June 2009
4 posts
Feeling The Touch
Saturday means the world to people like us Blue jeans and t-shirts, like modern day Roman Antioch’s fighting to the death with Crete Over emails and papers and memos and nothing Sunday mornings became time for dreaming “How was your girl last night?” Well Bill, she was fucking amazing But the rain came down and canceled it all So I watched television signals all night And went to sleep...
I’ve Been Burned
I’ve perfected the art of perfecting the arts. I’ve divided my heart into five different parts: first- the one that’s just blood and tissue. Secondly the part that claims to miss you and the other three parts lay still like bone because you can’t breathe a pulse into a piece of stone. No one ever sings themselves to sleep it takes an orphan’s song to make them dream because “insomnia is in this...
Set Your Goals
Throughout life, you are given gifts and talents. Some take those talents and hit the ground running with them, others let them become stagnant and find themselves stuck in a slump, unable to progress.
Some people have spent too much time chasing dreams that realistically weren’t achievable. Before you’re able to see life for what it really is, it takes a series of failures and misses. Sometimes...
Let It Roll
So much love and life and art and humanity and beauty and time and creativity and god forsaken vanity is lost in the cell-phone-internet-instant-coffee-messaging-teleportation-electric-car-twenty-four-seven-news age. And here I am typing on a plastic computer; conveying my plastic thoughts that I only wish mattered more than they do. Why can’t things last anymore? What happened to the innocence...