Johny Cash - We'll Meet Again

I heard this, just fell in love again. LOLz Don't know where, don't know when. But I know it will happen again.

Never say Never I guess. Life takes us down some strange paths.

Him and Her

"Him."
make a due
with a message
hoping that she knows
the recent passing
of an order to the heart
from a mind that has found
one for which it can stop
and think
and think
and think
though it is not enough
the message must come though
I wonder what she'll do.
It's 2 am and I will say
"Hey, great time here
wish you were near."

Send.


"Her."
What the fuck
again with this crap
can't he just see
it was all in a lark.
How obtuse
2 am and he's out
getting drunk and confused
he sure is lost in his thoughts
if he thinks that I care
to know that he's there.
I should just shut off my phone
so he leaves me alone.
Good-night fool.



"Chorus"
So they went on
he just wanted her love
she just wanted to be alone
it wasn't anything beyond truth
that made them both seek excuse
to believe in the dues
and the prices they paid
to be lost in the verse.
So diverse these two
yet unable to truly communicate.
Shame to see them loose their heads
to the red queens offence.

Crumplestilstkin

Crumplestilstkin lives in a rut
in a hole
on a wall
all built around the hall
where he paces
back and fro
like he's in some sort of race
with his shadow
always behind
it's no wonder he's lost
look how it follows
as he paces from the hollows
making every trip
up and down the strip
with his eyes on his back
and his hands on the road
never to share this world
with anyone but his shadow
the one that tried to eat him
the one to get away from.

Just cos you don't see it
it doesn't mean it's not there.

We all have demons
it's a question
of which we are willing to share.

I dunno, why even read this?

mother fucker
i fucking just want to write
but nothing comes out
except this vulgar
coagulated
thought of a spew
that doesn't even
make one bit of sense
I say
what the hell would
I think if I looked back at this
and said "those were the times."
I'd rather lay dead.

Ninth and Holy Day Rd.

Increments of wax melt off in the sun
as the finer points of stars
begin to wither in the dawn.

Making out with the night
the sun burst escapes
over the horizon near the shore
shaping up a bright new day.

"Shall we share
some of this spare change?
I made it out of nowhere
with my road dog and my strings."
Her lips purse like springs
a lazy smile sticks out
from under her weathered hat.
"I've always wanted to try those
you know
the ones they have here.
Nowhere else man,
this is the last place."

It's not like it's forever
that anyone tried to look
but it was a nook
that they laid under
after their last meal
hoping to keep the cold at bay.

My weeping angel.

Manic Mondays
Seep into Wednesdays
all along it's just another day.
Constitutions are broken
moreover tranquility
when the kiss of her lover
will never be felt again.

It comes as easy
as the last storm
does onto the mariner.
Locations never matter
especially to the blind.
It never turns you over
hoping that the sun will shower
your pastures forever
all done in a lark.

Imaginations all flower
in an instant it's soon done
distant callers aroused
in their apprehension
to the passing
of a lifetime.
Yet as it lays there
the one true love
will live on in minds forever
or at least until it's their turn.

My thoughts on New York

This is a blog video from over a year ago, previously unpublished. Gonzo Journalism at it's best? LOLz

Insurrection

Contradictory to you
and to me
is the reality of the situation.

No one knows
or feels
that there is a sane evaluation.

Of the things
that we
thought wold cause hesitation.

When the bulk
of trees
uprooted the grand foundation.

Because

It's not just
to thread
on a land left for the vegetation.

For man
woman
to taste these revelations.

I cried
to sleep
thinking of your emancipation.

To think
that I
worried about that separation.

When truly
you see
it was a plan of out most perfection.

everyone needs a rest

Taking a few days off from this thing. Certain events have occurred that leave me wondering about a lot of other things. Will be back soon though.

RIP Adam H., I'm more than sure you'll be missed.

who_leo

Dear Marie,

     I don't know if you'll ever read this. I almost don't care, but just in case you do I thought I'd share that Bob Dylan's "Blonde on Blonde" album is like a retelling of our short time together. It's almost as if he knew us, and wrote it all down. Weird, I know. Though if you ever do give it a listen, think about it. I guess we weren't the only ones to go through what we did. Funniest part is the fact that now we wont ever see each other again, at least not on purpose, and if so it wont be any time soon. My Sammie-Sam-Sam has helped me a lot to forget about the things we did to each other. I'm glad, especially because I felt like such an idiot. Sam, whose known me for over a decade, reminded me that people who are as her and I deserve so much more than just a fling, more than just a passing face. Though, I must really thank you. It's been a hell of a learning experience. In a way, I've learned to not take things so seriously, and to just relax. Also, to not trust so easily. To not let other men get in the way of what I want. To not allow time and miscommunication to destroy friendships by rotting away at them. Really though, thank you. You've been an inspiration.

who_leo



If you want to know more about the album, click here.

Jimi Hendrix-Day Tripper

Music speaks through all things, emotions, and relative commonalities in existence. love=music.

Making it up as I go along

making amends
is not easy
when you've torn the world
into a million pieces
spread them across
to the stars and galaxies
beyond the reach
of all the things you've dreamed of
so hard to find again
that they wont even fit right in.


it's alright
because nothing is meant to last
everything decays
and that is fine
because even the kiss
of a lover you miss
will one day be a bitter reminder
even though you smile at each other
even though your caress is new
to another
one day it will seem cold and dead.


the pieces that once fit
are obtuse like the mind
that once held them dear
and kept them free
for a world full of dreams and dreamers
where the truth of the matter
is that nothing will ever sound the same
not even when you smack
the same empty words
from your lips to their ears
every time
it feels like a brand new day.


it's not like anyone thought differently
have some more scar tissue on your plate
let the mind take a brake
feel up the ridges of your fissure
only scream when the aching starts again
serrated teeth eat at your insides
shitting out the nights' insight
while you die from it's decay.

Stiltsville: a study of peace.

A clear blue sky
an ocean so blue
the birds they fly
above the dew

Morning comes
with a soft cool breeze
eyes creek open
as the sun warms the skin

Freedom from Babylon
from the traffic
the illusions of people
and their paper faces
here in a place
where calm is more
than just a slow flowing wave
here my heart races
with the rays of the sun
and the trickling water
which soothes the soul