Life has taken a turn
one which I do not agree with
they will cut deeper
I will have to take their seeds
and sprout trees of addiction
when I'm the weakest and most unavailable
when I am in need of something else
All along I needed some one alongside
to at least hear me out
and tell me it is going to be ok
when my own hope dwindles
and reality sets in so hard
that it finishes breaking my back.
Reality is
there wont be anyone.
Fact is
we are born alone
and we die alone
and what happens in the middle
we are really just lucky for.
who_leo
26 October 2010
Links are all broken
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Sleep
Still you've made your way
deep into the crevices of my dreams
all while I'm asleep and without conscience
I don't even know how to explain why.
There were times I felt like you read my mind
that I did things you wanted without parting your lips
and now here you are again
in my head
in my sleep
conversing.
deep into the crevices of my dreams
all while I'm asleep and without conscience
I don't even know how to explain why.
There were times I felt like you read my mind
that I did things you wanted without parting your lips
and now here you are again
in my head
in my sleep
conversing.
23 October 2010
Blank
Bad news suck.
Not living because of it sucks more.
Imminent retirement.
Everything is over.
22 October 2010
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.
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.
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.
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21 October 2010
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.
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.
Labels:
creative writing,
poem,
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writing
20 October 2010
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.
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.
Labels:
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Gonzo,
poem,
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writing
19 October 2010
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.
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.
Labels:
creative writing,
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poem,
poetry,
writing
16 October 2010
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.
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.
15 October 2010
My thoughts on New York
This is a blog video from over a year ago, previously unpublished. Gonzo Journalism at it's best? LOLz
Labels:
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Gonzo,
New York City,
reality,
truth,
video blog
14 October 2010
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.
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.
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writing
13 October 2010
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
12 October 2010
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.
who_leo
If you want to know more about the album, click here.
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reality,
transcendence,
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