the man in the mirror
has scars i can't remember
has feelings i can't quite place
the reflection in the water
is drowning and i can't rescue
from the grave to the sand
to the place where we stand
waterfall away the motionless
cast upon the memory that is scattered
juxtaposed insitue with creation
cut away the marble
leave only a unicorn behind
the man in the mirror
ha movements not in my dance
forward, back, back, side, back
where is he going?
where is it he aims his claws
drinking to the summarizer whom counts down to one
movement guaranteed till morning is nigh
escape
break the window, watch the shards fall
darkness descends, where to from here
the man in the mirror has no mind
from here he only goes as far away as he can
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Lalalalalalala
Where did it all go wrong?
That was the last thought I remember thinking as I fell seven stories out of the broken office window. I assumed that it could have begun with the waking up in the morning, but i doubted that to a degree. Clearly I had gotten up many days in a row and not fallen 7 stories to my, soon to be, extensive relocation of body parts. Although, it did occur to me now in hindsight that this was a great opportunity for that plastic surgery I had always wanted.
I thought back, maybe there was something else that could have been the warning sign. It wasn't the extensive traffic this morning either, clearly the fact that all the roads I tried to take were detouring me in circles wasn't a sign. Neither was the ridiculous flashing neon sign at the front door of the complex saying "no entry". I mean really, the pranks some people play these days.
Climbing the stairs to the top, I passed a few comrades who were all oddly leaving already. Clearly they'd been fired and were leaving for greener pastures, not evacuating like the siren would suggest. Maybe it was the yellow tape that was gaurding my door. That seems like a more likely solution to my current problem. If only that yellow tape had been thick enough to stop me entering the room, I would not now be falling what appears to be already 6 stories. Lovely, only one more to...
That was the last thought I remember thinking as I fell seven stories out of the broken office window. I assumed that it could have begun with the waking up in the morning, but i doubted that to a degree. Clearly I had gotten up many days in a row and not fallen 7 stories to my, soon to be, extensive relocation of body parts. Although, it did occur to me now in hindsight that this was a great opportunity for that plastic surgery I had always wanted.
I thought back, maybe there was something else that could have been the warning sign. It wasn't the extensive traffic this morning either, clearly the fact that all the roads I tried to take were detouring me in circles wasn't a sign. Neither was the ridiculous flashing neon sign at the front door of the complex saying "no entry". I mean really, the pranks some people play these days.
Climbing the stairs to the top, I passed a few comrades who were all oddly leaving already. Clearly they'd been fired and were leaving for greener pastures, not evacuating like the siren would suggest. Maybe it was the yellow tape that was gaurding my door. That seems like a more likely solution to my current problem. If only that yellow tape had been thick enough to stop me entering the room, I would not now be falling what appears to be already 6 stories. Lovely, only one more to...
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
nothing new
so, I haven't blogged in a while. Mostly because I haven't anything new or interesting to say. Or maybe its because I suspect that I am the only person actually reading this so in an attempt to stop my vanity getting to dangerously audacious levels I just stopped. Whatever the case may be, its been a while.
Truth be told I haven't even written anything worth putting up either. I am currently working on something of epic proportions, though I doubt it will be posted here due to my overwhelming dislike for copyright violations. I fear that the RIAA who has no jurisdiction in my cardboard box (though Im sure they would like to argue otherwise) will try and steal my amazing ideas.
The whole reason I began my new project was because I became bored.
Bored of the same old five patterns that society spits in our direction, demanding that we catch it with open mouths and accept its sustenance. I choose instead to give it the bird and create my own spit, I'm hoping mine may cause some blind to see (well it'd sure be nice).
Do we ever look outside our little hovels that we call our minds?
Or...
Nah we're better people then that.
I can see it now, party on 5th street in a place called Cooltown, and everyone's invited. YES!
Ode to reason.
I often laugh at how dumb corporations are, or more so how dumb humanity is that it allowed the world to become such a hilarious place to begin with. Actually I retract that statement, its quite fun being able to laugh at the silly ideas that we're fed through mass media. "today on the news, seven people die in a horrific accident and a cat is saved from the jaws of a panda!"
Oh my, poor panda...
Truth be told I haven't even written anything worth putting up either. I am currently working on something of epic proportions, though I doubt it will be posted here due to my overwhelming dislike for copyright violations. I fear that the RIAA who has no jurisdiction in my cardboard box (though Im sure they would like to argue otherwise) will try and steal my amazing ideas.
The whole reason I began my new project was because I became bored.
Bored of the same old five patterns that society spits in our direction, demanding that we catch it with open mouths and accept its sustenance. I choose instead to give it the bird and create my own spit, I'm hoping mine may cause some blind to see (well it'd sure be nice).
Do we ever look outside our little hovels that we call our minds?
Or...
Nah we're better people then that.
I can see it now, party on 5th street in a place called Cooltown, and everyone's invited. YES!
Ode to reason.
I often laugh at how dumb corporations are, or more so how dumb humanity is that it allowed the world to become such a hilarious place to begin with. Actually I retract that statement, its quite fun being able to laugh at the silly ideas that we're fed through mass media. "today on the news, seven people die in a horrific accident and a cat is saved from the jaws of a panda!"
Oh my, poor panda...
Monday, February 23, 2009
Dilemmas
Look here now little one.
Don't Shed a tear.
Hold my hand till the darkness fades, everything will be alright.
looking back I should have listened.
Maybe just maybe,
It'd have changed the end I saw
I was alone on a mountain view and
looking to the north
when upon the shadow there
I saw you
I saw the death of you
I tried to call you,
but you never listened
going your own way
Thinking you know better
I cry for you now
No longer can i say you name without hurt
Its amazing that the whole crux of this dilemma
lies on the very fact that you died.
Then rose again.
Life have life and here I am to prove
No longer can i stand in the shadow of the rain
No
Instead I find myself running
running to an end
running to you.
Don't Shed a tear.
Hold my hand till the darkness fades, everything will be alright.
looking back I should have listened.
Maybe just maybe,
It'd have changed the end I saw
I was alone on a mountain view and
looking to the north
when upon the shadow there
I saw you
I saw the death of you
I tried to call you,
but you never listened
going your own way
Thinking you know better
I cry for you now
No longer can i say you name without hurt
Its amazing that the whole crux of this dilemma
lies on the very fact that you died.
Then rose again.
Life have life and here I am to prove
No longer can i stand in the shadow of the rain
No
Instead I find myself running
running to an end
running to you.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Unnamed
You’re the drug I can’t help but take
The poison I continue to digest
I tried to swallow my pride
Capture the moment mid stride
Walking so far, so long
Trying to get away
But the shaking, the illusions begin
I am hallucinating, in the worst kind of way
My world has gone backwards,
Upside down in turmoil
I can’t figure where left nor right is
The only thing I can see is the emptiness
That engulfs and surrounds every passing
The silence that lies in between each phrase
The sentence that falls off empty
Give me a break here
Give me something on which to chew
I need a break here, I need a win
I feel I am losing, losing a battle already lost
Defeated in mindset
I’ve got nothing left to lose
And yet, still ripping, I discover I do
Go figure…
The poison I continue to digest
I tried to swallow my pride
Capture the moment mid stride
Walking so far, so long
Trying to get away
But the shaking, the illusions begin
I am hallucinating, in the worst kind of way
My world has gone backwards,
Upside down in turmoil
I can’t figure where left nor right is
The only thing I can see is the emptiness
That engulfs and surrounds every passing
The silence that lies in between each phrase
The sentence that falls off empty
Give me a break here
Give me something on which to chew
I need a break here, I need a win
I feel I am losing, losing a battle already lost
Defeated in mindset
I’ve got nothing left to lose
And yet, still ripping, I discover I do
Go figure…
Something Bigger then this
I can not define you
So let me justify you
Lest I deny you in my own shallow grave
This hollow hand, upon its wooden stand
In the corner shouting out
I can’t hide from it, it cries
Woe to the one who tries
If only I could let this go
Let it fall upon the shoulders of someone better
Stronger then I
If only the thing that kept me going
Was not just my beating heart
The breath in my lungs
Nay
But something bigger, better then I
Someone
I need You, like the earth needs the sun
I need You, Like the mountain needs the sky
I need You, like the fish need the sea
I need You, now more then ever
Hear the cry of the oppressed one last time
As I call out, in my wilderness, lost, barren and forgotten
All hope I have is found solely in the promise I have in You
All truth is but forgotten in the sight of You
I wish I could be better, but my knees grow weak
And my back gets bent, through age
I need You, now, pull me from my hole
Help me,
Please
Please
Please
Please
Say You will
Please
What more can a man do then give their life
Give it for another, a stranger a friend
I call, hear me please,
Save me one more time
So let me justify you
Lest I deny you in my own shallow grave
This hollow hand, upon its wooden stand
In the corner shouting out
I can’t hide from it, it cries
Woe to the one who tries
If only I could let this go
Let it fall upon the shoulders of someone better
Stronger then I
If only the thing that kept me going
Was not just my beating heart
The breath in my lungs
Nay
But something bigger, better then I
Someone
I need You, like the earth needs the sun
I need You, Like the mountain needs the sky
I need You, like the fish need the sea
I need You, now more then ever
Hear the cry of the oppressed one last time
As I call out, in my wilderness, lost, barren and forgotten
All hope I have is found solely in the promise I have in You
All truth is but forgotten in the sight of You
I wish I could be better, but my knees grow weak
And my back gets bent, through age
I need You, now, pull me from my hole
Help me,
Please
Please
Please
Please
Say You will
Please
What more can a man do then give their life
Give it for another, a stranger a friend
I call, hear me please,
Save me one more time
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