Protected: One of those days with a spike October 24, 2007
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Unlocked, free, dance October 7, 2007
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I am free! Finally free! I do as I please. I am the wind. I am the sand. I am as I please. Thank you. Unleash thy self!
Treasure Chests October 7, 2007
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Getting lost in my mind, I find treasures. Chests unopened holding wonders and pleasures all of their own kind. Waterfalls collapsing against boulders. Boulders becoming what they are- nothing. Timeless pieces. Pieces of time. We are talking about things that have with stood sand. Things that reverb through space and have lossless capabilities. Played in my mind they resonate to their best qualities, seen as they truly are. They are the only things that I can truly see as for what they are. They are absolute.
Letter to God October 7, 2007
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If you were here. Standing by my side. Talking with me. Sharing our thoughts. Walking side by side. Marveling at beauties. Discussing the quest for life. Giving me hints. Then may be, just maybe these could be truth words. Of how I am, how I feel, how ever I will live. How I live to love. And you love to live.
Teras October 7, 2007
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Because I cannot write music. I write words. Listen my beauty. I will whisper in your ear a most fantastical lullaby. Sleep my beauty that is when I can most speak to you. Let me tell you about the great warriors of this world whom gave there lives as legends for ideas they held so firm. Cry my dear. As I tell you of the sorrows the people must go through and pass through and leave by. Dry them. As I flood hearts among ends to tell you about the awakening of hearts and the calling of one’s self. Surrender to my words.
Status Update. October 7, 2007
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What is most important to me right now is my relationship with my girlfriend. I don’t feel trapped–devoting all my time to make the relationship right or changing myself to comfort her– it just happens. It requires no time at all. Lost in this haze of heavenly bliss I lose sense of time and just be. These are the great years of my life. This is where it all begins. My work begins now. Mark this. This is where the concrete begins to harden. Footprints left behind. Work etched purposefully. Brown yellowish dust glistening to the canvas oil. The wind blows where it pleases and I be. It is a great thing to be. To fall in love with life and its music. I can listen to its heart. Hollow as it may be. Centrified as a growth to everyones most deep spiritual complexity of a mind, I hear all! The world is a bit depressed right now I must say. A beautiful thing is happening in the world, unraveling.
Momentum Reigns October 7, 2007
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Started thinking today about what I was supposed to do in life, as if I stopped thinking about it. I came to the conclusion the other day with Ashley’s help that I take on too many ideas at once. I tackle them all at once with vigor and a lifeforce of unknown end. These ideas are more of epiphanies. I told her she is right. But I do not think I should stop with the ideas. What am I to be? What if I went down in history for being the man to do the most in his life? That would require me to change my life completely. Think big, take baby steps to make the ideas reality and not tell anyone of such. Why not go all the way? Why not try my best? Why not have big ideas? Why not do everything? Why not chase perfection? Baby steps. This is how: I stop what I am thinking. I be. I begin. Momentum reigns!
Protected: If I Can Only Begin To Describe Then It May Start Here October 3, 2007
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Protected: If it must happen. Happen! October 3, 2007
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Drudge Metal October 3, 2007
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Hiding behind the carcass is the monster
Creating spells within; turning gears to mayhem
It spools its rinds and black cables with rusting slow exasperating breaths of pain and misdeeds
Interlocking leg with leg, moving the gears of torment it feeds on nothing
More pain, it comes close to machine death. No mercy towards machines it knows.
It does not hurt. It crawls to agonies and beyond.
This has been the way it was given since humans could imagine.
