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
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