Kolekole Trail

We went on a little adventure today. Here are some pics I took… I know it’s a lot of branches, but they looked so cool.

The last few photos are from an old bunker we found along the road. I was too scared to go in lol, that’s been the occurring theme today. I plan on going back and exploring it a little deeper. On the wall it said “David’s Room”, I plan on taking pics with a better ISO so I can take clearer pics in low light.

Enjoy =)

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The Dance of Death

Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves

With all the careless and high-stepping grace,

And the extravagant courtesan’s thin face.
Was slimmer waist e’er in a ball-room wooed?

Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,

Palls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod

With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.
The swarms that hum about her collar-bones

As the lascivious streams caress the stones,

Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,

Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes
Are made of shade and void; with flowery sprays

Her skull is wreathed artistically, and sways,

Feeble and weak, on her frail vertebræ.

O charm of nothing decked in folly! they
Who laugh and name you a Caricature,

They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
The nameless grace of every bleached, bare bone

That is most dear to me, tall skeleton!
Come you to trouble with your potent sneer

The feast of Life! or are you driven here,

To Pleasure’s Sabbath, by dead lusts that stir

And goad your moving corpse on with a spur?
Or do you hope, when sing the violins,

And the pale candle-flame lights up our sins,

To drive some mocking nightmare far apart,

And cool the flame hell lighted in your heart?
Fathomless well of fault and foolishness!

Eternal alembic of antique distress!

Still o’er the curved, white trellis of your sides

The sateless, wandering serpent curls and glides.
And truth to tell, I fear lest you should find,

Among us here, no lover to your mind;

Which of these hearts beat for the smile you gave?

The charms of horror please none but the brave.
Your eyes’ black gulf, where awful broodings stir,

Brings giddiness; the prudent reveller
Sees, while a horror grips him from beneath,

The eternal smile of thirty-two white teeth.
For he who has not folded in his arms

A skeleton, nor fed on graveyard charms,

Recks not of furbelow, or paint, or scent,

When Horror comes the way that Beauty went.
O irresistible, with fleshless face,

Say to these dancers in their dazzled race:

“Proud lovers with the paint above your bones,

Ye shall taste death, musk-scented skeletons!
Withered Antinous, dandies with plump faces,

Ye varnished cadavers, and grey Lovelaces,

Ye go to lands unknown and void of breath,

Drawn by the rumour of the Dance of Death.
From Seine’s cold quays to Ganges’ burning stream,

The mortal troupes dance onward in a dream;

They do not see, within the opened sky,

The Angel’s sinister trumpet raised on high.
In every clime and under every sun,

Death laughs at ye, mad mortals, as ye run;
And oft perfumes herself with myrrh, like ye

And mingles with your madness, irony!”
From: Baudelaire, Charles. “The Poems and Prose Poems of Charles Baudelaire.” iBooks. 

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Insomnia Talk

I’m what you would call a professional student. With the amount of classes and courses I’ve taken, I should have a PH.D. Then again, I’ve changed majors countless of times. Here’s my thought…

We’ve changed so many things in our lives and how we do it. I mean we have drones deliver products! Why is that we still think of school in the same old fashion? I’ve seen videos and Ted Talks on how we should upgrade our way of educating our children, but the same should be said about college. Not everyone needs to go to school for 2 to 4 years. Especially those in the tech field.

I’ve been learning how to code and learning programming methods by using Lynda.com and other websites. Some of these websites give you a certificate of completion. How is that any different than college?

I understand that some professions need that 4-year degree or more, like medicine, but even then we can update our way of teaching the class. With all this amazing technology around us, why can’t we try? Does our government really not want us to progress? People work from home and yes there is online schooling, but that’s not for everyone. We’re the only country, that I know of, that makes sure students are in debt the moment they graduate college.

I don’t mind paying some here and there for the classes that interest me the most. I want to think out of the box and not just do the curriculum you think is best for me. Especially someone like me who loves to study and learn as much as I can.

The point is, just like I say we need to look at mental health differently, education is definitely one of those topics that need to be spoken about more and looked at differently. We need to open up our minds again and think out of the box. We’ve become too complacent with what we have in front of us and we have stopped making advances towards a better world.

Just my two cents, while I struggle to sleep.

Thanks for reading 💕
– The Grumpy Hippy ✌️

Coffee Shop Tales

May 16th, 2017

It’s a rainy day, the sky is gloomy yet beautiful.

Two birds feast among garbage on the road.

The sky looks like it’s crying, but not tears of sadness, nor tears of joy, just tears.

She tries to show her light, but the grayness takes over.

People go by, living their lives as they normally do.

I sit here in a coffee shop, looking out a stained glass filled with water drops it’s collected from the sky.

The jazz is blaring, some people reading, others getting together for a good laugh.

If all this were to disappear, where would we be? How would we survive? Could we survive? Will our natural instincts, our “survival skills” help us through? Or are we so accustomed to this easy life, that we wouldn’t even know where to begin?

The times have surely changed, even though there is still much of the same occurring within out lives.

We no longer have the monarchy, we no longer need heirs, but we still use our heirs to move forward into power.

We still need the right name to move forward.

We still need to be the right color to sometimes succeed.

Lands are still being dominated and taken over by foreigners.

We still fight wars but with greater arms.

We no longer stop to admiring nature.

We no longer stop to give thanks for the beauty that still surrounds us or has survived our human touch.

We no longer care for the simple things in life (as I write this using an iPad with a digital typewriter app in a coffee shop).

The sky is no longer gray. The blue has parted ways with it and is now shining her lightness among us.

Is the sky happy that I’ve noticed her tears?

Is this why she parted ways?

Don’t let the blue fool you, she still has tears falling down her face. Half the sky is blue, the other somewhat still gray, but the rain is still all over.

We live in different times we do. I imagine myself writing this in a beautiful gown, red, under a tree with a beautiful updo.

I see myself letting the wind pass through my sleeves as I hear my mother call out to me from the house that’s a good 2 miles away.

I see myself having a suitor that gallops in his beautiful brown horse just to greet me and take me away to the field of flowers he knows I love so much.

I long for simpler times. I long for the times I’ve only read about.

Her tears have stopped. The sun is starting to expose herself to us.

Yonder by the mountains the sky is still somewhat gray, feeling cold and alone. Perhaps she needs to release some tears.

My mind wanders back to the reality of things… sitting in a coffee shop, the jazz is blaring, and I’m only still the girl that dreams of better times.

Midnight

She wandered aimlessly down the street. No destination in mind, no place to be. Every thought passed right through her, unaware of the damage it has caused. She tried to close her eyes, she tried to fall asleep, only to be awoken again by those nightmares… she dares not speak of them.
Maybe listening to music might help, maybe a word puzzle, something… nothing.

She returns home, lights off, complete silence, rooms empty.

She sits in the living room, then the dining room, finally her bedroom. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts… she couldn’t even tell you what they were. She doesn’t know herself.

Nightmares, those hellish nightmares that bring her those thoughts. The people in her dreams, the ones she has tried to forget only to linger along her path. Everywhere she looks, there they are, everywhere she turns, the memory pops back up. Good memories, no… bad people… no… just go AWAY!

A piece of her is missing. Does she listen to her dreams? Confusion. Stability. Unhappy. There are rules that must be followed. Rules… yeah, those things.

Wake up tired, no empathy, it’s her fault. Suffer… She wishes that she could agree that it was her fault.

Damn thoughts, they are back, what fucking thoughts? “The ones that make me stay up”, said she. Fuck fuck fuck…

She wishes she could understand herself more at times. She wants to explain what it is that keeps her up, She wishes she knew what kept her up.

Midnight… close your eyes… time for the ride…
AWAKE again.

– the grumpy hippy

05/30/2017