Thursday, March 24, 2011

note to others

for the most part, anything that comes to my mind, is typed here on this blog,
also, sometimes (and most of the time) I have no recollection of where the source was derived.
so, this may not be about you


or it might..
but who knows.

stuck.


every once in a while, i get stuck there.
other times, i wish i can play there.
its an oh-so-familar place, even though i may have not been.



darts.

and you expected things to go further?

dualism.

what is to become of us?


or


what is to become of you?

weaves

i've been listening to a plethora of good music lately.

i've been thinking differently lately.

i've been wanting this more and more.

and some of you less and less.


afaics.

"As far as I can see
Nobody's listening
As far as I can tell
Nobody's listening to me
Are you glad I
I found an answer
Are you glad I
Nobody cries back for me"

Monday, March 21, 2011

not everything

not everything.
has to be built on whys and regrets.

and not every prick should be dealt with by the sharp of your tongue.

your eyes can move,

but your thoughts shouldn't.

local natives.

"why didn't i say anything until now?
so much is said without a sound
water so calm, and once so pure
undisturbed
standing for so long the color turns
their work is so hard

we never felt the sticky thread
the spider webs
their balance in the garden
their work is so hard "

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

maybe

next lifetime...

why is it the things that work and correlate with me the right way, are so out of reach?

why is it when i reach for the same stars u do, your already soaring, and im reaching from the ground?

why is it that you miss me, as soon as i leave?

why cant things be on time, why can't we be on time.

ever.

Monday, March 14, 2011

cult logic.

"All my life I've been the slave of consequence
wondering how this life could be so intricate.
I wanna rewrite my heart and let the future in
I wanna open it up and let somebody in

can you free me from the logic that I knew
I believe it even if it is not true."

do it.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

its the same place.


this is marked as the same place, things were better here once, I can only imagine now..
this is the same place.










This is a different sand.


my being you'll never understand
the ticks, the clocks, and bells to my dimension.
you can only hear alarms through the walls,
and assume it can be as minuscule as a whistling pipe, or busy steam.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

truf vs dare

no one missed you while you where gone, and really no one will miss you when your gone.

Sunday, March 6, 2011