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Lisa Candelaria Bartlett


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[06 Jul 2009 | Monday] 

she told me
if you don't know what it is you seek
you will always be only a searcher.

I nodded like I understood
but I didn't.

Wanted to find my daddy.
It was all I ever wanted.

Wasn't it?

She tells me
if that's all you want
then go find him.
You know where he's buried.

I said, of course, that is what I should do.
I smiled at her brilliant idea.

So I packed a bag
and got on a plane
and got close.
very close.
but couldn't quite make it
down to where he was.

It was only a day's drive.

Nine hundred sixty seven miles.
Find his stone.
Take the picture.
Leave a letter.
Or seven.

Go.
Get in your car.
Drive.

She stood by
out of view
arms crossed
smirking.


If you ever actually get there
(she said)
what will you search for then?

You'll have to find something else
insurmountable unobtainable ellusive
won't you?

So then that's not really it, is it?

But she was not unkind.



she told me
if you don't know what it is you seek
you will always be only a searcher.


A searcher I will be then
until I know for sure.

Bunchoftrees

 
Maybe your looking for yourself.  Some things will never be known.  Maybe this is just a blog.
If you can search for whatever you want and at the same time enjoy GIRADS on pasta what's the problem?  If you want I'll hold the light while you search.  Big hugs 4 you.

 
Posted by Bunchoftrees on [06 Jul 2009 | Monday] - 16:14
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*LISA*
Lisa Candelaria Bartlett

 
ty hon
 
Posted by *LISA* on [06 Jul 2009 | Monday] - 19:56
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**~meLLy~**

 
Oh man...  way back I wrote a blog about Annika and her "father"... 
Reading this just makes me feel WAY more than I want to..

But isn't that what life is all about?

Love the way you write.. 

 
Posted by **~meLLy~** on [24 Aug 2009 | Monday] - 09:55
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*LISA*
Lisa Candelaria Bartlett

 
aww.. thank you, meLLy. Reading it now I can see how far back I was really standing when I wrote this; like the virtual me, standing in the kitchen dictating to the part of me sitting at the computer. Detatched. And like always, when I started it, I had no idea it would be about my dad.
Or Annika's dad.
xxx

 
Posted by *LISA* on [24 Aug 2009 | Monday] - 10:23
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Stages of Colors Black to Gray
Michael M.

 
Maybe you are searching for his blessing which I could relate too I have wanted my fathers blessing but it still remains out of reach.Maybe , the search could be for acceptance of ourselves and know that this is more available and much more assessible. 
 
Posted by Stages of Colors Black to Gray on [12 Sep 2009 | Saturday] - 18:43
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*LISA*
Lisa Candelaria Bartlett

 
that's a wonderful point, Michael. And I do believe you're right :(

xxx
 
Posted by *LISA* on [15 Sep 2009 | Tuesday] - 11:03
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