticipation that moisten my sweet perfection. <br>
Handle me. <br>
Make me hum, til I cum and explode in delectable cerebral bliss... <br>
Riding the waves of this, our transcendent synergy. </p>
<p dir="ltr">— Y. Salmon </p>
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<p dir="ltr">I am nestled now in your bosom, peaceful and serene like a new born babe, having no part in being pried from your arms. Refusing to let this moment escape me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">You kiss me gently on my forehead and rock me slow and steady like a mother bringing comfort to a child and I am whisked away to a place of severe contentment... That leaves me sated and sublime. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I have had visions of you all my life I am sure. Never certain of what this yearning really meant... Never sure of how I should pursue it's interpretation.... Rather I sat and let the vision of what you were... In my head.... Grow and blossom into what you meant... To me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Now I am still and breathing and feeling you enclose me with your tenderness and warmth and I find myself overwhelmed with tear-streaked cheeks and a grateful heart. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Emotions have become exposed and raw in their expression and I am left to embrace them as they are mine alone to have... </p>
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Put no one on a pedestal... Not even yourself. We are all fragile entities called humans and one day we will fuck up. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #2. <br>
You will get your heart broken. <br>
And if you don't then you need to. <br>
The heart needs to know loss and disappointment in order to heal and strengthen itself. <br>
Most importantly, it needs to prepare itself for the one who deserves you most. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #3. <br>
Your fears are little gifts wrapped up in scary packaging. They are there to teach us that we are capable of truly doing anything. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #4. <br>
Stress is a killer. Whatever you do, don't let it get to you. Scream, laugh, cry, talk about it or dance! But whatever you do... Don't stress about it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #5 <br>
If you're not enjoying sex.... Then you're not doing right. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #6. <br>
Laugh as much as possible. And then laugh some more. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #7. <br>
Dance. Who cares if you have no rhythm... Just dance dammit. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #8. <br>
Allow music to move you. Allow it to enter your core and sway you away into a world all your own. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #9. <br>
Take time to show love and appreciation... Especially towards yourself. Remember. We can't give to others what we don't possess within ourselves. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #10. <br>
Be fearless. <br>
Don't be a chickenshit. <br>
Believe in yourself and just do it. If you get criticized, it probably means you're doing something right. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #11. <br>
Faith is real. <br>
Not because you can't physically touch it, doesn't mean it's not there. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #12. <br>
Be vulnerable with the one that keeps your heart safe. You don't have to be the hero all the time. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lesson #13. <br>
Love. In every form and as often as possible. Because in the end... We all need love. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And last but not least,<br>
Lesson #14. <br>
Sing in the shower. Just because. </p>
<p dir="ltr">-Y. Salmon. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">I'm grateful because they have given me awareness... Something to compare to.... They have shown me the value of what it is to be loved, to be honoured, respected and knowing just how much I am capable of. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I had this intense feeling... And I know that it is love. </p>
<p dir="ltr">-Y. Salmon </p>
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Surrounding me with your authentic self, brimming with passion, promise and more tomorrows. </p>
<p dir="ltr">You call me Queen as if my skin is made of honey.. Tastes like sweet blueberry pie, wrapped up in the essence of rebirth and discovery... </p>
<p dir="ltr">You call me Queen with such majesty. That my soul reverberates with this knowledge and tries to explode from my skin into its new existence... <br>
You call me Queen, with meaning and respect... </p>
<p dir="ltr">You call me Queen and I believe it. Epitomising it with such Grace and dignity...my pride is not vain, just made proud... For the right reasons... </p>
<p dir="ltr">You call me 'Your Queen' and that leaves me speechless with joy and recognition. Simply because your words are never meaningless or empty.... <br>
Your words are made concrete with the follow-through of action... </p>
<p dir="ltr">You call me Queen and I answer. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Simply because I am. </p>
<p dir="ltr">-Y. Salmon </p>
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I get anxious mainly about things that I have no control over... And especially those things that I really want but innately I feel that I don't deserve. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The thing is, I know I'm talented, unique, funny and kind hearted. But I am often so scared of owning it, because I think it's self centred and will eventually blow up in my face. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm afraid of what the people closest to me will think. And I'm terrified it will affect them negatively... Causing a rift. Causing distance. <br>
I'm afraid that I will lose them... <br>
But I think that as a result of these fears I have lost myself in the process. <br>
And how can you place others before yourself and expect to be happy? True happiness comes from within... And if they truly love you.... For you. Then they will accept you. </p>
<p dir="ltr">They will be happy to see you shine.... And if they don't... Then perhaps it's time to let go... </p>
<p dir="ltr">So today, I will start owning my light. Forget about the opinions. Forget about the disapproval. <br>
Instead I will allow my light to shine... One ray at a time.... I will come full circle... Because it is what I'm meant for. </p>
<p dir="ltr">-Y. Salmon </p>
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<p dir="ltr">Some will impact you... Some will leave a bitter taste in your mouth, some will leave you with lessons... Memories...like puffs of smoke that linger in the recesses of your mind. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Some will become a permanent fixture, never leaving...even if it appears they have. And some you will cherish forever...simply because of the impact they have had. </p>
<p dir="ltr">At the end of the day however, you are left with just you. Surrounded by bits and pieces of varied experiences. But it's yourself that you are left with...just you....and nothing else. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So remember that while it's nice to appreciate all these different things that have contributed to who you are... Never forget the importance of 'you'. Love yourself so much, that no one or no 'thing' can cause you to lose the value of yourself... <br>
The value of 'you'. </p>
<p dir="ltr">You're not expected to have all the answers. You're not expected to be perfect. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Just be perfectly good with loving 'you'. <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">-Y. Salmon </p>
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I remember the first time I was to see you again, how I primped and prepped myself into a nervous wreak.... <br />
And you... You were cool as a summer's breeze, greeting me with that familiar gaze... Filled with promises of heated nights, raucous mornings and delicious afternoons... <br />
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I remember thinking... Feeling... that those glances were meant only for me... </div>
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And that you... Missed '<i><b>thi</b></i><b><i>s</i></b>'.... <br />
That you wanted '<i><b>this</b></i>' again... </div>
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Now, a year later, we're meeting up... again. <br />
You said you "<i>missed my face</i>".... <br />
and that we needed to catch up... See how life was treating us... </div>
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You greeted me with that gaze, and that self assured smile... <br />
And me?.... I am warm and congenial... And you seem a bit surprised. </div>
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You tell me about your new lady and how magnificent it all it is.... <br />
How glad you are to be humble and well deserving of all of this... <br />
I smile and say I'm happy that life has been so kind. </div>
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Your gaze is now realizing that my eyes are not the same.. </div>
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You assume I'm still at the same job. You seem surprised that I have left.<br />
I see you gaze at our waitress and flash that smile that now reminds me of a...Wolf? <br />
She blushes I think... <br />
Flattered? <br />
Embarrassed? <br />
... And quickly walks away. </div>
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You tell me I "<i>seem different</i>" and I say, "<i>that's because I am</i>." <br />
You miss the way I used to look at you... I say,"<i>Well, that was then</i>." </div>
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You tell me I look good. Glowing. <br />
I tell you I do feel pretty great.<br />
You ask me if I'm happy... And that's when my veneer breaks. </div>
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I tell you all about my love and how I'm made to feel. So special, loved, appreciated... And indeed I am complete. </div>
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You fall silent. Somber. Awed in disbelief... "<i>You've moved on?"</i></div>
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I smile, and nod real slow as if I'd just realised that fact myself. <br />
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I peer at you... Seeing why your light seems different now...<br />
More hazy, less vibrant... <br />
Simply because it no longer appeals to me. </div>
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I'm reflective now and conscious of the words I'm about to speak. <br />
"<i>Thank you for being apart of this... You helped me to prepare. For the one who finally came along and showed me... What it's like to truly take care. I'm grateful for all you've done and for all the things we shared.</i>" </div>
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But you're right, I have moved on... And I wasn't even aware. </div>
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You tell me it won't last, cause things like that never do... <br />
I smile and say I have to go, it's been great seeing you. </div>
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You grab my wrist as I'm about to leave and say we should "<i>do this again</i>."<br />
I smile that smile you know so well, filled with empty promises and 'pretend', as I nod in false agreement and my eyes bid you farewell. </div>
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-Y. Salmon </div>
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But when you do, it is unmistakable in its uniqueness and truth. </p>
<p dir="ltr">You've taught me so much and yet I still see us growing and evolving into something even more tremendous. </p>
<p dir="ltr">There were moments that I caught myself questioning if you were real. <br>
If you truly existed... <br>
For me. <br>
And now.... <br>
Now I know. <br>
And I am ever so grateful... </p>
<p dir="ltr">-Y. Salmon </p>
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