Everything is liquid...
Current mood: flowing
Category: flowing Writing and Poetry

Everything is liquid

          If you wait around long enough.

Everything burns

          If you get it hot enough.

Everything spins

          If you can hold still long enough.

Everyone grins

          If you can make them laugh enough.

Everyone cries

          When we've just had enough.

Everyone dies

          Never having lived enough.

Everyone wins

          If we play long enough.

Everyone sins

          When the stake's high enough.

Every road ends

          If our legs are strong enough.

Every wound mends

          If it's taken care enough.

Everyone cries

          When we've just had enough.

Everyone dies

          Never having lived enough.

Everyone grins

          If you can make 'em laugh enough.

Everything spins

          If you can hold still long enough.

Everything burns

          If you get it hot enough.

Everything is liquid

          If you wait around long enough.

Currently reading : A Confederacy of Dunces By John Kennedy Toole

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Way of the Dreamer (a poem.)
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Writing and Poetry

Trick your dreams

Make the boogeyman scream

Flip the scene for real

Rip the seal.

Make the edges squeal!

Trip, surreal…

(How silly everything feels!)

What's the deal?

God's inside!

Down where everyone learns to hide

There you are.

There's a neutron star in your heart.

Every breath you take, you make a new reality start.

Chart the map.

Lay-lines run deep through this town, that's a fact!

Go get a snack.

You'll need more energy for where we're goin'

In fast-motion.

To the very end of the beginnin' of the flowin'

On this ocean

powered by the beating of our blood,

That's the notion!

That anything this beautiful can't just be mud.

Be a dreamer.

Join all of us up here flying higher, deeper,

Sadness seekers,

Down into the depths of the soul of our planet,

Past the granite,

Shining ever brighter the more we think that we've had it,

Never waking until the great task is done, battle won. Shining Sun.

Waking up exhausted as a force of habit, that's the pun.

(Sweet dreams everyone.)

Currently listening : The Piper at the Gates of Dawn By Pink Floyd Release date: 1990-10-25

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Sunspots...
Current mood: amused

(Aaron) Spotlighted by the Sun,
recognizing reality, as I know it...
faintly toying with my subconsciousness
I not inspired by shit at the time!
why try?

(Joe) Why not, man?
If the shoe fits, write about it!
Drown your thoughts
with so many intense ink-expressed
brainwaves
so that it's all your mind can do not to be completely inspired for hours upon hours of eternitites of time!
C'mon, man, trip out like you do so often, but use a pen, or a paintbrush, or any instrument of inspiration close-at-hand. Geez!

(And now, back to High Schooooooooooooooooool...)

Instructions: Print name________________________

q1.) If you work for 5 hours a day after school on weekdays for $6.50 an hour, and you have to spend 30 dollars a week partying, how many weeks would you have to work to be able to buy a thousand pink ping-pong balls at 63 cents a ball?


q2.) Do you believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster?

Currently listening : More By Pink Floyd Release date: 1996-09-03

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Eagle envy...
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry

Stuck for words, I turn to birds

To hear a song of right and wrong

Like right here now, how wrong we are

Whenever wishes hit a star

Shot forth from wide-eyed, crying souls

Who can't escape their caged-in roles

Of everyday society

Of minding the authority

And seeing not how to escape

Just wishing for a super-cape

Or wings, or things so far away

There's got to be a better way

To live without the hurt and hate

To cleanse our souls before it's too late

And we've grown old, only to realize

We spent our lives immersed in lies

And all there is to do before death

Is to make our peace in a last gasping breath

Then we die, and we try to fly the blue sky

But the lie makes us cry as we wave our goodbye

To the crazy-lazy-days of fun-in-the-sun

With a joint and a beer and a mile to run

With the people we met with the light in their eyes

Who caressed our ideas and saw through our disguise

And we all leapt off the same old cliff

Our bodies fell so that our souls might lift

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JOKER

(In honor of a character so well defined, it's scary.)

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I sea, dead people...
Current mood: voluminous

So once upon a time I was at a girl's mansion out in Barrington, IL getting drunk with friends and making Boboli pizzas. The girl's name was Frog, I think, and the pizzas were BBQ chicken and Monterey Jack. Anyways, I went downstairs to find the bathroom. At the bottom of the stairs was a door, so I opened it. Big mistake.

   There was a void-filled room, a vortex at once repelling me with cold, yet sucking me in, as if a cold hand were reaching out to me. I took it as it came,  keeping my cool, and I let the feeling grip me. What followed was a very depressing blur, a rush of infinite sadness into which I extended my humble light within. Unable to escape the feeling, I momentarily feared no return. But in a moment of inspiration, I breathed out and radiated all the Love, Empathy and Understanding I could. The void immediately dissapaprated, and I found myself solemnly looking into a dark closet.

   Returning from my urination, I immediately sat and wrote about it, lest I ever forget the weirdness.



Drink the infinite sadness, lack of room.
Fall into the darkened corner's gloom.
It winks into my widened eye.
I am caused to wonder: Why?
Why do they connect so well...
Crying out within their hells,
Waiting for an open mind to feel;
See them, feel them, know their kind is real.
No fear, nowhere to run away and hide
I stay unwillingly, explore, confide
It's all a spirit needs to dull the pain
A mental kiss, a hug from balls to brain
Haunts me until I understand
Taunts me with their frozen hand
Reaches in, to hold my very soul
Takes a piece of me to make them whole

Don't be scared when shadows shift
Be catalyst, and spirits lift

Currently listening : The Dark Knight Release date: 2008-07-15

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substring theory, or All the Tea...
Current mood: electric
Category: Writing and Poetry

cry so softly
anger mostly
think too deeply
crazy sleepy
hallucinate freely
pity for greedy
helpless when needy
 
   favorite word "Mine"
   flailing through time

We're all rich with death
Worship each breath
stay true
when blue
God is you
hug yourself
no one else
know thy mind
knots unwind

   all wounds are healed
   all pain subsides
   all dreams come true
   all friends confide

We're all tied by strings
connected, no end
vibrating the sounds
emotions we send

The summer of peace isn't over just yet
so come on and catch hold of the groove...

Before it's  too late to create your own fate
that you knew as a kid, but forgot just-of-late
'cause you waited too long for false dreams to appear
and missed out on some time that you might've held dear...
As dear as a dead friend from far yesteryear
bringing sweet-tasting tears in a vision so clear
you live life with her sweet-sounding voice in your head
a bittersweet reminder: you wish she weren't dead...
And the tears wash your soul through the Autumn of Rain
as you carefully pave each new layer of pain...
And move on to love others who know the pain, too...
(complementing shades of blue)

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not an easy one to share...
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Writing and Poetry

self-seclusion

I'm Always over-thinking endings

My days end with no beginnings

No more passions, no obsessions

No connections, no more friends

I'm the king of second-guessing

Always missing what I'm missing

Unnoticed as a warm tear slipping

Down my cheek into this pen

Should have held on to the first thing

Ever popped into my young mind

Now I'm a ragged beggar blind

Without the will to see again

I'm a broken record skipping

I'm a broken record skipping

Flip me over, please, I'm done in

Know I'm never going to win

Never flinched when under a gun

I'm unfettered by ambition

Not unhappy to be no one

And I won't delude myself

Please forget you ever knew me

Let me become silent nothing

Let my last words go unnoticed

Just like anybody else

Everything feels like a lesson

If there's God, he's mean, I'm guessing

For the weight of all the world

On broken backs is commonplace

How does anybody have fun?

Used to back when I was someone

I was brilliant and handsome

Thought I'd save the human race

Forever is excruciating

My fortitude is my one failing

As I clutch the frozen railing

Of ten thousand lonely nights

If there's God, (s)he's got to feel me

If love is real, then love the real me

I will challenge anybody

Take the time to save a life

(I wrote this in winter after watching the Bridge,   as a tribute to souls lost  and souls yet to be.)

Currently listening : The Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3 : Rare And Unreleased, 1961-1991 By Bob Dylan Release date: 1997-08-19

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Catharsis, or A Series of Poems Written to Avoid Killing People...
Current mood: content

Most of these are from my high-school days, when writing was first a lifeline. Whatever.

GAZPACHO
Never happy endings here.
Blood drains from our scars...
Trapped I'm free; I see your fear
Burn my eyes through yours.

Blood-red razor rips your flesh
Tendon, bone, and skin unmesh
And as I feast upon your death,
I miss you.

Stoned and alone, alive munching your bones,
thinking of home so far away...
My teeth ripping apart the valves of your heart
Revenge is the place where I stay

Bending my mind to banishing your kind
Hacking the trail down through your entire bloodline
Clearing a path to a home I might find,
Burning all else in the way...

Open to: A Brand New Day!
Wake and start to create a way
To find happiness again, and play.
Now, to myself I do pray.

Like I prayed for the day you would die.
And I took from you everything... why?
Because you laughed at me once while I cried.

(Bitch.)

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CUSTOMIZE-UR-HELL
Here I sit and watch the pain, wishing I was free again.
Trapped within my cage of ice, I cry against my own advice.
Frozen tears of misery. Death would be an ecstasy!
Unable to live in icy hell, I smash my fists until they swell.
I gouge my eyes. I bash my brain. I wish that I was free again!
Frozen bloody tears fall down. I scream, I fall, I hit the ground...

Death rips through the veil
Taking me to hell
Drenched in misery
Gone too far to see
Life was lived in vain
Wasted, so much pain

I died insane. Freedom's just a name.
The only prison was my own brain.

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FEELING UNEMPLOYABLE
I hear the loud footsteps on the porch.
My dad comes walking through the door.
His hand still gripping tight the knob,
He asks if I've yet found a job...
I keep my eyes locked at the floor.

I put the pen's tip to the page
To quell the inner swelling rage.
A car flies by outside,
And seems to coincide
With my inability to act my age.

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WISDOM
They say that wisdom hides on a mountain-top, giggling,
Tickling the belly of the sky...
A wry smile traced upon a wrinkled old face,
Contemplating the How and the Why.

"Wisdom" says Yoda, "An old mountain man is not.
Comes it from getting your ass kicked a lot.
Seek it not from another, and see...
All knowledge and wisdom is in thee."

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WISH
Once more 'fore I die, I wish I could fly.
I wish I could fly through one more pure sunset sky.
I wish I could again be part of the scene.
I wish I could say what I really mean.
I wish I could pour out my soul and drink it.
I wish for my ship to come in. Do not sink it!
I wish I had someone to fuck or to fight.
I wish i was crossing the desert all night.
I wish I could style in these worn-out shoes.
I wish I could paint the whole sky with these blues.
I wish to materialize the thoughts in my mind.
I wish my pineal gland would go blind.

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That's it. Keep in mind, dear readers, that i was very suicidal in High School, and anunciating it with rhyme was my way of encapsulating the pain I felt. Sharing this with you today is a profound catharsis. Thank you for reading.

Love and respect to all.

Currently listening : Crossroads By Tracy Chapman Release date: 1989-09-25

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Stupid Evil Monkey, I love you anyways...
Current mood: gallant
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

God help the world if I ever turn evil.

I know all the tricks and more; I'd be the Devil!

What oceans of void behind some eyes concealed!

I pretend that the dream isn't real.

Yeah, I once had a dream… God  Someone showed me the score.

The battleground of mind stung like never before.

Yeah I woke up a man at the young age of four!

Thirty years on, my life is a bore.

Evil's not just action, but the choice not to care

That allows one to act, and to take as they dare.

Every choice we make shapes a reality we share.

Choose to grow, to become more aware.

And if I stay good for the sake of my soul

I'll survive but not thrive; and that's nature, you know.

I'm benign, while malignancies chew at the line.

But with good in my heart, I'll be fine.

Yeah, I once had a dream... Someone showed me the pain.

Like the emotion of a lifetime getting shot through the veins.

Woke with such a cold sweat, on my life it left stains!

(There's much more to our dreams than our brains.)

Currently listening : Mockingbird By Eminem Release date: 2005-05-02

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