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Archive for December, 2007

“Hummingbird”

Monday, December 24th, 2007

she’s been following her heart
blind where to go
what tomorrow brings
she certainly don’t know
there’s been thousands of footsteps
all by her side
all walking through their own unique rollercoaster ride
she’s just a
tiny fragment in this big universe
popped into life and quietly dispersed
travelling through a journey
and where does it lead
doesn’t matter as long as she’s free

I’m home!

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

I made it to LA. It is so beautiful here. I love it!

LOS ANGELES HERE I COME BABY!

Monday, December 10th, 2007

T-minus Twenty Four hours I will begin my new life in California!

Move over Hollyhood! Cristy Joy is on the way suckaaaaaaaaaaa

Love ya’ll - woo!

new songs:

Monday, December 3rd, 2007

Alternative/Rock:“Zippy” - Cristy Joy on vocals, Randy Garcia on instruments

Grunge/Rock:“whatwhat” - Cristy Joy

Techno:“Sunrise” - Cristy Joy

“Fannish Fairlyand”

Sunday, December 2nd, 2007

mutual exclusion
from the simplistical mind
carry the illusion
of splendor and unkind
hide behind a shield filled with lust and full of pain
be rid of that falsetto masque again and again
travel
through a distant land
please re-extend a hand

“well, alrighty then… fine fine fine”

Sunday, December 2nd, 2007

she feels the cold summer breeze
up past her elbows & down past her knees
what was once so hastily forsaken with ease
now a thoughtful reminiscent tease
as she runs faster into the distance
growing taller with time
throws away resistance
and gets rid of her mind
meditational secret ado
refocusing energy away from you
it’s all a joke
but her heart is deep and real
share a smoke
and tell you how to feel
was lost on the path bombarded with walls
barriers protecting what? the concrete jungle?
perhaps mislead, misconstrued
perhaps impatient, immature
open to it all
unabashed self expression = nailed to the wall
somebody understands
but maybe that somebody is somebody else
it’s hard to see that as truth
after years and years and years and years and years and years and years and years
of repetition, synchronicity, similarity, nick knack paddy wack - copy cat
throw me a freakin’ bone here
unknown yet known yet unknown yet known
bash your head into a wall
scream into the telephone but nobody is taking the call
give up. game over. death.
blood and guts. spilling everywhere.
as the knife penetrates deeper and deeper, slowly pulling out the intestines, and the spleen.
awwe crap, now there’s a mess on the floor.
will somebody clean this shit up now? and fucking fast.
who does this?
what are you, some sort of idiot?
you’re not supposed to say those sorts of things! you’re supposed to play a game. you’re supposed to play it cool.
who cares what is the truth. you have to lie. you have to look good.
you screwed it up now. oh boy, that’s it.
no chocolate pudding for you. noooooo chocolate pudding for you!
i don’t care how fast you clean up that mess, it’s freakin stained.
you better replace those tiles. i don’t want bloodstained tiles in my kitchen. are you crazy?
apology. appreciate. grateful. thankful.
clean it up clean it up
take a few steps back.. breathe..
oh no, not that energy again.. go away funkyness.. go go away… get out of here..
where are you coming from? what do you want from my life?
relax… it’s all going to be fine… whatever “it all” truly is…
refocus yourself, young jedi
but i’m 5 years old and i want my vanilla ice cream and i want it now.
well, young dreamer, the store is closed right now
but i’m 5 years old and i want my vanilla ice cream and i want it now.
i get that, but this is where the ice cream is. it’s not available right now.
can’t i get the ice cream somewhere else? or does this shop have the best?
i think it has the best, but i’m not sure. but i think it does. but why is it closed?
what’s going on here?
i certainly don’t know. ooh is that a lollypop?
yes, but didn’t you want vanilla ice cream?
well…
yeah you’re right. forget candy and desert.
i’ll just continue to eat my vegetables.

“above the law”

Sunday, December 2nd, 2007

on a path
breaking through the past
a bird with a fresh wing
gonna have everything
the visions of struggle
merely lessons of thought
a buffet of choices to juggle
pure happiness cannot be bought
the space to be
solid and free
building a foundation singlehandedly
yet on a mystical magical journey
of understanding and empathy
of love and unity
eyes blinking closed but finally can see
grateful thankful beauty
eternal synchronicity.