Nineteen was only
Four years ago
But it feels like
A lifetime away
No matter how hard
I try to forget
I can still
Remember that day
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
August 25, 2008
The fine line
between music and poetry
does not exist in my mind
Nor in the rhythm of words
that flow from this pen
It cannot be found
in the voices of a chorus
Or the lyrics of a song
No matter where I go
It cannot be known
between music and poetry
does not exist in my mind
Nor in the rhythm of words
that flow from this pen
It cannot be found
in the voices of a chorus
Or the lyrics of a song
No matter where I go
It cannot be known
Updates.
Sorry if anything is posted twice. I check the corner when I post, but that doesn't always work. I'm too scattered. I don't think I've had any doubles yet though.
I'm probably going to start putting the date written as the title.
Although I have hundreds without dates....
whatev.
Some Quotes:
"Sometimes what you call everything, I call nothing."
"Destiny has a way of finding you."
(One Tree Hill)
"I don't give a shit about sleeping. I want love, or death. That's it."
(Leon The Professional)
I'm probably going to start putting the date written as the title.
Although I have hundreds without dates....
whatev.
Some Quotes:
"Sometimes what you call everything, I call nothing."
"Destiny has a way of finding you."
(One Tree Hill)
"I don't give a shit about sleeping. I want love, or death. That's it."
(Leon The Professional)
2004-2005
A beautiful girl came from the sea
With golden hair flowing
down to her knees
She learned to walk but wished to fly
Like the graceful angels that filled the sky
She never found her place
in this material world
She spread her saving grace
among(st) the people on the ground
but when all was said and done
She still found herself bound
locked up in their chains with no way out
In the distance she thought she heard
the distinct sound of an angels shout
He came to save her
and this advice he gave her
they will hunt you and torture you
and bury you alive
but if you can forgive them after
and keep your heart hate free
then you can survive
and you, too, can fly like me
With golden hair flowing
down to her knees
She learned to walk but wished to fly
Like the graceful angels that filled the sky
She never found her place
in this material world
She spread her saving grace
among(st) the people on the ground
but when all was said and done
She still found herself bound
locked up in their chains with no way out
In the distance she thought she heard
the distinct sound of an angels shout
He came to save her
and this advice he gave her
they will hunt you and torture you
and bury you alive
but if you can forgive them after
and keep your heart hate free
then you can survive
and you, too, can fly like me
Monday, June 22, 2009
End of the World Blues
We have a hundred words that say the same thing
And we cannot understand each other
There are just too many ways
to live your own life
So we don't worry 'bout one another
And everywhere else, they wonder
how America got all the power
We said this year, that things would change
But we just keep on living the same way
And one man, he cannot save us
Not when we act so blind
This man will not protect us
When we wake up to find
We are killing ourselves slowly
Just by closing our minds*
(Listening to blues always makes me want to write)
*eyes, originally.
And we cannot understand each other
There are just too many ways
to live your own life
So we don't worry 'bout one another
And everywhere else, they wonder
how America got all the power
We said this year, that things would change
But we just keep on living the same way
And one man, he cannot save us
Not when we act so blind
This man will not protect us
When we wake up to find
We are killing ourselves slowly
Just by closing our minds*
(Listening to blues always makes me want to write)
*eyes, originally.
haha. that didn't happen.
for my photography, go here
it's all very unorganized still, but i'm working on it. i'm going through hundreds of photo cd's, trying to pick the crap out and upload everything else. I need to label and sort (group) them as well. I'm currently half-way through 2007... i'm working my way up, so basically i started when i got a digital camera, 2004. i'm trying to get it up to date.
I'm trying to get this done fast, because my next step is to determine what's good and print and sell them. I wish I could start doing that now, but I need to know what I have first. I need to catalog everything.
I do have an etsy account going, so I can sell my photography and my crafts on there once I'm ready. (Another terrible habit of mine, aside from taking thousands of pictures and doing nothing with them [until now] is to collect thousands of stones and do nothing with them.) I collect stones, beach glass, and sea shells for jewelry and crafts, but I probably only make 1 pair of earrings for every 100 stones I get. That's another hobby I would like to pursue (and sell). I always get involved in too many projects at once, so nothing ever really gets finished. But i'm tired of having so much extra crap (mostly craft-like crap) that I don't need or use taking up space in my room, so I'm tackling everything one by one. Once I'm finished with photography (up to speed, lets say, since it's something that I will always be doing) I will return to jewelry--evaluate what I have, what can sell, what to make, etc. Then I'll start with mixed media and painting. That's something I'm dying to do RIGHT NOW, but I swore to myself I will finish something and make money off it instead of getting another second job and forgetting everything once again. (That seems to happen once every year or two) these paraenthesis must be killing you. I know they're killing me, especially since I can't spell the word.
It looks like there's a space that wants to be written in. But I'm at a loss. Everything just feels too damn cliched or too religious.
Maybe "Nothing Lasts"
"All Things Must Pass"
"Carbon footprint? WHAT carbon footprint?"
I don't f*ing know. Give me a hint.
PS- David Gray is amazing.
Then again, so is every musician with half a brain.
I'm addicted.
(It's my new television)
for my photography, go here
it's all very unorganized still, but i'm working on it. i'm going through hundreds of photo cd's, trying to pick the crap out and upload everything else. I need to label and sort (group) them as well. I'm currently half-way through 2007... i'm working my way up, so basically i started when i got a digital camera, 2004. i'm trying to get it up to date.
I'm trying to get this done fast, because my next step is to determine what's good and print and sell them. I wish I could start doing that now, but I need to know what I have first. I need to catalog everything.
I do have an etsy account going, so I can sell my photography and my crafts on there once I'm ready. (Another terrible habit of mine, aside from taking thousands of pictures and doing nothing with them [until now] is to collect thousands of stones and do nothing with them.) I collect stones, beach glass, and sea shells for jewelry and crafts, but I probably only make 1 pair of earrings for every 100 stones I get. That's another hobby I would like to pursue (and sell). I always get involved in too many projects at once, so nothing ever really gets finished. But i'm tired of having so much extra crap (mostly craft-like crap) that I don't need or use taking up space in my room, so I'm tackling everything one by one. Once I'm finished with photography (up to speed, lets say, since it's something that I will always be doing) I will return to jewelry--evaluate what I have, what can sell, what to make, etc. Then I'll start with mixed media and painting. That's something I'm dying to do RIGHT NOW, but I swore to myself I will finish something and make money off it instead of getting another second job and forgetting everything once again. (That seems to happen once every year or two) these paraenthesis must be killing you. I know they're killing me, especially since I can't spell the word.
It looks like there's a space that wants to be written in. But I'm at a loss. Everything just feels too damn cliched or too religious.
Maybe "Nothing Lasts"
"All Things Must Pass"
"Carbon footprint? WHAT carbon footprint?"
I don't f*ing know. Give me a hint.
PS- David Gray is amazing.
Then again, so is every musician with half a brain.
I'm addicted.
(It's my new television)
Sunday, May 3, 2009
i'm thinking about two more blogs on here, one for thoughts and random things, and one for photography. but the names are getting in the way. usually that doesn't set me back, but i guess i'm not feeling very creative at the moment. every name i want is taken.
i want to make blogger a regular thing. you know, keep all three updated, make some friends, actually read the blogs that i friend because they interest me....
well anyway, wish me luck.
i want to make blogger a regular thing. you know, keep all three updated, make some friends, actually read the blogs that i friend because they interest me....
well anyway, wish me luck.
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