5.20.2009
jerusalem bells
THIS
goes out to all those who still believe...
especially rebecca.
PS. some of my other favorites by ps22 chorus are
father's son by tori, landslide by stevie & joga by bjork
5.19.2009
hope
today, i realized it is time for me to cocoon...again.
only through this process can i have a true transformation
and emerse more beautiful than before.
and i am reminded of my friends, stripe and yellow,
from one of my favorite books
Hope for the Flowers.
5.18.2009
5.17.2009
it's a seersucker day...
5.16.2009
5.15.2009
A-E-A-O, A-EE-A-O...
my favorite radio station in LA
The Sound 100.3
does something every morning called the 10 at 10:
ten songs from one year or one theme.
today's year was 1993. the hour was filled with
radiohead, cranberries and counting crows.
i realized being 12 was a good time for music
(even though i really didn't discover it until about 1997...
i grew up on r&b and hiphop.)
one song really stuck out -
the return to innocence by enigma
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence
i will be humming the chant for the rest of the day.
btw - the chanting is an aboriginal Taiwanese song
and the drum beat is a Zeppelin sample.
The Sound 100.3
does something every morning called the 10 at 10:
ten songs from one year or one theme.
today's year was 1993. the hour was filled with
radiohead, cranberries and counting crows.
i realized being 12 was a good time for music
(even though i really didn't discover it until about 1997...
i grew up on r&b and hiphop.)
one song really stuck out -
the return to innocence by enigma
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence
i will be humming the chant for the rest of the day.
btw - the chanting is an aboriginal Taiwanese song
and the drum beat is a Zeppelin sample.
5.14.2009
you don't say?!
so i wrote down these words on a piece of paper
that i have been carrying around for about two years now...
i read it often.
"to speak with impeccability is to speak from your highest self.
it means that you speak with intention & with integrity.
it means that your words are in alignment with what you say
you want to produce - your vision & your dreams.
everything you say produces an effect in the world.
everything you say to someone else
produces an effect in that person.
know that you are constantly creating something -
either positive or negative - with your words.
speak words that will build self-esteem & self confidence,
build relationships & build dreams -
words of affirmation, encouragement, appreciation, love,
acceptance, possibility & vision."
(c) i don't remember who...but someone kind and very wise.
that i have been carrying around for about two years now...
i read it often.
"to speak with impeccability is to speak from your highest self.
it means that you speak with intention & with integrity.
it means that your words are in alignment with what you say
you want to produce - your vision & your dreams.
everything you say produces an effect in the world.
everything you say to someone else
produces an effect in that person.
know that you are constantly creating something -
either positive or negative - with your words.
speak words that will build self-esteem & self confidence,
build relationships & build dreams -
words of affirmation, encouragement, appreciation, love,
acceptance, possibility & vision."
(c) i don't remember who...but someone kind and very wise.
5.13.2009
5.12.2009
5.11.2009
s.a.s.e.
i'm enamored
hammer me in
nail me
mail me in a s.a.s.e
throw no bottles out to sea
no questions of who you might be...
it's you
(c) 2002 janean lesyk
5.04.2009
soap
Blessed to be in your presence.
Your greatness encircles me
Like lace bubbles ‘round my knee in the bath.
Enraptured by words you chose.
Pulled into your pool
So deep
And weak with simplicities.
I’m washing myself with verbs.
I’m rinsing off impurities.
I use poetry as soap.
You’re hanging on my rope.
You’re hanging on my rope.
(c) 2003
5.03.2009
5.02.2009
full circle
weeping willow tickles my feet
as i lay belly down
hugging earth.
her many fingers of damp green
send electric shocks of peace
to the questioning child within.
chirping, tweeting, sing-songing blue bird
nests in the wild caves of my hair
and calls me his earth.
f u l l o c i r c l e.
(c)1999 janean lesyk
as i lay belly down
hugging earth.
her many fingers of damp green
send electric shocks of peace
to the questioning child within.
chirping, tweeting, sing-songing blue bird
nests in the wild caves of my hair
and calls me his earth.
f u l l o c i r c l e.
(c)1999 janean lesyk
5.01.2009
in the beginning...
while living in NYC,
i fell asleep with candles lit and jeff buckley on repeat...
i woke up to 'yard of blonde girls'
and noticed the most intense and beautiful shadow
next to my bed.
without hesitation, i picked up a pencil
and traced the abstract daffodils.
and that, my friends, began my style of painting
& obsession with marking each place i live.
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