wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.


(pink floyd)

A Simpler Time

In Truth

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things
which he can afford to let alone.


Walden

Songs for Survival

Compromise

I hate giving titles, because then everybody who reads thinks that's what the poem/song/story/picture is all about. like that's the only thing it can be about.

But I have to admit, the roman numerals are getting ridiculous.

I am almost finished reading Magical Thinking, and I am definitely a fan. I've also started reading Run with the Hunted, and I'm actually ashamed and embarassed it's taken me this long to read more than a handful of random poetry by Bukowski. I'm in love. He writes and thinks the same crazy way I do, it seems.


I hope everyone is going to vote Tuesday!!! I have a dreaded 10am-11pm shift at work, but I will make time. I wasn't registered for the last election because I thought one vote, my small vote, really didn't matter, that there was no way Kerry would lose to Bush. Hah! I learned my lesson.