I feel like I don't know why
it's not that far from here to the dawn
but in the darkness
I feel it strong
it's like all of the pretty things
that make me want to cry
with all of their loveliness
and strings tied tight
to contain their strangeness
I am on high
feeling for the clouds
but they slip on by
in the night
with my hands
grasping at the air
I want to go where
the sounds of tomorrow rain
I want to fly
through the dreams
that make people sing about
love and maybe this time
I want be so far
away from here
it's not that I want to forget
because there's too much time for that
it all just paints the day
some colors that smear and drip
on the floor
don't look down,
you'll get lost along the way
in all those patterns
that make the day
Well the moon is almost gone,
and the sun will rise again
tomorrow becomes today
and I begin again.
like rain drops turning into light
but on this new day
the answer I fear
is what to leave behind
what I've carried on for ages
now It's for me to decide
what comes and what goes
is always such hard thing to take
but I've learned to just breath
as we drift to the stars
I was going to keep it to myself
but this part seems
to need to be said
don't talk to strangers
don't tell them how you feel
just smile wide as you walk by
to let them know that you are their friend
they will thank you someday
for not taking offense
to their strangness
---
added: 12:02am 4-29-06
Brutal honesty in public communications with strangers and semi-friends. What is that? Seriously. Any of you that has received a message or a comment from me has a received or read something that's just flatout blatant self-exposeur. I might as well have dropped my pants in front of you. I don't know that I'll stop. I don't know that I can. I suppose it's just who I am. It says,"Fuck it, this is me, accept me or not," ya know. What the fuck else could I do, how's the weather. Who's your favorite team? Maybe I could ask what great ideas you have that you really want everyone to know about. That's what I want to know. I already know who you are. You are me. We are each other. But what I don't know is what you think about being you and being anything at all.
Yeah, this should have been a new entry but I am have an ego. I want people to read the poem above. I want your praise. That smiling face over there...it's hard to keep it smiling. It needs encouragement, though no encouragement should be necessary. Life gets good when you make it good. I must say, lately, things have been surprisingly well. the universe is showing me what I need to see inorder to learn to see all the parts that I am still blind to (including how not to end this sentence in a preposition).
What scares the hell out of me and what I want most of all is to accept and make use of the fact that my life is my own. How I live my life is my will. My will is strong, despite my inability to realize how I weild it. It will only get stronger as I come to know it.
I share because it's who I make myself out to be.
it's not that far from here to the dawn
but in the darkness
I feel it strong
it's like all of the pretty things
that make me want to cry
with all of their loveliness
and strings tied tight
to contain their strangeness
I am on high
feeling for the clouds
but they slip on by
in the night
with my hands
grasping at the air
I want to go where
the sounds of tomorrow rain
I want to fly
through the dreams
that make people sing about
love and maybe this time
I want be so far
away from here
it's not that I want to forget
because there's too much time for that
it all just paints the day
some colors that smear and drip
on the floor
don't look down,
you'll get lost along the way
in all those patterns
that make the day
Well the moon is almost gone,
and the sun will rise again
tomorrow becomes today
and I begin again.
like rain drops turning into light
but on this new day
the answer I fear
is what to leave behind
what I've carried on for ages
now It's for me to decide
what comes and what goes
is always such hard thing to take
but I've learned to just breath
as we drift to the stars
I was going to keep it to myself
but this part seems
to need to be said
don't talk to strangers
don't tell them how you feel
just smile wide as you walk by
to let them know that you are their friend
they will thank you someday
for not taking offense
to their strangness
---
added: 12:02am 4-29-06
Brutal honesty in public communications with strangers and semi-friends. What is that? Seriously. Any of you that has received a message or a comment from me has a received or read something that's just flatout blatant self-exposeur. I might as well have dropped my pants in front of you. I don't know that I'll stop. I don't know that I can. I suppose it's just who I am. It says,"Fuck it, this is me, accept me or not," ya know. What the fuck else could I do, how's the weather. Who's your favorite team? Maybe I could ask what great ideas you have that you really want everyone to know about. That's what I want to know. I already know who you are. You are me. We are each other. But what I don't know is what you think about being you and being anything at all.
Yeah, this should have been a new entry but I am have an ego. I want people to read the poem above. I want your praise. That smiling face over there...it's hard to keep it smiling. It needs encouragement, though no encouragement should be necessary. Life gets good when you make it good. I must say, lately, things have been surprisingly well. the universe is showing me what I need to see inorder to learn to see all the parts that I am still blind to (including how not to end this sentence in a preposition).
What scares the hell out of me and what I want most of all is to accept and make use of the fact that my life is my own. How I live my life is my will. My will is strong, despite my inability to realize how I weild it. It will only get stronger as I come to know it.
I share because it's who I make myself out to be.
Your a very fucking good writer. And artist.