Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
13 November 2011
12 November 2011
Moving on (the other side)
One important thing I've learned from venting via my writing is that everything changes. The way you feel changes like the seasons, anger is subdued by time and it sleeps a deep sleep. Dissolution is washed away by the rain of forgetfulness and disambiguation. Lessons learned are all stored away for easy access, but shouldn't keep anyone from making contact with others. Life moves on, and so should the self.
Though one thing will always stick like crazy glue. No matter how hard I try, I have never been able to wash it away. It's always left a stain so thick, so bright, that not even a monsoon of experience could ever get rid of it. Love.
Things done because of Love, angry letters, long diatribes, isolation, obsession, they all seem so morose and entail a sickness which I've only just truly uncovered. It is dangerous, yet it is accompanied by beautiful experiences and emotions. One must truly be careful as it is a loaded gun and thus must be treated as such. Only use it when you absolutely need to, and there is no other way out. Build a wall? Yes, but only to see who is willing to break it down.
This is something I've learned. I hope to do some introspective writing soon, as someone once asked on a comment somewhere else "what about you?" Well, that is all to come with due time. I think I know what I did, why I found myself sick with emotion, and the only way to truly understand it and work it out for me will be to put down on writing. Will I be exposing my soft underbelly? Yes and no, because that person is no more, but I do wish to understand why I did what I did, everything else is kind of meaningless, as I will never be able to speak to that person I once loved, or understand their reasons for being as they were.
Kind of like my dream
Standing behind a glass
she's on the other side
on crutches
broken foot
I slam the thick glass doors
scream under water
but she will not listen
cannot hear
ignores me
and the world turns black
as my lungs fill with fluid.
I am dead to you, and I understand that now.
Though one thing will always stick like crazy glue. No matter how hard I try, I have never been able to wash it away. It's always left a stain so thick, so bright, that not even a monsoon of experience could ever get rid of it. Love.
Things done because of Love, angry letters, long diatribes, isolation, obsession, they all seem so morose and entail a sickness which I've only just truly uncovered. It is dangerous, yet it is accompanied by beautiful experiences and emotions. One must truly be careful as it is a loaded gun and thus must be treated as such. Only use it when you absolutely need to, and there is no other way out. Build a wall? Yes, but only to see who is willing to break it down.
This is something I've learned. I hope to do some introspective writing soon, as someone once asked on a comment somewhere else "what about you?" Well, that is all to come with due time. I think I know what I did, why I found myself sick with emotion, and the only way to truly understand it and work it out for me will be to put down on writing. Will I be exposing my soft underbelly? Yes and no, because that person is no more, but I do wish to understand why I did what I did, everything else is kind of meaningless, as I will never be able to speak to that person I once loved, or understand their reasons for being as they were.
Kind of like my dream
Standing behind a glass
she's on the other side
on crutches
broken foot
I slam the thick glass doors
scream under water
but she will not listen
cannot hear
ignores me
and the world turns black
as my lungs fill with fluid.
I am dead to you, and I understand that now.
08 November 2011
04 November 2011
Here's a Thought
As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.
Music and lyrics by John Lennon.
03 November 2011
Cream Pie Party Flavors.
can you dig it?
the cold weather is coming
it's time the birds get a flocking
down south
so keep your tents up
your hearts open
most of all
keep our revolution revolting
to get all of the past sickness out
it's time for winter
a cooling
a calm
we must shake ourselves awake
keep from falling asleep
'cos once we close our eyes
it's too late
don't you see we'll freeze
it's our calm
that should worry them
it's our silence they will hear
only one thing to watch out for
is the quickness of their surrender
how different
yet the same
we turn out to be in the end
the cold weather is coming
it's time the birds get a flocking
down south
so keep your tents up
your hearts open
most of all
keep our revolution revolting
to get all of the past sickness out
it's time for winter
a cooling
a calm
we must shake ourselves awake
keep from falling asleep
'cos once we close our eyes
it's too late
don't you see we'll freeze
it's our calm
that should worry them
it's our silence they will hear
only one thing to watch out for
is the quickness of their surrender
how different
yet the same
we turn out to be in the end
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.
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