For twenty one years

We loved that line
And I would take it easy
If I had your mind
But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire
And you're slow like Motown soul

2/12/2010

No matter what color skin,
No matter what language,
And no matter what land.
All people laugh in the same tongue
And cry in the same tongue
Its all an endless batch of song
All on loan
And all only turned loose to sing

Lonely, ah yes!
But it's the flowers and mirrors that now meet my loneliness
Dissolving deep to the depth
Of whatever freedoms they say I have
But that, then, shall remain my song.

There's a movie
The last line proclaims
"Music, man, that's where its at"
That's my religion
And outside the chimes are ringing.

I'm beginning to hate the internet

Sure, it's great in it's own respective ways
But people seem to take advantage of that.
It seems like people make this fake internet persona of themselves to hide behind.
It's understandable to a point, it's fucking hard to face reality, and it's nice to get away for some time.
But goddamn, people are starting to forget who they really are.
They are so use to hiding that they convince themselves that this is how they really are.
It'll all come back to you, I promise.
In the worst ways, at the worst times.

I'll tell you from experience, it really fucking sucks.
You can't escape from reality forever.

Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing ?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean.






I don't know how it's possible to be so tired, yet so awake.
I'm in a weird spot, though I don't know why.
Nor do I have any reasons to feel like this.
Well I guess no reasons that I'll admit to myself.
I keep having this reoccurring dream, I've never really tried to decipher what my dreams meant, always kinda thought they were just random thoughts or whatever.
But this one sticks with me
It's hard remember every detail, even though I've had maybe 4 or 5 times.
I just know I'm sitting near the ocean, I can't pin point the place, but it's not anywhere near.
Neither the east or west coast, maybe somewhere in Europe.
I don't know.
But it keeps bothering me, cause I always wake up with a very un-easy feeling, and I feel like something is wrong.
Something is obviously wrong with me.