Come and play

Life is a movie
An independant film of everyone's life
Life is a photoshoot, and we'll pose while those memories trigger the camera
Flash, its imprinted in our receptors...and those memories will fade like old photos until the faces are a blur, and the background is a tattered sepia
Life is the page out of a story book, and as we turn the pages, our history and future unfolds before our eyes like a pop-up book
Life is a poem, it flows with our sorrows, our woes, our happiness and this prose is just the beginning of the words we'll say...
Life is a play, a stage we act out in our rage, in our pains, in our gains, in our love and our hopes
And when you pull the ropes the curtain folds back, and we'll never hold back
We'll give you all our passion, all our dreams, and inside this will be our biography
There is no choreography, only the self-conscious guessing of our actions will prevent us from becoming great actors of our lives
Life is a painting, and we are the colors that splash across its canvas and create its true soul...
Life is full of mystery, our history is only the past repeated, so don't stay seated...don't watch us play, come and join in the game.

Wake up: Steps toward consciousness

How do you become conscious?
You may think that you are currently aware of your surroundings, what's going on in your life, and that you have full control of your current situation...
I could be wrong though, you may have absolutely no idea what's going on, and your crying out for help, wondering what life is all about? Maybe your a complete mess!
Whatever your situation; these simple things will help crank up your consciousness levels.

Here you are, sitting at your computer, in your room, maybe your living room or kitchen, reading this blog. Look around you, what kind of drink are you drinking? Are you even drinking anything, does your body need water? What's sitting on your desk?
What does your desk look like?
What is hanging on your walls?
What is the texture of your carpet?
Is everything neat and organized, or a catastrophe?

No...really LOOK at things. Just because you KNOW what's sitting on your desk, or in your closet, or pantry, doesn't mean you really acknowledge its existence.
Seriously pay attention, look past that slight blur of disinterest hazing your vision.
Sharpen those pupils, put on your glasses, check out that cup your drinking out of.

When you leave your house to run errands, pay attention to your steps, to the things around you. Make sure your really breathing.

A good test, go to the grocery store, and go to the produce section. Whenever you see something you've never tasted or smelled, pick it up, analyze it, smell it, feel the texture, the weight, the color. Look at everything around you, really focus on things.

To break out of that routine unconscious haze requires doing things you've never tried before.
I'm not talking about skydiving; it always blows my mind how people think that's breaking out of a box. I'm also not talking about going to a new restaurant for lunch, although that helps.
Maybe there's a little antique or thrift shop you've always wanted to go into, and maybe you finally go in. Try on one of those vintage outfits, or really pay attention to how cool all the old magazines and signs are. Imagine yourself in another time period, and imagine what it would be like.
Maybe go up to the mountains or your local park, get a local plant guide for your area, and learn your surroundings. Actually learn the qualities and names of your local flowers and weeds.

Now this is only a few ideas on how to break out of your boxes, but another very important factor in consciousness, is your inner life.
How often do you pay attention to your pets?
When was the last time you took your kid to the park, or went on a date with your other half?
How clean is your house?
Maybe instead of going to jack-in-the-box for lunch, learn how to make a new dish and cook it the night before work.
How healthy do you think your eating?

These are just a few simple things on how to stay conscious, as you move forward, and become more aware, you will start to interact with your own life more, instead of being a bystander.
What are your ideas about being conscious?

Starphyre's Poetry: Family

What is a city, but a distraction? A quick interaction between millions of faces, but a only a fraction will be the friends we have attraction, like magnets among tin, the connection is slim; the odds are grim, we touch bases not as a friend; but a number in a grid...
I rid myself of numbers, and now I am left with only family, and nothing is as we planned it to be.
We soon see, that even a few of you and me; is friction and discord, but without each other disconnection is our only story, and how many stories can one man tell of hermatage in a cell; and to who will he recite his deeds but to a wall, and his reflection in a well.

Is it fair? (From Starphyre's Journal)

I enter through the giant arch, displaying proudly what the name of this place is; The Fair.
I smell greasy food, foul body odor and beer breath. The sun is hot against my face, it peirces through my clothes; I feel as if my flesh is burning. The dirt is yellow, baking yellow under the yellow sun; its dry and dusty and devoid of life.
The dirt kicks up as crowds of people walk, clouds of yellow dirt billows up into the sky. I feel lost among the hulking machines, the stale smelling food stalls, the flashy colors and gimmicks, all disguising the threadbare remnants of dignity holding this place together. I know who they are, the ones who run the Farris Wheel, who pull the levers and gears, who grease the cogs and spit up dirt and blood from angels dust. The ones who run the show, who rig the games and laugh all the same. They have tattered clothes, and hollow eyes, missing teeth and flashy devices. They hide secrets, dirty tricks and dreams they'll never have. They are like all of us, just trying to get by.
They run the show, we are the guests to be entertained. Is it all what it seems? The spinning machines, the spider crawling up into the sky, the deadmans drop, and the mini train ride? Is it all fun and games, bright colors and butterflies in your stomach? I wonder this, as I show my ticket, and climb on board the rollercoaster ride. The man in the red jumpsuit powering the monster, smiles a crooked grin, I know his sins he hides inside.
I strap myself into the cart; and feel the cold metal bars press against my chest, the hard plastic seat bruise my butt. The red jumpsuit man pulls his lever, and I feel the rumble begin beneath me. The monster awakens with a stutter, a purr, and a roar. I hold myself tight, I know this ride isn't going to be what I expect, what I came for. The cart begins to slowly move forward, slowly gaining momentum. I feel the pressure building in the air, as the other passengers prepare for the rush.
Up the carts roll, higher and higher, anticipation clinging to me like the sweat pouring down my chest. And finally, it begins its drop. Its all a blur of adrenaline, screaming faces and my stomach jumping into my throat, it rattles me and pushes me back so hard against the plastic seat I feel I might break. I can't breath or move, just let it take me and feel the wind slice my skin, and sting like hot fire. And then its over. I'm sitting in the cart, my stomach in knots, my hair windblown into tangles, and the red jumpsuit man motions for me to get out. There's a line already forming. More people looking for a rush they can't find in life, looking for something safe to shake up their worlds so they can walk away, back to routine, back to simplicity, life without mystery.