Trelana's Blog

My muse

trelana — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 04:00:14 +0000

My heart is beating so softly that I feel your words deep in my chest. Bouncing through my flesh and bending me on wounded knee. Without you I feel no excitement or passion. With you, my eyes sparkle with the desire to burn forever. My heart beats for you. My muse, my darling, my love.

> Wherever your feet have walked on this planet
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> I go there secretly and lay my cheek.
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> -Rumi

Oppotunity knocked

trelana — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 09:55:41 +0000

Somewhere deep down, I feel like I’m missing an opportunity. Realistically speaking, was this my opportunity or yours? The more I think, the more I believe it was your opportunity that was missed. My opportunity sits in its glass shelf waiting patiently for the right moments to glide effortlessly through the withered night. Something interesting will come this way again and it won’t be squandered.

Coffee shop girl

trelana — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 20:34:32 +0000

The short brown hair with blackframed harry potter glasses on a petite middle aged women with acne scars, hairy armpits and a paperclip necklace lacks a little self confidence but exudes independance.

I don’t see a girl saying “fuck you, I don’t need you,” that I think most the world would see from her. I see a girl crying for someone to love her. Maybe I’m wrong.

Goodbye you Stupid Shit

trelana — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 20:23:57 +0000

*Disclaimer* This poem isn’t directed at anyone in particular, just a note to my past lovers.

Smooth melodies entrance my curves
& I sway thinking you’ll come my way.
Brush past the dark knight in blue
& come crying, hoping I’ll be a comfort to you.

No knight, not tall, not much to console,
But I try so hard to be with you, you bore.
Cry out that you are the one I want at night,
Met with a slap & burst of a fight.

“Fuck you, you repulsive fat bitch.”
I cry crawling out of your bed only to be hit
In the mouth with words that sting so contrived
In the throat you don’t even hear my whisper goodbye.

I would’ve broke bread with you to comfort your soul,
But you threw me away like stale bread covered in mold.
Too bad you wasted what could’ve been great
Only to find someone else that doesn’t remember your name.

Goodbye you stupid shit.

Parashattles & other activities

trelana — Sat, 16 Jul 2011 16:24:36 +0000

Acupuncture guru Anne Adematz has given me some tools to help me kickstart my path to self- discovery, which I certianly love. Now, this is the dime store version because I don’t have the touch of Anne, but I need to do these exercises, so why not share them with those trying to find happiness in the single life?

Exercise #1- List of Wants:

Write a list of your wants from physical, spiritual, materilistic, career, relation, 2 blank ones for yourself (mine will be mental & metaphysical), and Live.

Physical

size 8

better skin

consistent yoga practitioner

consistent weight lifting

craving vegetables and not fried foods/chocolate

Spiritual

consistent meditation

better understanding of my relationship with God, do I belong to a religion?

place of worship solidified and monthly visits, not necessarily a church, but a place I feel at peace

Materialistic

Better care of my current belongings (car, musical instruments, etc)

Cleaner living and work environment to increase productivity

A condo with 1 bedroom and den would be an ideal space to live with underground parking

Wardrobe that accentuates my personality

Career

Better grasp of future desires (do I want a PhD?)

Publish a book

Possibly learn yoga enough to be an instructor

Life coach?

Relation

Ugh, my least favorite of the exercise. I’ve just begun to embrace my single life, but if I must…

Have a guy in my life that likes to travel to fun & different locations

Marriage always has this mystic sort of quality to me, so I think I’d like that, but I’m not sure.

I’d love a consistent partner that I can rely on thru the good and bad

Mental

Sharper mental expressions

Better recall of conversations and previous encounters

Ability to remember names of people I have met

Metaphysical

A better understanding of the brain and its relation to the body

An understsanding of how environment, weather,space, relationship can influence a soul’s path

What were my past lives? (is that too far out there? ahhh, fuck off.. this is my blog)

Live

Yes please!!
Oh that isn’t a request. What do I want from my life? Is that what that means?
Weird to think of this as if I am no longer alive and what I would like to be remembered as is what is popping in my mind.
Well, in that construct, I’d like to be remembered as Mother Teresa is remembered w/o the nun stuff. Dedicated to the betterment of social constructs and increased living quality for humans.

Okay, and now I need to do my meditation: OM NAMATTA (it is, what it is)

Remember your parushattles:

Service
Self-Spirit
Passion
Safety

I’m out!

You led me on

trelana — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 02:59:03 +0000

You asked me to tell u all my dirty little secrets & for what? To mock me? To completely ignore me? To move on with ur happy lovely life? Why? Why did you contact me after 6 years and tell me all the wonderful ideas u had about us then completely ignore me?

You are sick. FUCK you.

Things I learned from my first and only dog:

trelana — Wed, 15 Jun 2011 10:39:42 +0000

I miss you Bear, you taught me so much:

- its okay to take time to play a game of hide and seek before a walk

- there are better ways to get a dog’s attention then cruelty

- loyalty is much appreciated by the one you are loyal to, but it scares others

- loosen the fucking collar

- sometimes a red fern won’t grow, but a red thorn bush is just as meaningful

- true love lasts a lifetime

- love goes both ways.

- too much hair in the summer is just too much.

I miss u lil guy.

Love Lies

trelana — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 14:49:20 +0000

A subtle smile,
A gentle laugh,
My hand will wave while my heart gets smashed.

Words are chosen,
Regret ensues,
Would things have been different if I had more mind to lose?

You seem happy,
My tears swell fierce,
She makes a better partner than I could’ve been, my dear.

Goodbye baby boy,
With your gushing brown eyes.
Ill never touch you; Ill never love you except in a heart-rendering love lie.

-by: Trelana Daniel

Reason # 7 to enjoy the single life – heartbroken inspired poetry. For Ryan.

Opinions of the killing of Osama Bin Laden…

trelana — Mon, 02 May 2011 18:58:21 +0000

While I’m a bit conflicted in thought about the death of other people, I do have a sense of positive feelings for the future of my country. I have hope that we will be able to unite despite our differences and move forward to make this country great again. We have sat too long in the trenches fighting a war that had no front lines; no territory; and masked enemies as civilians. What a difficult way to defend a country and win a war when you don’t even know the enemy. Defending our way of life and the ability to disagree or agree about ideas we generate. The ability for Muslims and Christians to live in peace. The ability to walk in public with or without a hijab and not be sent to prison for 15 years. That is America and that is what we fight for. There is one name that I for certain know was an enemy of the state. For that reason alone, I am thankful for my countrymen and their service towards their attempt to capture.

I also realize there are other opinions on the matter… take the time to read a few…

Ehsanullah Ehsan – Pakistani Taliban spokesman

If he has been martyred, we will avenge his death and launch attacks against American and Pakistani governments and their security forces.

Ismail Haniyeh – head of Hamas in the Gaza Strip

We condemn the assassination and the killing of an Arab holy warrior. We ask God to offer him
mercy with the true believers and the martyrs.

We regard this as a continuation of the American policy based on oppression and the shedding of Muslim and Arab blood.

Elias Jaua - Venezuelan vice president

It is surprising to see how normal crime and killing has become and how it is celebrated by imperial governments, although they maintain respect.

Now, the death of any individual independent of what they are accused of – not only Osama bin Laden – but the president and the family of presidents are openly celebrated by the heads of the governments that bomb them.

I believe that in the first place it is an ethical question from the human point of view to celebrate death as an instrument of resolution of a problem.

Jemaah Ansharut Tauhid (JAT) spokesman Son Hadi told AFP:

If it’s true Osama bin Laden is dead, then he died a martyr. He fought for Islam and he fought for the lands colonised by America. Al-Qaeda didn’t die with him. Jihad will not be dampened just because he’s dead because jihad is a command of the religion, not of individuals.

Thought the fireplace was done for the season, but alas…

trelana — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 01:23:57 +0000

I was wrong