May 2012
3 posts
April 2012
2 posts
March 2012
6 posts
A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.
“I think I was just fed up with the image that had been created around me, which I sometimes consciously, most of the time unconsciously cooperated with. It just got too much for me to really stomach and so I put an end to it one glorious evening.”
February 2012
35 posts
I am old and I am rusting but I care….
I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me, and I swear, That not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand, And I remember how you smiled through the smoke In a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes. And I remember the way that you dressed and, How we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat And I remember when I knew that you’d be leaving, how I...
To fade into the very essence of time. As I’ve viewed it we are figments. Endless figments of each others imaginations. And our dreams are just past lives of past figments that we try to rationalize. We even try to rationalize something like love when it’s supposed to be something that’s improbable or believed rather impossible. But it seems that these improbable and impossible...
I hope my dreams can save me
if all is done and this is left
I hope my dreams can save me
when you are gone and I am dead
I hope dreams can save me
When my mechanical heart stops
I want it to be you who saves me
dream me
love me
and I won’t slip away
why are you sad...
Why are you sad dear?
why are you sad?
was it that star that you envy?
that put a tear in your eye
or was it that question
of the universes suggestion
that you couldn’t guite grasp
so you let go of your clasp
The evening cried in it’s sleep
and awoke with a weep
to a body that had gone still
that was vacant with will
to move on from it’s grave
You went cold in my...
“Hey, are you a dreamer? I haven’t seen too many around lately. Things have been...”
– Waking Life (2001)
It’s funny how the things you do will never be good enough for your parents.
January 2012
5 posts
The thoughts you keep locked away in the middle of the night are the worst. Eating at your soul keeping you awake and always wondering why. When all you want to do is sleep. Hoping that you’re special enough for someone on this insignificant electrode of a planet. Whoever you are I want you to know that you’re special to me whether you’re an enemy, a stranger, or my very close...
It is usually futile to try to talk facts and analysis to people who are enjoying a sense of moral superiority in their ignorance.
