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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
I Speak.
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Inspiration, Again.
Turn left, turn right; in the dark.
You get lost, your eyes try to refocus.
The night is still dark, you're not a cat.
Cat's see in the night, humans can't.
Look right, look left; for the landmark you abandoned.
Chase the light of the moon, the stars, the shooting stars, or the street lights.
Can't illuminate the light, there's still to little sight.
Bite your lip, the fear of being lost takes a grip.
Skip the corner, turn back.
Is there something you missed?
No, it's just the dark
like a plague
it haunts
the night of your imagination.
You get lost, your eyes try to refocus.
The night is still dark, you're not a cat.
Cat's see in the night, humans can't.
Look right, look left; for the landmark you abandoned.
Chase the light of the moon, the stars, the shooting stars, or the street lights.
Can't illuminate the light, there's still to little sight.
Bite your lip, the fear of being lost takes a grip.
Skip the corner, turn back.
Is there something you missed?
No, it's just the dark
like a plague
it haunts
the night of your imagination.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Genuine Draft
light and breath, my love, light and breath. make my mind in that pitch black place...make it make me love you and forget about her face...make it make me brave...make it make me not care...and make it make me share...something in the nicotine night and half hearted wailing of the band, trapped on that messy stage of plywood effort and broken-glass-passion...somewhere in that muddy maze of flesh and heat...raging eyes and raucous emotion...slippy sick lips on smoldering shoulders rolling away to the afterword air of hope, despair...with alcohol on my mind...alcohol and that neon world of white-stipe crosswalks, misunderstanding and possibility; of outside offers...of temptation...of something being lost in translation...so i enter into that blurry vision...being blind is fine by me...waiting for some company.
Geek Versus Nerd.
Geek or nerd
What's in a word?
It just means that we're intelligent.
Words can be grand and make you a fan.
Being a geek, with something to prove.
You're value, your worth, your vitality.
Words are just words.
Remember that.
If you're a bard, then remember their depth.
What's in a word?
It just means that we're intelligent.
Words can be grand and make you a fan.
Being a geek, with something to prove.
You're value, your worth, your vitality.
Words are just words.
Remember that.
If you're a bard, then remember their depth.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Reeling.
Reeling, spinning, dancing, and prancing.
Life complicates and uncomplicates.
Like a dance or a prance, we move to the music.
Are we running or are we sunning?
Trying to improve the moves as we move.
The dance picks up.
Spinning, winning, chasing, pacing
My mind is still racing.
The dance has a rhythm, causes my feet to move.
Uncertain behind a curtain.
Always jumping, always spinning,
just to keep up the winning.
Is life a contest? Do we know where we are going?
No, that is why it is a dance.
Life complicates and uncomplicates.
Like a dance or a prance, we move to the music.
Are we running or are we sunning?
Trying to improve the moves as we move.
The dance picks up.
Spinning, winning, chasing, pacing
My mind is still racing.
The dance has a rhythm, causes my feet to move.
Uncertain behind a curtain.
Always jumping, always spinning,
just to keep up the winning.
Is life a contest? Do we know where we are going?
No, that is why it is a dance.
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