Just My Heart

A fortune teller once told me
That love won’t find me easily
And my mother once told me
That I’m very naive
And I once told me
I will not make the same foolish mistakes
I won’t be fooled
Again
Again
I’ll be more vigilant
More careful
More tender
More loving

With my heart

I’ll still risk
Expirament
Take chances
See if there’s anything there
Something
And I do
And I did
And I will
But in the ends
Once again
(T)here I am
Again
Suffering
Streaming
Screaming
Drinking ’til I drown
Alone

Once again

Moral fiber
Fuck you
Oh growth and maturity
Fuck you
Let’s be friends but sex
Fuck you
Oh life goes on
What is, is
Just keep putting yourself out there
Fuck you

FUCK YOU

People will say
You shouldn’t have done that
And people will say
I could have told you that
And people will say
It’ll be okay
It’ll be okay
It’s not you, it’s they
And you’ll love again
Some day
Some day
And you’ll meet someone amazing
One day
And you’ll meet someone worthy
Of you
One day
I might find religion
And I might pray pray pray
But some people die alone in spite of loving more
And I’m afraid I might
One day

But hey

Life goes on
And hey
It’s just my heart
But hey
Life goes on
And hey
Next time I won’t be so naive
And hey
Next time not so foolish
And hey
Next time it’ll be easy
The way some people say
True love will be
And hey
Next time I’ll know those red flags
And hey
Sometime
At some point
Some day
I’ll meet that someone special

And that time
That time
That time
That fucking time
I won’t be sad
I won’t be a fool
I will love more
And that time
At that time
By that time
I might be lying at death’s door

But hey

I do
And I did
And I will
Continue to love more
To love more
To love more
To love more
To love
Fucking
More

TO LOVE FUCKING MORE

Cuz hey

It’s just my heart

@nicholehastings

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50 Lives in America

Really sad, the gay mass shooting. Really sad about this latest mass shooting. Really sad I can use the word “latest” to preface mass shooting. Really sad there are people celebrating this mass shooting.

Really sad I can’t donate blood. Really sad I can’t give ALL my friends, gay/straight/other a hug. Really sad to see the hypocrisy of land of the free. Selling guns, selling rights, taking lives. Really sad, really sad, really glad, really glad because I am and am not (t)here and free.

@nicholehastings

Missing Ingredient

Come for the weather they said.
For the delicious food,
The wonderful people,
The great lifestyle …

Madrid, you -are- fantastically amazing
In all those respects
But your costume selection
And costuming opportunities are weak.

Where the crazy costume apparel at?
The vintage clothing stores?
The second-hand donation-based thrift shops
With totally epic finds just waiting to be found?

The most interesting piece of apparel
I’ve stumbled across here
Was at el rastro
And it was a flamenco dress.

 

@nicholehastings

Asian Fetish Cure

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Sure, I look like a sweet
submissive little Asian hottie
whose only desires are
to honor your every wish,
serve your every need,
and be your knee-high-socks
schoolgirl-uniform-wearing
sexual plaything
like in that porno you watched
the other night.

But on the inside
I’m a cantankerous 80-year old man
who knows waaaaaay more about
anything and everything than you,
doesn’t like being told how when or what to do,
and will tell you where to go stick it
while yelling at you to
“Get off my lawn!”
“Learn from your mistakes!”
as I spray you with the hose.

@nicholehastings

Mt Katahdin

 

Four years ago
Now
Yet to come
These parallel universes exist
Time and Space
Their illusion makes one grow old
A falsity of living
Of dying
Both
Neither
Instead of being
We misperceive our true selves
The indestructible conscious entity
Instead of rejuvenated sleeping
We count sheep
Counting money, people,
Material things as successes
And discounting self, others
The grass under our feet
Instead of loving
We dictate, mandate, persecute
Then hate
The prison of unrealistic expectations
The prison of fixed thinking
The prison of our own fears
Don’t be a screen to play upon
A play space supporting created drama
This is how “friends” play you for fools
This is how people play themselves
As fools
Be a mirror
Be a shining light
Be a tiny spring flower
Be a spring-fed mountain stream
Be a cloud
Be the horizon
Be the universe
Be the architect of your design
Be love
Be-lieve you deserve it
I can still see misty green and blue
Standing atop the hunted jagged peak
Holding love in my arms
The Klondike laid out before me
Cold wind buffeting
Shining sun casting away the mind’s abyss, the divide

@nicholehastings

11.25.15

all gone

woooooooooooooooooooooooo

happy I gave you the rest
of your baggage back today
your eight or ten illegal knives
a-walking down Bravo Murillo
along with one very corny
and very sharp katana
a DSLR camera
an Ice Cube CD insert
you taped over the hole you made
when kicking the bedroom door open
one of those times you attacked me
an unopened package of crab meat sticks
bought months ago
not real crab meat of course
fake crab meat
a constructed and shaped lie

like you

and that last lie
AKA ”cognitive distortion”
AKA me-“in a bad mood”
AKA your-“What’s the difference?”-
when-I-called-you-out-on-it-BS
I caught you in before
walking away

because I’m not your mother

your emotional attachments
your subjectively reasoned
thought constructs
are no longer my concern

 

@nicholehastings

Nature Inspires Life Inspires Art No. 1

Earlier this year in April, I moved to Spain to attend the Escuela de Ceramica de la Moncloa located in Oeste Parque in Madrid. Two months ago on October 1st I put my hands back in clay. For the past ten years I’ve been living life, having taken a 10-year sabbatical from ceramics. Technically my work was good but it and I were missing something.

I couldn’t quite place my finger on it but now I know.

Now I know, who I am. Now I know, what I want. Now I know, my own soul.

I share my soul with you in three parts:

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7.30.14

Fresh for day
Past tall aspen trees
Down windy mountain roads
Cold sunny wind shining on my face
I think of you

I hear your song
On wind rushing by
Calls of early morning birds
And the low rumble of the car engine
Navigating turns

 

Utah Aspen Forest