The Never-Ending Moveable Banquet

The Status Of A Clam

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 09:25:00 +0000

The Status Of A Clam

(March 29, 2010)

The pirate fondles with his memories

And like air they drizzle in on

The winds sweeping his way from the

Nearby ports, bringing with it the smells

Of freshly caught fish, and these

Memories of ages past

Old and wrought like iron

Drift inwards like sunlight through the

Windows, softly murmuring along the off-white

Curtains

And there they are

With him now

Captured by his being

Like water pouring over him

The brutes the braves the sweet things

Of the past which now scramble

For their own permanence; their own existence

In this precious mind which slowly

But surely dwindles along with old age

Like clams that are caught up in

The ocean’s tides, washed onto the seashore

And then taken back again into each

Of their lonely statuses.

Dear Son

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 05:36:00 +0000

Dear Son

(March 2, 2012)

And every day I become

The intricate details upon

The lace that is your life

Your voice mingles in the melodies of mine

You fill the space that is beside me

And I the space that is beside you

Yet always, I find myself striving

Aiming to weave my joys into the pattern of

Your lace even more so.

So that I may dance with you

And you may dance with me too

Skin Deep

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 06:43:00 +0000

Skin Deep
(February 28, 2012)

Is skin deep really "just" skin deep? Or should we be saying "Yes, it is skin deep!" with our chins up firm and proud? Not "Oh it's only skin deep" with our heads bowed as if we are something embarrassing! Why is skin deep just skin deep, when our skin is what binds together our heart and mind and soul? Our skin is our vehicle on this journey we call life, our skin is our home on this planet we inhabit called earth, our skin is what allows us to interact with other people, to feel things like tenderness and pain, softness and roughness, warmth and cold, pleasure and ecstasy! Without our skin, we would not be able to fulfill our destinies on this journey of life! Without the things that are skin deep, we would be dead– unable to interact with the world, unable to learn, to grow, to experience, to walk on the path of destiny! So if beauty is skin deep, is this less of a thing? Why is it not called vanity when they choose to shun that which makes us human, because they think it is not "deep" enough, it is not "worthy" enough? Isn't this the true vanity? Didn't Satan want to become greater than God? He wanted to become God, not man! Where is the vanity in embracing what makes man; man? What is vain in fully becoming a vessel divine? Is it less than divine to recognize one's destiny? One's humanity? Or is it less divine to shun the nature of what it means to live on this earth, thinking that it is not good enough?

People die, because they don't look at their bodies as something worthy enough. They see their bodies as something less worthy of God, when it is God who molded the flesh with His own hands! And so they allow their bodies to fall and fail, thinking this purifies their souls! They don't want to care about what their bodies look like on the outside, because they have little respect for the natural physical attraction between humans, in pursuit of something "higher." I tell you, you must not rip apart a person by dividing body and soul, you are a soul, it is your honor to redeem your body, to never neglect it! To ravish in it and allow it to ravish in all good things!

There is a culture that permeates many places on earth, and that is the culture of materialism, and the body of people who live with such a culture have developed "white blood cells" to fight this invader. The "white blood cells" tell people they are "shallow" they are "vain" and though the mission is correct, the execution is wrong. Materialism has birthed minds that grow into an existence unaware of the nature of the soul, of the essence of the spirit; and raises up a nation of people that have no connection with their own hearts. This is a blindness, this is not a vanity. And blindness cannot be treated by misguided virtue. It's only an awakening that will lead the blind to sight.

People must not be led to death in their quest for true life. Right now, people fall into the way of death and depravity, because of their quest for a higher form of existence.

It's a curious and funny thing when people say "The inside of a person is what matters, because outer beauty will fade, but it's the character and personality of a person that will never change." I laugh. In my experience, I have seen a person remain with the same face for a very long time but change in character many times! Not just one person, many people! All people change their character! In fact, people are never the same person for forever, and if there is such a person on earth, that person is a very rare artifact indeed! And quite boring I would imagine! I have had a friend today become an enemy tomorrow! I have never had a beautiful friend today become an old hag tomorrow! All people change on the inside, you just never know what they might become next!

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

I Wish To Remain Vain

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 13:33:00 +0000

I was taught that I would be better off desiring joy instead of happiness because joy is divine while happiness is vain. On this plight, I gave up many a chance to be simply happy, as I waited for the more worthy of the two; joy. But then I grew into my own and now I know that it is vain to think oneself too good for earthly things and only accept what is of higher origins. There is no vanity in allowing yourself to become happy, because though happiness is fleeting, it can be found every single day and in all the smallest and most unexpected ways! So now I allow myself to be happy, little insignificant things make me laugh, make my soul fly! If this is vanity, then I am vain and I wish to remain vain! But surely, this is something so divine.

– C. JoyBell C.

Being A Woman And Growing Up A Girl

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sat, 18 Feb 2012 11:34:00 +0000

It's definitely difficult being a woman and growing up a girl. When you're graceful, people say you lack personality; when you're serene, people say you're boring; when you're confident, people say you're arrogant; when you're feminine, people say you're too girly; and when you climb trees, people say you're too much of a tomboy! As a woman, you really need to develop a very strong sense of self and the earlier you can do that, the better! You have to be all the things that you are, without allowing other people's ignorance change you! I realized that they don't know what grace is, they can't identify serenity, they have inferiority complexes, they are incapable of being feminine, and they don't know how to climb trees!

– C. JoyBell C.

On The Whole Hollywood Thing

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 06:26:00 +0000

The Hollywood culture (and all of its diminutives around the globe) are a sort-of disease in the hearts of men and women.

The quickest way to rub scum onto your mind is to tune in to "celebrity gossip" channels, and that's not because movie stars and other forms of celebrities are bad people, it's not because they're scum and trash and not-as-good-as-the-rest-of-mankind; but the trash that pollutes your mind comes from the fact that you are watching the personal lives and the characters of people being exploited, twisted, manipulated, bargained-for, assassinated, stepped-on, sold, and lied about. It is the same thing as sitting in the Colosseum of ancient Rome and watching the lions tear apart human beings limb from limb, we think that modern day society has evolved into something better, but actually the modern day society is what has always been, yet packaged differently. The only thing that's changed is the packaging, the formula is similar. Almost identical. Yes, the Roman Emperor fed people to the lions for not only his own pleasure but also for the pleasure of his court and I am not even sure if he made any money off it! Today, it is networks, showbiz companies, t.v. stations, producers, agents, etc. that are throwing human flesh out there for the rest of us to devour, making them a whole lot of money in the process, and it is this process that is communicated to us subtly through our senses and makes us feel corrupted. I feel corrupted when I watch TMZ. I feel corrupted when I watch Entertainment Tonight. I'm the one who feels defiled. Think of it for a moment, if you were in the Colosseum watching human flesh being torn apart in front of you, wouldn't you feel corrupted? Wouldn't you take a long hard look at your humanity and say "I feel vile." It's not the people down there in the ring that are the cause of this, but it's the place that you have put yourself into, it's the state of existence, the area in which you are making yourself a part of. It has been introduced to you, and you are there being defiled by it.

I don't care much about the whole thing. I don't want to know who is sleeping with who and I don't want to know why Penthouse is better than Playboy. I'm not interested in celebrities apart from the roles that they play in the movies that I enjoy watching. I'm not interested in celebrities apart from the songs that they sing which I love to listen to. A minor amount of interest? Yes, because these people are human beings and I have an interest in the human being. But, you know, I don't care. I don't care, because these people don't care about me! I want to care about those who care about me! Those who can affect my life! I'm interested in what my aunt is doing for the weekend, I'm not interested in what a movie star has for breakfast! Why should I be more interested in what a celebrity has eaten for breakfast, than what a family member is doing for the weekend? Why do people choose to give devotion to those who don't play any role in their lives whatsoever? Who don't even know they exist!

Of course, there are definitely individuals who shine very brightly and affect our lives through the influence that they wield whether it be through their words, their manner of dress, the roles they have played, the talent that they possess, etc. We cherish these people. There are products of Hollywood that I cherish, as well. People like Elizabeth Taylor and Leslie Caron. Grace Kelly. But that is a whole entirely different state of mind; it is opposed to the "trade of human flesh and emotions." To admire is a positive thing, to love and to cherish, to adore. But that is not what is cultivated in the mainstream fanfare of Hollywood and its copycats.

The true tragedy occurs when the people in the ring waiting for the lions to emerge from the dens and devour them are actually thinking "Wow, I'm so famous! This is it! I'm worth something now!" and its when that happens, that you can be sure there is something not very right going on! This is why you see such a struggle! It is a struggle between the delusively deceived mind and the soul that knows being in that ring is somewhere it doesn't want to be!

xx

A White Rose For Valentine's Day

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 09:26:00 +0000

My son came home from school yesterday (Valentine's Day) and, with an outstretched arm, handed me a long-stemmed white rose. There were two ribbons tied around the stem, a red ribbon and a violet ribbon. The rose hung it's head and looked worn and torn after a long day in his backpack at school. Honestly surprised, I hugged him and thanked him, I told him that I love him and I asked him to tell me all about the rose. He told me how the student council was selling roses for Valentine's Day, so he bought one and garnished its stem with the two ribbons used to wrap some chocolates that he bought at school. "Did you buy other roses to give to girls at school that you like?" I asked him. "No, I only had enough money to buy one rose, so I had to make up my mind who to give it to."

I can say no more.

I love my son so very dearly.

Next Valentine's Day, I'll make sure he has more money with him, so he can also give roses to any girls/girl that he likes.
xx

Naming Your Protagonists (and other characters)

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 01:12:00 +0000

You should feel free to change the name of your protagonist while writing a story. You should feel free to change anyone's name, in your story! Sometimes you name a character and as the story progresses you realize that the name doesn't belong to the person, but belongs to someone else (or is too closely associated with your own name- or too closely associated with you for some other reason- for you to feel confident that you can write out the story without too much attachment to the character), and it's just fine to change the name. I think that we should ALL feel free to change our names when we wish to! Afterall, we didn't pick our names out for ourselves, now did we? And everything else in life relies on our own choices, our own decisions, we never die the same person that we were born as! So we should all be able to name ourselves as we like to! Sobeit with the characters in the stories that we write!

I believe in maintaining a healthy detachment from one's protagonists (main characters in written stories). You don't want to fall into the character too much but you also don't want to fall out of the character too much. You want to be so much a part of the character that you can feel the way he/she breathes, but in that very same heartbeat you want to be able to immediately detach yourself at any given time and say "That's her, this is me" or "That's him, this is me." The easiest way to do that is to use names not too closely associated with yourself but at the same time ones that are meaningful enough to mean something!

xx

Men And My Novella

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 23:51:00 +0000

Upon the completion of my novella, right away I realized that my book would be more appreciated by men rather than women. And I'm not very sure right now if that's a fact, but so far men have many good things to say about my novella. See, in my novella one can't find any confessions of everlasting love à la the Twilight Saga's Edward and Jacob. Nobody's dying at anyone's feet and promising eternal devotion. In fact, I don't even say "dating" or "in a relationship" or "boyfriend" or "she fell in love with him" or "he fell in love with her." My own editor (who was a woman) asked me after reading my manuscript "What is the relationship between Pierre-Auguste and Lucy?" Because in my story, I use the written word to express the process of love, to convey the process of passion. And in real life, more often than not, words so divine usually go unheard and unspoken! Rather, we pick up these things through body language, through our vision, through our senses, and that makes these things, these experiences, more real! More true! It's ironic that I use words to show that words are just words and it's something else that is more genuine. But that's what I did. And my protagonist, my heroine Lucy, she's not the girl who waits for the guys to profess their unwavering and unfaltering desires for her! No, she goes about things on her own terms! And I don't think she'd like it any other way! And so, to wrap this up, what I'm saying is that women more often than men, want to hear the words "you are my girlfriend", "I will love you unto the ends of the earth", "I will never leave you", while men really don't want to put a period at the end of the sentence. Men want to go through the process of experiencing something without it necessarily having to fall into a criteria. And Lucy didn't need things to fall into a criteria for her, she wanted what it was! And what it was, was real! So, I think that *generally, my novella doesn't satisfy the fantasies of women, but it's realistic, and my characters live by their own terms. And I think men are created in a way to find that intriguing, interesting, and a journey that's unforgettable.

xx

‎*I say generally, because there are women who also genuinely appreciate my novella, Saint Paul Trois Châteaux:1948.

from the pages of Tales Of A Pirate's Daughter (father's words)

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 10:23:00 +0000

“Because...” he used to cradle his daughter in his arms every morning and often they would exchange soft nuances “...if you can dream it, if you can see it in your visions at night, if you can feel it in your soul, it’s yours! And it never really belonged to anyone else, in the first place! It was always yours!” Viera returned her scroll to the drawer and closed it, she kissed the compass around her neck and climbed into her bed under the warm quilts, the candle flame crackled and the memories of her father’s arms around her embraced her there in bed and his deep, hoarse voice resounded in her ears; “... and if you chance upon a treasure that is yours and it happens to be in the possession of someone else, it’s not very wrong to take what is yours, to take what you dreamed, what you saw in your visions at night, what you felt visit you in your spirit! Sure, it’s not lawful, but aye aye my little one, listen to me when I tell you that the best things in life are not under the laws of any sort! For which law created love? Which law created courage? The best things, the real things, are the things that are not measured by any man’s laws! Fear is the only thing that any law has ever created! And what kind of pirates would we all be if we were afraid of any of our fears, even a little!”

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

– Captain Thomas Tew (Words of the highly revered and unforgotten pirate, Captain Thomas Tew, the famous and courageous privateer-turned-pirate of the 16'th century. An excerpt from the unpublished novel, Tales Of A Pirate's Daughter, a fiction novel gleaned from the pages of history where the true-to-life Captain Thomas Tew can now be found!)

from the pages of Tales Of A Pirate's Daughter

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 05:26:00 +0000

(Excerpt from) Tales Of A Pirate's Daughter

We are all born the masters of our own shoreline; we’re born on a shoreline and this shoreline belongs to us, we have an ocean in front of us that belongs to us, as well! And this is our shoreline, and this is our ocean.

I have realized that for too long in my life, I have allowed people to extend their own shorelines far into mine, moving far inland, pushing my borders into a thin, almost-invisible line and I have been standing in one spot for too long, afraid to move here, afraid to move there; for fear of stepping beyond these other people’s borders! But I have learned that this is my shoreline, and that–that is my ocean! These are my waves to master, my coast to defend! I have learned that my life consists of swimming in my ocean and digging up treasures (and burying treasures) on my land! Nobody has the right to move his or her own horizon beyond my horizon! They don’t have the right to push their borders beyond my own! I will swim in my ocean, I will defend my land, I will build ships on my shore, fly in my sky, soar in my Heaven, and I will sail the ships that I build, I will sail into my ocean! And when I want, I will swim! I will swim as much as I want!

I have this life, and while I have it, I’d better not let anyone try to impede on it, I’d better not let anyone attempt to conquer it, and I’d better not let anyone trespass into it! The horizons of others can only stretch as far into mine as I allow them to. The boundaries of other people can only reach as far beyond my own as I allow them to. I will start walking; I will not stay anymore in this one spot! And as I walk, their borders will shrink back, as I wade in the water, their boundaries will fall asea, and as I swim and sail and fly, they will have to accept their own realities while keeping themselves out of mine!

We are not born to rent out our coast, our shoreline, our sea, our ocean, our skies, our Heaven, we are not born as sacrifices! We are not born for the benefit of others, we are born for the benefit of ourselves. We are given this ocean for us to swim in, we are given this sky for us to fly into, we can plant trees, or we can cut trees! We can bury treasure or we can dig up treasure! We can construct bridges or we can destroy them! We can sail in ships or we can swim! We can fly with our wings or we can fly on our dreams! We can do anything we want to do, we can be anyone we want to be, we can be who we are. We can have what is ours, and we can keep it! We don’t have to give it away.

I am going to be me, and I seek no shoreline to conquer, I seek no horizon to impede upon. I have my own! And no one can impose upon it; nobody can desecrate me.

~ Vie Tew

(A handwritten diary entry by Viera "Vie" Rose Tew, the protagonist and heroine of my unpublished novel entitled Tales Of A Pirate's Daughter; the story of a pirate's daughter, set in the 1600's)

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

Grace

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 11:47:00 +0000

Grace

(February 1, 2012)

Behold the waterfall!

She springs forth!

Budding and sprouting

Like a deep spring of eternal waters

Breaking free to the surface of the earth

For the first time.

Fervently, Serenely, Calmly

Unstoppable, Fresh, Vibrant

The water breaks and buds forth

And falls from the crown of this cliff

Long stemmed roses of all colors

Burst forward in ferocious beauty and gentleness!

They merge together in torrents,

Long thornless stems crowned with brilliantly colored petals!

Cascading as they do this fall, this downward dance

Down the drop, intertwined in the water;

A loose braid of aqua and long-stemmed roses

Erupting and dropping together.

Imagination is void of the natural occurrence of this

Unnatural, Unlikely

Look again now!

The water has evaporated!

And left are the roses piled up like boulders!

In the parched stream that has run dry, lie piles of thornless roses!

What is the meaning of this?

Unfading, everlasting roses on a thirsty ground?

Is the meaning of this I see

A frightful one?

This unnatural occurrence, this otherworldly reality

What is the meaning?

This is grace

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

The Differents 2

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 15:39:00 +0000
The Differents 2
(September 12, 2010)

Come with me on the flight
Of ten thousand seagulls, lets
Divide us among them and
Cascade on their wings
In the place where I come from
Far away from here
I used to sit and fly and float
Come with me and I could
Show you where ten thousand
Seagulls roam
They carry our souls to
Wherever we want to go!
And would you still come with me
To the place where it hurts, where
Their tears roll over our skin and
We feel all that is not our own
But is theirs
It becomes ours
To the place of sharing and
Would you stay to watch me
Dance inside their souls
And they dance into mine?
Would you stay if
You had to hear every thought
You had to see every pain
You had to feel every whisper
You would be always different
You say that I’m different but
Do you really know how different?

Copyright 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

The Differents

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 15:25:00 +0000

The Differents
(September 12, 2010)

The photographs lined his wall
A woman
A beautiful smile
Captures of joy
Trappings of love
He walked out and I said
“you still love her”
Pain stung the air and
I wish I hadn’t said it
He looked down
To the ground
I didn’t even know him
Not even his name

I touched her shoulder and
I watched her eyes dilate
Her fears run away
Peace overcame her
She didn’t even know me
Not even my name

I felt that tear fall
Falling rolling on my skin
But it’s not my own
It fell
A thousand miles away
It’s not mine
But it falls on my skin

I looked into his eyes
I recognized him
From a different time
I welcomed his soul
His soul walked into mine
Again

I’m glowing
They all say I’m glowing

I needed sunlight and
The sunlight came into place

In agony I lifted my face
To the Heavens and
Clouds of gray were born

I was sitting on the sidewalk when
He came up to me and said
“you are different, very different”
He didn’t even know me

If he only knew how different

Copyright 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

The First Command

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 11:28:00 +0000

The First Command

(January 30, 2012)

I call to you now!

My league of Twenty Thousand!

You who inhaled my breath!

You who knew life again because of my

Presence!

I call out your names! Each of you!

The golden horses and knights!

The bronze warriors!

And you soldiers!

Hear me now! You who share my

Breath!

Listen to this command I give you!

Free me from the devourer!

Free me from the great claw

That holds onto my heel!

Crush its shell!

Eat its flesh!

Lay waste of all it’s children!

Eradicate all memory of it!

May it be ever forgotten!

Banish it from me!

Remove it from me!

Replace the clasps on my feet

With pure silk to bind my bruises!

Replace the rope around my ankles

With the caress of precious oils

Oils of rose and saffron!

I unleash you now!

I unleash you onto the beast!

Devour

Its

Children

Crush its head

Come and set me free!

Copyright 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

Miracle

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 07:10:00 +0000
Miracle

It is like
A sweet, crimson poison
Drop by drop
Sweetly poisoning, deeply coloring
Every drop like a
Crimson cloud of mist dispersing
Steadily unfurling its wings
Like a scarlet angel

The scarlet angels fly
Slowly in my glass of water
Gliding, envenoming this water
Molecule upon molecule: a parasitism
Sweet crimson turns my water into wine
The overcoming I have long awaited

Let me transform Let me transform Let me transform

From water into wine

Copyright 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved

I know...

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 04:16:00 +0000
I know from the bottom of my heart and with all of it, that it doesn't matter if at the end of your life you can say that you shared the best of yourself with the rest of the world and it doesn't matter if everyone in the world remembers you as wonderful; but what matters is if at the end of your life you can say that you shared the best of yourself with the handful of people who are around you, that you gave the wonderful in you, to the people you love and who love you. Happiness never has and never will come from fame.

– C. JoyBell C.

On The Art Of Relationships And The Bad Blood Between Men And Women

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 04:26:00 +0000
Just because you picked out the fake diamond from the chest, doesn't spoil all the diamonds in there that are real! It just means you're an idiot! Or, hopefully, it was just a learning process. And we all go through learning processes.

– C. JoyBell C.

The Brotherhood Of The Fathers

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 03:06:00 +0000

The River God, Tigris: Vatican City

The Brotherhood Of The Fathers

Let us go yonder
Beyond our own seas and valleys
Past our ports and trading steads
To the distant towns and those peculiar peoples

Let us tear down their pagan temples
Dismantle their altars stone by stone
Desecrate their steps and pedestals
We will bring to naught their holy of holies

Let us build our sanctuaries on their sacred foundations
We will tell them that we are their redemption
Their salvation, the forgiveness of their sins
We will give them to shame

Banish them!
Enslave them!
Cast these people out!

Let us garnish them as sinners
As nothing more than savage
Lesser ones to be forgotten
Dismissed ignorant barbarians

Let us confine the gods to myth and legend
Stories for the children
Tall tales, lies, imagery!
Nothing more than simple amusements

Then let us carefully remove the statues
The sculptures of Zeus
Those figures of Venus
This replica of Poseidon

Then let us bind the gods to us
Here with us, in our chambers!
Under our roof, within our walls!
We will break bread in their presence!

Then let us emulsify in the glory
Of the imprints of the gods
Their thoughts bent always towards us
Captured in their images

We are their sanctuary now!
We are their new foundation!
We will bind and harness the gods!

And let us fear not
For there will be none to come and free them
Their peoples have been silenced
In their own fear of sin and accusation

And let us sleep well
The world cannot remember them
They are only bedtime stories
There is none to fear but us

Us alone

Copyright 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

*When I visited the Vatican, I saw that within her walls could be found many statues of gods and goddesses. We know that throughout history The Catholic Church has been responsible for destroying countless pagan temples and erecting Catholic Churches in their place. I saw that the pagan idols could be found within meters of where the Pope resides! Inside the walls of the Musei Vaticani, within the premises where you can find St. Peter's Basilica. Evidently, temples were destroyed but the sacred statues,replicas of the gods were kept and housed in the Vatican.

Blue Diamond, Blue Rose...

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 11:02:00 +0000
There are blue diamonds born to the world and given to those who only want glass crystals. There are blue roses born to the world yet given to those who only want daisies. Blue diamond, don't cry because they want glass crystals. Blue rose, don't bleed because they see only the daisies. You were formed in the bedroom of the gods, you were conceived in the garden of the eternal!

– C. JoyBell C.

Revelation

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 16:36:00 +0000

Revelation

I am like a diamond

Born to the earth

The years have covered me in

Grime and mud

Filth and stench

Dirt and dung

But now is today and

I will dance and dance

I will dance and dance

I will dance and dance

I will dance and watch the dirt fall off

I will dance and watch the mud crack

And drop

I will dance and all the filth and grime

Will fall away from me

And I will see myself again

And so will you

Copyright 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved

I continue...

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 06:16:00 +0000
I continue to marvel at the reluctancy of people to look into the mirror and see all the darkness that's within them: all the deceit, the dishonesty, the insincerity, the lack, the need, the want, the lies...they would rather look upon the mural of themselves that they've painted on the wall, and stare at that inanimate portrait of beauty, all the while telling themselves that it is the mirror image of them! This is a falsity, this is unreal! It is only when you turn to the unveiled mirror and bravely face your light and your darkness at once, that you will be able to see the true image of you! How can you pull the thorns from your skin if you are too afraid to open your eyes and look at them? You must open your eyes first, look at the thorns where they are piercing your flesh, and only then can you pull them out!

– C. JoyBell C.

The strength...

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 05:01:00 +0000
The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.

– C. JoyBell C.

Penned Words

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 14:53:00 +0000
This is just a note, a passing thought. This isn't a planned blog entry and I don't know how it's going to turn out, my fingers are going at the keyboard just as my words bud in my thoughts. But I just want to pen these thoughts, I only want to say, that I am in love with reality. Sometimes I reckon that there may be those who think that I'm off into a different world, because of how I write, but I am in love with reality and I believe that reality is all we really need; if we could all just see into it further. In this reality that we have, held down to the earth by our gravity, we have the joy of laughter, we live in an invisible silk web of humanity: thoughts, emotions, memories, hopes, joys, fears, courage, growth, tears, strength... reality has far more to offer than what we give it credit for! We think that we want to go off into other worlds because reality is just too bland and too boring, but I say to you, to look deeper! The unspoken silence that lingers in between the short distance of two people who bear too much to express in words; within this distance alone thrives a world full of magic! You just have to feel it. Think about all those other "white spaces" in between people, time, memories and desires! The undeniable pull and tug of lust and love and adoration and longing and the desire to be redeemed; we have all the magic that we need, there is no need to look beyond and create anything more than what's already here for us. If only everyone could see what I see. Nobody would ever want to leave. Everybody would strive to live and to love. Everybody would see that our reality is better than anything else that we want to run away into.

So, I reside in reality. I reside in the erupting essence of eye contact, touch of the skin, malleability of the sunlight... this is all very real! It's not imagined. It is felt and it is perceived and it is believed in.

I would like for everybody to come back into reality and see it for what it is, then everybody would be so thankful to have been given this life, because this life, this reality, is magic.

xx
Bells

Many gods...

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 00:47:00 +0000
I have met many gods, but there is only one God who does not demand from us a sacrifice, who instead gave the One He loves the most, as a sacrifice for us all! This God is the Alpha and Omega, they call Him Jehovah, Who was and Who is and Who is to come. He is who He is. Religion uses Him and Christians hate in His name; but the more I know this Father and His Son, the more I see that the religion I once knew has now become the scars that remind me of the chains that used to bind me and keep me far from Him. Because now I know Him through His grace, and not by any law.

– C. JoyBell C.