Thursday, June 28, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Drawing and Sketching
Pick up a pencil...look out in front
Where's the inspiration?
Where's the creativity?
Take up the drawing pad...
Draw line after line in the fading light.
The wind blows through your hair whispering traces of the past.
Your pencil stops.
The drawing unfinished...
Listen to the traces of the past.
Take up the pencil again...
trace the memories across the pad.
In the distance you hear happiness, in the fading light you see peace.
This drawing puts pencil to paper
Memories left to unravel.
Your past guides the drawing, impressions that it has left.
While the drawing is in the present, there is some reflection in it.
A memory preserved, an age retold.
Something that will help you remember in the years to come.
The light fades...
Put the pencil down.
The new day dawns, the light explodes.
A new drawing begins with reminiscences of the day before.
The setting the same.
However, the past pain and joy remains.
Where's the inspiration?
Where's the creativity?
Take up the drawing pad...
Draw line after line in the fading light.
The wind blows through your hair whispering traces of the past.
Your pencil stops.
The drawing unfinished...
Listen to the traces of the past.
Take up the pencil again...
trace the memories across the pad.
In the distance you hear happiness, in the fading light you see peace.
This drawing puts pencil to paper
Memories left to unravel.
Your past guides the drawing, impressions that it has left.
While the drawing is in the present, there is some reflection in it.
A memory preserved, an age retold.
Something that will help you remember in the years to come.
The light fades...
Put the pencil down.
The new day dawns, the light explodes.
A new drawing begins with reminiscences of the day before.
The setting the same.
However, the past pain and joy remains.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Come Along Song
come back to me and sing those words....the ones we made up on our backs...
left, left, up the hill and still...beneath the bear we'd stare and leave behind the world to care.....upright thinking and careful consideration....minds making meaning...bodies on vacation...but now it's all wrong...all wrong, and I long for that come along song...that used to put the air in you...take the air from between us too...can we confuse ourselves enough again? can we write the lies and fit them in? can you see me still whispering and can you hear me waving loud? I'm leaving soon and then it's gone...good and gone and gone for good...in the back room baby where the wishing we would...walk two roads afraid...of what truth lies alongside...so stood we still and still we stand...we deal with our days and the chains of command...but you keep yourself at odds even when the drama drains...you seem to like the prickly pains of prophecy...you seem to like the other me that couldn't be and couldn't see...that cut the cords of we...without regard I'm keeping it on...because it's not coming off...
twice seven and three on that first full branch of my memory tree...did I place that place with
you and me...grey stucco and rusted rails...solitude in public view...but somewhere I think we both knew that we swam transparent seas...that we made our perfect mysteries...alas, I love you still...and moving away I know I will...not travel through those woods again...I will not have that chance to sin...and I lament that the brief time spent...was spent in disagreement...over silly little laughs that walked such narrow little paths...that, page after page, made me skip out of class...to be with you on back-room days...in back room ways...but still...you keep yourself away...there and then and here today...i'm left to understand...second fiddle in your little band...can be pretty tough indeed...so i speed down and right and right again...
out along that lonely lane I used to leave...and leave again...mountains of madness and plenty of
time...a twenty minute loop...let me touch your light...that one and only spanish night...with quizas y quizas...we stopped way out there...porque "a veces es deficil ver"...and you leaned while we learned and the two of us burned...about the cold air outside...that blurred the world full wide ahead behind and to both sides...
empty desk days...summer sets in strong...can you come again with your come along song?
left, left, up the hill and still...beneath the bear we'd stare and leave behind the world to care.....upright thinking and careful consideration....minds making meaning...bodies on vacation...but now it's all wrong...all wrong, and I long for that come along song...that used to put the air in you...take the air from between us too...can we confuse ourselves enough again? can we write the lies and fit them in? can you see me still whispering and can you hear me waving loud? I'm leaving soon and then it's gone...good and gone and gone for good...in the back room baby where the wishing we would...walk two roads afraid...of what truth lies alongside...so stood we still and still we stand...we deal with our days and the chains of command...but you keep yourself at odds even when the drama drains...you seem to like the prickly pains of prophecy...you seem to like the other me that couldn't be and couldn't see...that cut the cords of we...without regard I'm keeping it on...because it's not coming off...twice seven and three on that first full branch of my memory tree...did I place that place with
you and me...grey stucco and rusted rails...solitude in public view...but somewhere I think we both knew that we swam transparent seas...that we made our perfect mysteries...alas, I love you still...and moving away I know I will...not travel through those woods again...I will not have that chance to sin...and I lament that the brief time spent...was spent in disagreement...over silly little laughs that walked such narrow little paths...that, page after page, made me skip out of class...to be with you on back-room days...in back room ways...but still...you keep yourself away...there and then and here today...i'm left to understand...second fiddle in your little band...can be pretty tough indeed...so i speed down and right and right again...out along that lonely lane I used to leave...and leave again...mountains of madness and plenty of
time...a twenty minute loop...let me touch your light...that one and only spanish night...with quizas y quizas...we stopped way out there...porque "a veces es deficil ver"...and you leaned while we learned and the two of us burned...about the cold air outside...that blurred the world full wide ahead behind and to both sides...empty desk days...summer sets in strong...can you come again with your come along song?
Monday, June 18, 2007
Flight of the Conchords
simply sunny and sometimes funny....make me make me make some money...give me reason in the rain and germane to the situation at hand...so command....and tell me what you want it to be...between thee and me...eventually...
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Spin.
Tilt-a-whirl,
spins,
spins,
spins.
Dizzy like life.
Throws you off balance.
The ride stops, but...
your mind is still spinning
Can't even be sitting.
The moments that flash by are like the ride.
Ebb and flow with the tide.
The moments remove
the ability of gravity
to hold us in one place.
Instead we keep spinning.
Or do we keep dancing in circles?
The spin gets faster and faster.
Impending disaster.
Maybe?
spins,
spins,
spins.
Dizzy like life.
Throws you off balance.
The ride stops, but...
your mind is still spinning
Can't even be sitting.
The moments that flash by are like the ride.
Ebb and flow with the tide.
The moments remove
the ability of gravity
to hold us in one place.
Instead we keep spinning.
Or do we keep dancing in circles?
The spin gets faster and faster.
Impending disaster.
Maybe?
Saturday, June 2, 2007
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