Three Songs.

Can fires be any more fickle?
Can your passions seek any more vindication?
Where these cruel pacifications meet some
Divine pranksters caprice, as your life
A joke played on a friendly face,
A tree went to grow.
An oak.
Each seed seeped like a plague of
Too much felt and too much known.
It was time to wake up yesterday.
But my time to dream passed in a waking whim.

Yesterday Don't Matter...
She'll never be seen again, it seems
like a nation's divide, is a loving
split, but a fate derived lost and drift
like a spider web flung by a heavy hand.
It still clings like truth to a victim's scars.
It still clings like a vision to a prophet's heart.

St Peter's Cathedral's cross, draped in gold
Seems lackluster in your hair even despite protests.
Feathers fluttering in open air cant claim your
Gossamer threads of blonde divine.
A gentle touch and single lip, drowns screams
Of futile passions, aching not to be supremed.
But succeed, and visions of her rosy breast
And sights of gentle sighs bleed dreams dry.
A harrowing account, a burning bush
Or heated Dam... but mine, Love, a broken Levee.
I do dream of you, and that sweetest smile
Becoming mine, becoming mind, becoming visions of
A Paradise.

On an Entirely Different Note. (heh)

Oh Boy.

Cool Sin (KOOLs In)

Dearest Night, darkest blanket let it be.
Let it be free.
Black, blank and cold. Where once the fireflies flew
like embers from a friendly fire.

Cruelty washed your black white.
A light of passions renewed
of childhood fancies for a leather jacket,
bleached my twilight, and stained it pink.

Good Afternoon

Tee hee

So, I was sitting in a corner... No that's not the right story. The point is, I was thinking about how I feel the world came to be. I think it didn't. Seems reasonable to me to assume that there is no beginning. See, time is a construct. Like location. It is. There is no center, and no point of origin. It seems reasonable to me to assume that we never started, but that, as we approach "before" to such a ridiculous extent we simply have to accept smaller and smaller increments of time. Like location. What I mean is, the point from where the universe expanded still contained all there ever was right? Same idea with time. Our increments of time is shaped by our ideas of seconds, minutes, hours. We see that 100 years is a very long time, because it is longer than our lifetime. But 10,000,000 years is unimaginable to us, for obvious reasons. But on a planetary judgment it isn't. Universally it is extremely acceptable, and only getting more and more so. Eventually, the universe will be able to approach its long increments of time as seconds in our lifetime. But my point is, the "beginning" is an assumption that time is progressive. All time exists. Yesterday is just as real and present as today right? If that is true, if time is a big all encompassing blanket, like all matter, and for that matter all places, than it seems safe, just as place is infinite, time is. Creation... is impossible. There would need to be a point zero, but that isn't possible if all time exists at all times. Get it? To me, when the "big bang" happened, it is just going from an unstable existence to a stable one. I mean, existence didn't just explode into being. Existence just became possible out of what was there but unstable, The way we change according to where we are in time. But all I am saying is that there was always SOMETHING.

Worth Clicking.

Up In The Air

MMMMassive Attack...

Geographic Location, I Love You

Because We Need to know How many Love Stories we can Watch in A Row.

Congratulations

Our meager little blog now has a title. An obvious one, but a decent one. I feel that my beautiful friend Kevin and I should celebrate. In song, and dance.

I will write something later.

there went the world

Sometimes I wonder...are there any floating fortresses in the sky? haha that would be dope.

Why do I seem to get into complicated situations? Like seriously do I just enjoy the complexity of trying to dig myself out and creating some sort of conflict in order to dig myself out? I may be a bit peculiar, but bare with me for a second. It's already been three weeks into my semester and I am really into it even if it does include making a bit of sacrifices along the way. I honestly can't hold on to everything I want, but if you are not helping me along the way. Then what the hell? I worked, studied, read, my ass off these past weeks and all I get is negative criticism. Where is your support in what I am trying to accomplish? Let me know if you care as well. Peace

kapow

In one sweep I cleared my plate
of all you ever were.
In two strokes we came apart
and the picture came to blur.
But with resolve
of ancient thoughts
we were living through the stars.
Living harshly in pure snow,
with white gowns and
whiter binds.

I decided I want to make a list of were I want to go...

Alaska
City Lights, SF
Portland
Louisiana
Atlanta
Venice
Biarritz
Oakland
Cosala
Kuroshio Sea
Barcelona
Bilbao
Boston (in Fall)
Denmark/Netherlands
London
Ireland
Chicago
Detroit
Grand Canyon
(and the little Honey Trailer west of the Grand Canyon)
Yosemite
Moscow
San Diego
The Alamo
Liverpool
Home
Little Cities in the Eastern US...(for no more than a week)
Las Vegas

That's in no Particular order...
Join me?