Yesteryear has brought us here
We lie awake and wonder
The day is frosted in visions of hollow
Sold by the vendor to auction
When will we begin to find
Doom is not not yours nor mine
Salvage the pieces of retired foes
In hopes of reality
Finding your pose
Now stand
Along the way we find
Touched by the pass of a moments glance
Silent yet screaming
Heard by the trance
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Hummina Huh?
Yet again it has been found that the timeless wonder that is the human condition has led me outside of myself, curiously waiting for the changes that are inevitably coming.
Like watching a tiny little frog try to get across a 6 lane highway in the pouring rain during rush hour. It's not impossible, however, the probability will not increase by staring at the situation.
Have you ever eaten something out of the refrigerator without first checking to see how long it has been there? Also not a good idea. As the temperatures rise outside, I am finding it harder to make excuses to stay out of the heat. I like it, the sweat... and patiently I will sit in the sun and burn the flesh from my bones. All in a call or several calls.... whatever it takes to here the voice that brightens a normally boring day. Yes that is right I have Brad Pitt on speed dial! We talk several times a day. And I am also trapped inside of my guitar for hours on end... just waiting for the sun to rise.
Speed limits are in place for a reason, although I personally don't feel it necessary to pay attention to them. Why limit ourselves? Why should we settle for less than what it is that we truly desire and need in our lives? Again no answer would make sense, except that we shouldn't. Never accept complacency from yourself. Ambition is the drive of success, and we should all be chasing it daily.
A golden retriever that is 2 years old sits down in the road to die... hoping that someone will hit him before they see him.... that makes no sense, yet it is what those of us who do not have ambition seem to do. Why? Maybe because tuna fish doesn't taste as good from the pavement, and we prefer to eat cheese on our broccoli.
Nonsensicality is the purpose of the boardroom within, and it will reconvene Tuesday June 19th at 6:45pm, please do not be late, as we will be discussing the renovations that are going on against the will of the masses.
Should you find my phone please email it back to me... I am lost without it.
Again spread the watermelon on the table then cover it with whipped cream. this will allow the fantasy to find a new level of entertainment. Do not add water after midnight. And never, under any condition, are you to eat the table!
How about the timeless wonder that has become today?
Forgotten yet the topic of today? This presentation has been brought to you by the letter "A" and the number "1" , as they go well together.
Thank you, come again!
Like watching a tiny little frog try to get across a 6 lane highway in the pouring rain during rush hour. It's not impossible, however, the probability will not increase by staring at the situation.
Have you ever eaten something out of the refrigerator without first checking to see how long it has been there? Also not a good idea. As the temperatures rise outside, I am finding it harder to make excuses to stay out of the heat. I like it, the sweat... and patiently I will sit in the sun and burn the flesh from my bones. All in a call or several calls.... whatever it takes to here the voice that brightens a normally boring day. Yes that is right I have Brad Pitt on speed dial! We talk several times a day. And I am also trapped inside of my guitar for hours on end... just waiting for the sun to rise.
Speed limits are in place for a reason, although I personally don't feel it necessary to pay attention to them. Why limit ourselves? Why should we settle for less than what it is that we truly desire and need in our lives? Again no answer would make sense, except that we shouldn't. Never accept complacency from yourself. Ambition is the drive of success, and we should all be chasing it daily.
A golden retriever that is 2 years old sits down in the road to die... hoping that someone will hit him before they see him.... that makes no sense, yet it is what those of us who do not have ambition seem to do. Why? Maybe because tuna fish doesn't taste as good from the pavement, and we prefer to eat cheese on our broccoli.
Nonsensicality is the purpose of the boardroom within, and it will reconvene Tuesday June 19th at 6:45pm, please do not be late, as we will be discussing the renovations that are going on against the will of the masses.
Should you find my phone please email it back to me... I am lost without it.
Again spread the watermelon on the table then cover it with whipped cream. this will allow the fantasy to find a new level of entertainment. Do not add water after midnight. And never, under any condition, are you to eat the table!
How about the timeless wonder that has become today?
Forgotten yet the topic of today? This presentation has been brought to you by the letter "A" and the number "1" , as they go well together.
Thank you, come again!
Monday, June 18, 2007
GrrrrAvitationality
Thus begets unto thee the possability that you don't understand yourself.
But why would you ask that? What does it mean?
To be quite honest, you have been running in circles for quite some time now... and the ground is getting thin. Age means nothing... only the heart can guide you through. This is quite a paradox of insane findings....
Against the odd shaped boxes is the answer that we are all searching for, however... we may be to late to see the reasons that have brought them to light.
Anxiety is driven by the very same force that has held you down for so long....
the escape that was once there is now obvioous to you and the voices that dwell, to be nothing more than a drug party.... a distraction from the reality that has passed.
Too many lost days.
Does anyone ever really understand themselves? I used to believe it to be so.
Now I know it is. However.... how do you rectify a situation that has condemned itself into the void? You make a sandwich and have a glass of tea.
Even still the pain that has grown is lost beside the road... like a racoon that just wasn't fast enough. Why, you ask?
Simply this: If we were meant to be constantly doped up and out of our minds... we would have been delivered unto this world with a Morphine Drip permanently attached to ourselves. And yet we do not... So one must conclude... yes definitely...
That the decisions we have made that have led us this far has laid these results before our feet. And now we must repent.
But forgiveness is so hard to grasp... why is there mercy for the wicked things that have been traversed by such poor judgment ?... Only the self that was before the drugs would really understand the answer to that.
Life is so full of bullshit anymore that I am amazed when something REAL actually shows its face.. or the MUSIC is bright and clear enough to open my head back up and let the boardroom convene.
In no way shape or form has the ranting of these voices today meant to imply or defy anything within myself or yourself... please be advised that confusion may become entangled inside.
Be sure to donate your blood for there are many people out there in need of it!
Thank you... and Come again!
-Peace-Out-
But why would you ask that? What does it mean?
To be quite honest, you have been running in circles for quite some time now... and the ground is getting thin. Age means nothing... only the heart can guide you through. This is quite a paradox of insane findings....
Against the odd shaped boxes is the answer that we are all searching for, however... we may be to late to see the reasons that have brought them to light.
Anxiety is driven by the very same force that has held you down for so long....
the escape that was once there is now obvioous to you and the voices that dwell, to be nothing more than a drug party.... a distraction from the reality that has passed.
Too many lost days.
Does anyone ever really understand themselves? I used to believe it to be so.
Now I know it is. However.... how do you rectify a situation that has condemned itself into the void? You make a sandwich and have a glass of tea.
Even still the pain that has grown is lost beside the road... like a racoon that just wasn't fast enough. Why, you ask?
Simply this: If we were meant to be constantly doped up and out of our minds... we would have been delivered unto this world with a Morphine Drip permanently attached to ourselves. And yet we do not... So one must conclude... yes definitely...
That the decisions we have made that have led us this far has laid these results before our feet. And now we must repent.
But forgiveness is so hard to grasp... why is there mercy for the wicked things that have been traversed by such poor judgment ?... Only the self that was before the drugs would really understand the answer to that.
Life is so full of bullshit anymore that I am amazed when something REAL actually shows its face.. or the MUSIC is bright and clear enough to open my head back up and let the boardroom convene.
In no way shape or form has the ranting of these voices today meant to imply or defy anything within myself or yourself... please be advised that confusion may become entangled inside.
Be sure to donate your blood for there are many people out there in need of it!
Thank you... and Come again!
-Peace-Out-
Fragile (Fra-Geee- lay)
Broken and scattered
Thoughts are becoming
Once attained
Now contained
Trapped and aging
Silence stirs the night
Golden moments pass
Time and water flows
Running against the crowd
Craving the unknown
Reality has been
Tomorrow's fruitful grove
Smile endless shine
Hold onto the purity
Candles fall into play
Whipped and torn
Lodged for the day
Early sleepless
Happiness will pay
Price of nothing spent
Abstract foreign signs
Of music paying rent
Watch and grow
Be the change
Chance for pain to flee
And happiness to be
Thoughts are becoming
Once attained
Now contained
Trapped and aging
Silence stirs the night
Golden moments pass
Time and water flows
Running against the crowd
Craving the unknown
Reality has been
Tomorrow's fruitful grove
Smile endless shine
Hold onto the purity
Candles fall into play
Whipped and torn
Lodged for the day
Early sleepless
Happiness will pay
Price of nothing spent
Abstract foreign signs
Of music paying rent
Watch and grow
Be the change
Chance for pain to flee
And happiness to be
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Again
Yellow turtle crawls
When will he see
Tomorrow is mythologically insane
Never to become
Wonder and wander
Within the twilight
Gravity upside
Downside aging through
Severed simultaneously
Heart and soul
Feel the fear
Taste the pain
This may only find
Another one in mind
Yet afraid of life's stare
You gaze without a scare
Frightened joy
Permeates spirit's flow
Words entangled
Chopped and sewn
Frozen wrath
Of exstacy
The past and future
May never be
Existence is futile
Resistence in vain
Emotions overwhelming
Today is again
When will he see
Tomorrow is mythologically insane
Never to become
Wonder and wander
Within the twilight
Gravity upside
Downside aging through
Severed simultaneously
Heart and soul
Feel the fear
Taste the pain
This may only find
Another one in mind
Yet afraid of life's stare
You gaze without a scare
Frightened joy
Permeates spirit's flow
Words entangled
Chopped and sewn
Frozen wrath
Of exstacy
The past and future
May never be
Existence is futile
Resistence in vain
Emotions overwhelming
Today is again
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Run on
What would happen if the tide ceased and all was again frozen within the demension that is now? How could we find another moment? A second or minute to move beyond that frozen point.
Posabilities are that you will never really know if this could be. (Odd of our minds functioning with the entire universe at a stand still is 1 in 597,856,974,978,253,420,679.001672) That's a very unlikely probability.
When you make a peanut butter sandwich do you spread the brown paste on the bottom or the top piece of bread? It all depends on your position in the womb as an embryo. Again you will fail to see the point within my brain's methodology. Or maybe you won't.
Have we discussed the situation going on last Wednesday? That was a wonderful time! Guitars were singing and so were the humanoids..... music is the freeing embrace of enchantment. Blazing against the sunset we climb into the sky, again flowing with anxious little pods of light... otherwise know as pie.
Hablas con quesa in la vida. But I do not speak Spanish or Italian for that matter...
Estoy muy triste porque mi pero mi polio~pez y mi mucho amore mi polio~pez. Like I said I don't spick da Spane laguage at all too well.
Tomorrow will be another day.
This rambling has been brought to you by the letter "X" and the number "17"
We hope you have a nice day! Thank you, come again!
Posabilities are that you will never really know if this could be. (Odd of our minds functioning with the entire universe at a stand still is 1 in 597,856,974,978,253,420,679.001672) That's a very unlikely probability.
When you make a peanut butter sandwich do you spread the brown paste on the bottom or the top piece of bread? It all depends on your position in the womb as an embryo. Again you will fail to see the point within my brain's methodology. Or maybe you won't.
Have we discussed the situation going on last Wednesday? That was a wonderful time! Guitars were singing and so were the humanoids..... music is the freeing embrace of enchantment. Blazing against the sunset we climb into the sky, again flowing with anxious little pods of light... otherwise know as pie.
Hablas con quesa in la vida. But I do not speak Spanish or Italian for that matter...
Estoy muy triste porque mi pero mi polio~pez y mi mucho amore mi polio~pez. Like I said I don't spick da Spane laguage at all too well.
Tomorrow will be another day.
This rambling has been brought to you by the letter "X" and the number "17"
We hope you have a nice day! Thank you, come again!
Walking
Forever entranced
Force of existence
Lost among the veins
Flowing timeless wonder
Downward
Soaring
River's bend again
Delivery abstract
Gazing reflection
Beyond the view
Traversed never
Destruction at bay
Until fried banannas rain
Disparaging faint
Forlorn by disgrace
Words abide
What the walls can not
Emotional bliss
Canned by ignorance
Break into the wise
Know not of the life
Before it was safe
Ruin's gait
Becomes my own
Follow me
Dare if you go
Force of existence
Lost among the veins
Flowing timeless wonder
Downward
Soaring
River's bend again
Delivery abstract
Gazing reflection
Beyond the view
Traversed never
Destruction at bay
Until fried banannas rain
Disparaging faint
Forlorn by disgrace
Words abide
What the walls can not
Emotional bliss
Canned by ignorance
Break into the wise
Know not of the life
Before it was safe
Ruin's gait
Becomes my own
Follow me
Dare if you go
Friday, April 13, 2007
Here and Then
Today marks the new begining of my thought process. No more preconcieved ideas of doom. Just open interpretation of reality. Dare I make my brain a public walkway? Maybe it will be too disturbing for the innocent. But who am I to tell them that the blood on their hands might be that of another? Reguardless of the outcome, this day has come, and soon I will be enveloped within.
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