clair - something...clair...nothing.

I am unfolding.

My origami magick is stealthy.

Hidden in each crease is an undulating word.

Paralleled by bent lines and softened corners.

I am unfolding.

My fortune telling comes in a series of yes or no questions.

1, 2, 3, 4. Red, White, Yellow, Or BLACK. 

It all feels beige.

They all seem transparent.

If I was daring- I would crumple myself up and get recycled.

If I was unfolding and unfurled I would smooth out the creases.

This black marker would write, "Fake it, til you make it."

or

"keep it simple, stupid."

Or

"I love you. I'm sorry."

So I take each corner, and neatly fold everything back into place.

What shape does it take?

A crane.

A flower.

A frog.

A diamond.

My fortune telling only comes in yes or no questions.

No- I do not wish to be any of those creatures.

It all feels beige.

Red. Yellow. White. Black.

Folding.

Folding.

Stop.

Gratitude is the best attitude.

My music video release party is this week.

I am internally freaking out, but trying to make sure I put everything into place and have all the materials and things I need beforehand. 

It has been a long time coming, but my single for the music video "BE" is now on I-tunes!

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/be-single/id975858060

I went through a website that does all the legal work for me, and sets up my store so I can focus on the promotional side of it.

Gratitude.

Life has become a bit surreal.

From what I can see around me, there are still people on the outside of my circle who think I need to be taught a lesson.. Or that I have done them some 'wrong' because I have said NO to whatever suicide march they're on..

I choose my own path, and if you happen to be walking in that direction- let's talk. Otherwise, don't get offended if I continue on without you. It's nothing personal.

-z-

e v o L L o v e

The longer I am away from you, the more I love myself. The more it makes me love you.

The more I appreciate the thoughts and feelings that I denied. The happier I want you to be.

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I am not meant to be a piece of property. To be given a title of his, mr, sir, boyfriend,  or husband.

--

I function and feel most fulfilled when I do not feel obligated to the desires of other people.

When I am able to show compassion in a humble and unexpected way.

--

I want to love and be loved in return.

--

I am in FRIEND-love... I wish I could make the picture clearer.

I wish my kindness and dedication was not confused with "life partner" or "marriage".

--

These things make me shut down, and I realize it is because I am better at staying committed to my friends and family, than to someone who wants to have a title and contract over me.

I fully believe that choosing to have someone in your life is more romantic and loving than forcing them to be ONLY YOURS. YOUR WIFE. YOUR BF. YOUR...etc...anything...

I am not a piece of property and neither are you.

We choose the love we give.

I am sorry if mine is not possessive, or jealous.

I think that is a waste of time.

--

I applaud and congratulate those who choose their own perception of love.

I respect and admire those who do not force their perceptions on me.

Those are the people I love the most.

Those are the people who love me the most.

-z-

A Life Update

2015 has officially started now that February is around the bend.

So many wonderful, random, and magical things have been happening in my life.


I moved to Los Angeles seven months ago and hit the ground running.

There have been distractions and emotional upsets along the way, but I feel like it is all returning to order and calm.

Most recently THIS year in 2015 I have had several successes that I am happy about.


1. New recording equipment = New recordings and Music!
2. New online presence & website being developed.
3. An A&R representative was at a show I did and a label is looking into my stuff right now.
4. I have had shows booked back to back up until April.
5. I have been able to help and mentor people with PR and Music info so they can start.
6. My support system here is amazing and I love my friends that have helped me survive.
7. I just filmed my FIRST music video for a song I wrote. Thrilling!


I will stop with seven things, because it was my Grandfather's favorite number.
He was a musician and a singer, and I think of him often when I am talking to other artists and working on new material. :-)

I am sure there is a more concise and detailed way I could write about my life and where it is headed, but I feel like this will be good enough for now.

Looking forward to the future of 2015 and where it is taking me.

I am watching people around me excel and succeed so much and it is really inspiring.

I am grateful.
I am present.

Many helpful, beautiful, and wondrous things are on the horizon.

Stay tuned...

-z-

stop it.

If you are an artist:


STOP. WORKING. FOR. FREE.

It damages your image.

11/03/06


From a time capsule made for a friend... I wrote these words.
Now when I read them, I feel like they resonate with where I am in life and where I am going.




May your eyes be opened to ANY possibility.

May your heart be open to all forms of love.

May your spirit cry out when it needs to.

May your voice be heard.

    There was a fork in the road, and looking back to determine if
you went the right way is only going to delay you now.

You should be proud of who you are and where you've been.

    Never look back.

    Never say never.

You are loved, and I hope these words inspire something within you for
years to come.

He wants you to "keep fighting."

with all the  love a human can muster,

-Z-

He could have made the grade.
He would have been ideal.
I let my feelings get away.
I left my soul to feel.

For feeling, was a schism.
Each moment was a chance.
Each thoughtless intuition.
Was mindless happenstance.

I wrung my hands over the water.
I placed my heart in new compartments.
I watched the tears fall on the paper.
I gave him time for sentiment.

For losing, was a poison.
Each thorn a passing glance.
Each thought that was never spoken.
Was doomed to true romance.

He should have made it fade.
He could have been ideal.
I let my mind degrade.
I left my soul to feel.

I burned up bits of letters.
I threw up shards of glass.
I patched the wounds much better.
I let the feelings pass.

For time was just a vessel.
Each lapse, a quickened song.
Each tampering, each meddle.
Was too far, and too far gone.

He wonders why I am silent.
He paces in his mind.
My heart knows what my choice meant.
It has hardened over time.

My lover is the loft apartment.
I am the basement floor.
So high on awful discontent.
I can't do this anymore.

I crawled out of the darkness.
I splayed myself across the floor.
I closed my eyes to the abyss.
I will not live here any more.

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