I wish I had seen this earlier in my life.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
02 November 2011
January 16th 2010 (A series of thoughts, some borrowed mostly original).
This is a series of thoughts from my FB page updates. Most are originals, some are borrowed and have twisted into my own words.
Forget your valuable face, the grave never took MasterCard anyway.
I smoke my cigarettes, burning the tips of my fingers as I get to the end. Story of my life.
I would love to catch a meteor shower in the reflection of your eyes. I could watch the whole world end, and not care, as long as it's next to you.
How lovely, all of the flowers withered to nothing. I guess it's just the seasons changing, new things re aranging themselves into a better tomorrow.
And so the ones who have sown their eyes shut ask the rest of the world to open theirs.
Don't feel bad, it happens to everyone else at one point or another.
Good-bye sour girl. It was nice knowing you.
Like · · September 24, 2010 at 2:48am
There is no such thing as peace and quiet, and if there is, it has yet to introduce itself to me.
The past is something you can never get away from. You can only accept it, and move on. Otherwise, I can guarantee it will eat you up, and leave you in the gutter.
Out of my mind, be back around nine. Don't let yourself get lost in confusion and scorn, it's easier to dance than it is to fight with your fists. After all, we all like to pretend we exist.
Sometimes I wish I had never encountered such things in life, but I guess I should be thankful for knowing of all the should and shouldn't do's.
I miss so many things, most of them haven't even happened yet. +,+
Late nights are always the best, when you have good people to share them with.
Theres no place like no place at all.
Don't trust everything you see
I hate missing someone who doesn't deserve the time of day... grrrr...
Go flash dollar signs, they come a flocking. got nothing to hide the holes in my pocket, but at least my hands are clean.
Random acts of kindness. Do it, be blown away.
Always manages to screw a good thing up.
Has had doubts, but they seem to clear themselves up.
Love your art, and your art will love you. Whatever happens in between is just a beautiful mistake.
It's nice to know that my cats will always love me. As long as I keep feeding them.
There's nothing like a good bullshit session
Fuck your noise, theres better things to worry about.
No matter how many times you run that same old road, you never get tired. something about the chase, that inspires you to continue until much too late you get it, it was all about the chase and the only thing that expires is you.
It's funny when the kids who preach liberty are the first to kill them. ;)
Don't ask what your Country can do for you, but what your Country can do with you.
Life is short, appreciate the ones you've got.
I don't fancy liars, any type, any kind, you are just wretched and mark yourselves for abortion.
Truth is best seen through the eyes, in the expression within someones eyes, the curl of a lip, the loss of their glow.
You can never truly expect others to treat you as you treat them, but it shouldn't deter you from being a decent human being. After all, it's about making the world a better place for yourself and yours, others just rejoice from it vicariously or by proxy.
The moment your realize that you've been somewhere too long, and you need to get out like a bat out of hell.
Why are you my enemy oh morning.
When life gives you lemons, punt those fuckers into the next assholes eyes and hope you break something.
Forget your valuable face, the grave never took MasterCard anyway.
I smoke my cigarettes, burning the tips of my fingers as I get to the end. Story of my life.
I would love to catch a meteor shower in the reflection of your eyes. I could watch the whole world end, and not care, as long as it's next to you.
How lovely, all of the flowers withered to nothing. I guess it's just the seasons changing, new things re aranging themselves into a better tomorrow.
And so the ones who have sown their eyes shut ask the rest of the world to open theirs.
Don't feel bad, it happens to everyone else at one point or another.
Good-bye sour girl. It was nice knowing you.
Like · · September 24, 2010 at 2:48am
There is no such thing as peace and quiet, and if there is, it has yet to introduce itself to me.
The past is something you can never get away from. You can only accept it, and move on. Otherwise, I can guarantee it will eat you up, and leave you in the gutter.
Out of my mind, be back around nine. Don't let yourself get lost in confusion and scorn, it's easier to dance than it is to fight with your fists. After all, we all like to pretend we exist.
Sometimes I wish I had never encountered such things in life, but I guess I should be thankful for knowing of all the should and shouldn't do's.
I miss so many things, most of them haven't even happened yet. +,+
Late nights are always the best, when you have good people to share them with.
Theres no place like no place at all.
Don't trust everything you see
I hate missing someone who doesn't deserve the time of day... grrrr...
Go flash dollar signs, they come a flocking. got nothing to hide the holes in my pocket, but at least my hands are clean.
Random acts of kindness. Do it, be blown away.
Always manages to screw a good thing up.
Has had doubts, but they seem to clear themselves up.
Love your art, and your art will love you. Whatever happens in between is just a beautiful mistake.
It's nice to know that my cats will always love me. As long as I keep feeding them.
There's nothing like a good bullshit session
Fuck your noise, theres better things to worry about.
No matter how many times you run that same old road, you never get tired. something about the chase, that inspires you to continue until much too late you get it, it was all about the chase and the only thing that expires is you.
It's funny when the kids who preach liberty are the first to kill them. ;)
Don't ask what your Country can do for you, but what your Country can do with you.
Life is short, appreciate the ones you've got.
I don't fancy liars, any type, any kind, you are just wretched and mark yourselves for abortion.
Truth is best seen through the eyes, in the expression within someones eyes, the curl of a lip, the loss of their glow.
You can never truly expect others to treat you as you treat them, but it shouldn't deter you from being a decent human being. After all, it's about making the world a better place for yourself and yours, others just rejoice from it vicariously or by proxy.
The moment your realize that you've been somewhere too long, and you need to get out like a bat out of hell.
Why are you my enemy oh morning.
When life gives you lemons, punt those fuckers into the next assholes eyes and hope you break something.
31 October 2011
Something to Think About
It would be easier to forget you if only I hadn't learned so many important things from you.
28 October 2011
Sueños
I keep living dreams I've had months ago. Little snip-its often become reality. I don't know what to make of it, and it kind of freaks me out.
24 October 2011
Dream Ridden Wanderlust.
In the arms of sleep
dreams of you haunt
reminding the heart
of the loss that's been had.
Running through the crowded streets
wearing ballerina shoes
tripping over mud puddles
climbing up a green hill
all to reach you.
Open doors to an apartment
seemed like a 2 bedroom one bath
with a cozy little kitchen
center table with a bayonet
and some couches to rest tired bones.
No one is there,
am I too late?
Ringing at the door
open it to find you
in white
arm to arm with a stranger
and all I hear is:
"What did you expect?
Did you really think
that anything could come
from what we had?"
Like everything we lived
was a meaningless stage
like being there with you
wanting to kiss you everywhere
was a meaningless moment.
When they all hid
under the umbrella in the house
the plot was seeping thick
good-bye's were being concocted
so I donned my Ballerina shoes.
In the rain
everything feels easy
loving,
crying,
breathing.
But when she say's
"What did you expect?"
its' amorous drumming on the window pane
turns into a hollow void
drowning a smile
just so happy to see her.
Sorry to bother you
I guess.
Might as well hide
the distaste of my chastity
all in the hopes
that a heart bruised
and aching
may one day be able
to take a hit
from the shadow boxer yet again.
dreams of you haunt
reminding the heart
of the loss that's been had.
Running through the crowded streets
wearing ballerina shoes
tripping over mud puddles
climbing up a green hill
all to reach you.
Open doors to an apartment
seemed like a 2 bedroom one bath
with a cozy little kitchen
center table with a bayonet
and some couches to rest tired bones.
No one is there,
am I too late?
Ringing at the door
open it to find you
in white
arm to arm with a stranger
and all I hear is:
"What did you expect?
Did you really think
that anything could come
from what we had?"
Like everything we lived
was a meaningless stage
like being there with you
wanting to kiss you everywhere
was a meaningless moment.
When they all hid
under the umbrella in the house
the plot was seeping thick
good-bye's were being concocted
so I donned my Ballerina shoes.
In the rain
everything feels easy
loving,
crying,
breathing.
But when she say's
"What did you expect?"
its' amorous drumming on the window pane
turns into a hollow void
drowning a smile
just so happy to see her.
Sorry to bother you
I guess.
Might as well hide
the distaste of my chastity
all in the hopes
that a heart bruised
and aching
may one day be able
to take a hit
from the shadow boxer yet again.
Rainbow and Occupy Wall Street
One of the best things about Occupy Wall Street is seeing how a mass of random individuals can work together. I have seen it in smaller scale, at local Rainbow Gatherings (Occala, Fl.). This being some of the best times I ever spent anywhere, just being part of a small community even if for a few days. So far I've read of free kitchens, the "mic check" is something I ran into at Rainbow as well, and nick@nite is most definitely from Rainbow. I'm sure that there are other things which I haven't seen, but it's nice to know that there are fellow Children of the Rainbow out there doing what needs to be done to get things kick started. Rainbow will keep things going as long as everyone else is up to it. We are wise on keeping an area with clean water, food, and cigarettes. This is truly what is done by Rainbow.
I wonder if there is an A camp as well. LOLOLOLOL!
Either way, a lot of the behaviors observed from the videos alone give light that the children of light have their hands in this cookie jar, I just hope they washed them first (LOL Loving You!).
I wonder if there is an A camp as well. LOLOLOLOL!
Either way, a lot of the behaviors observed from the videos alone give light that the children of light have their hands in this cookie jar, I just hope they washed them first (LOL Loving You!).
30 September 2011
Davids Camera Craft
Davids Camera Craft
Here are some good photos from the current and ongoing protests in New York's Occupy Wall Street. Please pass this one to anyone, and everyone. It would be much appreciated.
Here are some good photos from the current and ongoing protests in New York's Occupy Wall Street. Please pass this one to anyone, and everyone. It would be much appreciated.
25 September 2011
Correctional facility
I come prepared to bare bad news
to incite myself into a state of joy
and induce the sadness into glee
for no one knows my nightmares like me.
Awake I lay in a bed so cold
with pillows lining where you once lay
to keep me from rolling off
and hitting myself atop my head.
Is it just me? Or are there more
who wish the world would stop and go
that yesterday could be relived
redone, re-spoke, reposed.
I grow so tired of the memories
but it's the only thing that is left
only thing I have to share
only bit's of life I care to remember.
to incite myself into a state of joy
and induce the sadness into glee
for no one knows my nightmares like me.
Awake I lay in a bed so cold
with pillows lining where you once lay
to keep me from rolling off
and hitting myself atop my head.
Is it just me? Or are there more
who wish the world would stop and go
that yesterday could be relived
redone, re-spoke, reposed.
I grow so tired of the memories
but it's the only thing that is left
only thing I have to share
only bit's of life I care to remember.
Fears
Something inside keeps reminding me of you, and I wish I could just kill it. I've tried drowning it, numbing it, forgetting it, but every time it beats from a stillness so deep it brings me to a green glowing hill where a kiss and a hug meant the world, and a random act of unmentionable kindness dared us to frolic all night.
If anyone ever reads this take a piece of advice into consideration: Don't give your heart to anyone, because they will keep it, steal it, abuse it, and throw it into a food processor to relish on your pain. It's safer to keep those things hidden, locked away. Nothing good ever comes from being open and true to someone who you aren't sure about, nothing but heart ache and eventual emotional disembowelment. It's best to keep your feelings to yourself, the wretched world will surely use it against you.
If anyone ever reads this take a piece of advice into consideration: Don't give your heart to anyone, because they will keep it, steal it, abuse it, and throw it into a food processor to relish on your pain. It's safer to keep those things hidden, locked away. Nothing good ever comes from being open and true to someone who you aren't sure about, nothing but heart ache and eventual emotional disembowelment. It's best to keep your feelings to yourself, the wretched world will surely use it against you.
Corruption
I don't hate you,
I hate me.
I don't miss you,
I miss me.
I never dared to,
but you dared me.
I correct you,
yet I ignore me.
I hate me.
I don't miss you,
I miss me.
I never dared to,
but you dared me.
I correct you,
yet I ignore me.
22 August 2011
A Constant
There's an itching in my veins,
a sudden lynching in my brain.
A burning in my heart
a loss and disarray.
Coming out to meet my friends
hidden all within the led
hot and pouring through
it's the itching in my veins.
Can you see the nimble way
in which we run away
can you feel the dire needs
often lost inside your head.
Out there beyond the way
we find them lost and bare
coming out of the woodwork
like maggots in her brain.
Complete with a how to
on loosing all your friends,
you can see there is no room for two
it's the last chance we had to bare.
Complete with a how to
on gaining all your weight
it's easy to say that you
would always be there.
There's an itching in my veins
and itching in my head.
There's loss of everything,
a cross of shades and stares.
Complete with your own how to
on creeping out the mare
it's not easy to stay true
when your soul is lost
a stray.
a sudden lynching in my brain.
A burning in my heart
a loss and disarray.
Coming out to meet my friends
hidden all within the led
hot and pouring through
it's the itching in my veins.
Can you see the nimble way
in which we run away
can you feel the dire needs
often lost inside your head.
Out there beyond the way
we find them lost and bare
coming out of the woodwork
like maggots in her brain.
Complete with a how to
on loosing all your friends,
you can see there is no room for two
it's the last chance we had to bare.
Complete with a how to
on gaining all your weight
it's easy to say that you
would always be there.
There's an itching in my veins
and itching in my head.
There's loss of everything,
a cross of shades and stares.
Complete with your own how to
on creeping out the mare
it's not easy to stay true
when your soul is lost
a stray.
21 August 2011
The Money Pit
It's all about having a good foundation. It's why I am the way I am with people, why I like to take things slow, why I like to know you. Why I take life slowly. It's all in the foundation.
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