In just 10 days I will be boarding a plane to a place I've never been...the closer I get, the more I start to think. I'm not afraid, but you just have to wonder...anyhow, this is 'wheat in Texas.' it appears to have nothing to do with anything, but if you read between the lines, it will.


my father was a gracious man
in summer's endless fields
he ripped down wheat in a place where
"even beyond all the colors," he said
"all Texans will never be the same."

the only freedom he could ever teach me
lay barreled up in the bed of his pickup truck;
trying to keep the sun from my eyes,
I knew those summers held me together
keeping wheat tied down against the busy highway winds,
there was just no room for rebellion
pulling up in Mr. bowmen's driveway,
there was "yes-Sir, thank-you-Sir,"
and then weekly pay.

my father would nod and so graciously smile and
we'd start for home, where he wouldn't look at me the whole way.
but would say to me over and over:
"chevy, there are parts of this Country I've
never been allowed to believe in,
and till you cross border to California or somewhere,
you'll never believe in them either."


-Morgan H

Words All Around You With a Heart in the Middle

(verse one)

love is timeless
don't chase me through the years
the memories you count
the nights you stay out
seem like forever
they're like forever
love is tasteless
you can't pick up its ways
you feel it all around you
on the tip of your tongue
but you can't explain
so you can't complain

(chorus)
and it's words all around you
with a heart in the middle
it's words all around you
with a heart in the middle
it's words all around you
with a heart in the middle
it's hard in the middle
it's hard in the middle

(verse two)
love is faceless
so don't come to look for me
the world is ever changing
where I stay the same
but I leave no trace
I can't leave a trace
love is heartless
it needs us to be
the weight of its proof
the proof of its truth
but no pressure,
no pressure

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morgan, apart//

|this morning, i all of a sudden wish i had never cut my hair. it was all over the place and i couldn't do anything with it. i was so, so tired when i woke up, and i have no idea why because i had a full eight hours of sleep. i woke up with my head at the foot of my bed, my covers all over the floor, and i was burning up. i have no idea WHAT happened last night. anyhow, i got myself a coca cola (not coffee--doing slightly better about that addiction, i guess!) and it got a little better.

i am also not in the mood for christmas yet. i realized that i really dislike christmas songs, which kind of hurts the christmas spirit..but i still like all the lights and such.

[photography]portfoliotheme challenges

so i know that i don’t have to use a theme for my portfolio, but i don’t want to slap random photographs on to a disc that i think look good and call it photography. if anything, even if the viewers aren’t impressed with my work, i want them to see that there is pattern and reason in my work, and i’m not just taking pictures. with that being said, i came up ‘drainage.’ took photographs and drained the color. my goal was to make it look as lifeless as possible. to show what it looks and feels like when absolutely alone. and when i say alone, i don’t mean lonely. i just want to show the contrast of living and existing and how when it’s just existing..everything
is silent, colorless, lifeless. what i like to call drainage. here is some of what i shot today for that series:

should have been a storm

It rained all day in Tennessee. However, I'm pretty sure Georgia was just about the same. I enjoy the rain. I really do. It's just something about the cold and the rain...and when it's not even a storm...that irritates me. I've become more tolerant of it, though. I think the French Vanilla Cappucino I had this morning may have had something to do with it. I only had one cup. And it carried me through the entire day. My coffee addiction is dwindling :)

Oh, bokeh shots were taken in downtown Nashville, Tennessee earlier tonight.

Wild Horses | Ray Lamontagne

tomorrow's tennessee

Going to Tennessee tomorrow. Going to hang out with some people, do some things...I'm not really sure what it all entails, but I don't really plan on asking. I just like the feeling of...going. Having an idea, but not knowing really what to expect or where I may end up. And with that kind of mindset, you always end up somewhat satisfied. Nothing is too much, and nothing is not enough. What happens happens and what doesn't happen, doesn't happen. Who loves you, loves you and who doesn't love you, doesn't love you. Where you get to go, you get to go, where you don't get to go, you don't get to go. Such a simple concept, but it takes all of eternity for people to realize that.

end of november, again.

Did absolutely nothing today. First day of Thanksgiving Break and I can tell this is going to be an enjoyable time. I do have homework, however, I am in no mood for doing it...nor do I think I will be in the mood for it anytime soon. Have to read Animal Farm by George Orwell by the 1st. I've read it before. But I need to read it again if I plan on keeping up in class.
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Saw The Secret Life of Bees today. It wasn't what I thought it would be, but for the better. Loved the dialog.
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I decided that over Break I'm going to learn all of the artistic movements from Classical all the way up until Post-Modernism..which we're taking forever to get out, by the way.

no more facebook.

Two days ago, I deactivated my Facebook account. Not only have a gotten 3 email notifications saying that someone has been trying to log in to my account, but it has been mentioned to me around 20 times as to did I really do it, and why I did it.
Even though none of these people will probably read this (considering they are more than likely on Facebook right now), I just wanted to mention that my reasons for distancing myself from Facebook are no different than distancing myself from any other distraction. It simply takes up too much time. And the more and more features the site adds, the more and more I don't get anything done. Messages, photos, photo tagging, wall posts, wall replies, the chat box, the bumper stickers (which I keep deleting, but it keeps reappearing), friend requests, the poking, the notes, status, relationship statuses, religious views, political views, what you're "looking for," people you may know, all the groups, group discussions--and the list goes on! Since I have deleted it, I have been so much more productive online, and just in general.
Overall, I can see how the site is useful and I do not condemn those who use it. I just know that for me personally, I am capable of so much and hours and hours spent into an internet networking website makes it almost impossible.

-Morgan H

draped in warm shadows, a silhouette of a nun
not the face of man nor the face of the sun
but a yellow tinted dawn yanked up by God's own hand
we see the morning coming but we still don't understand
the sanctity reigning on church steps as they crack
is the same sanctity shining on the mad man's back
that will still lead him to a place he never really knows
carrying him further than death still breathing as he goes

counting the angels on the ceiling
I know you can see me from wherever you are
I'm not sure of your name anymore
I'm not sure who we are anymore
amidst the space between us
hey, it probably means something
counting the angels on the ceiling
I know you can see me from wherever you are

untitled stairway
unpainted walls
to step any closer
the ceilings would fall
untitled people in
unpainted rooms
though trapped forever
they are no fools

and if to breathe in the moment
if to speak in the morning
would it be free of charge
though they leave afraid
to become the ageless burden
of fellowmen they've never met
trying to justify the horizon
under a fake sunset