Left in One

patterns, cycles
of past into present
repeating itself
again, and again, and again, and again

reverse, circumvent
the promise of staying
inside yourself
once, just once, just once, just once

background noise

you are a product of me
a dream landscape
filled with memories and make-believe
and when we speak our words buttress each other

folding, collapsing, rolling
the motion freezes our thoughts
our eyes meet and narrow
a feeling stands between us, bridging the gap

i stand and realize
all the mistakes i've made count for something
they brought me here
and i belong to you

why should i be afraid of fear?

Help Help

Tell me what I wanna hear
This shits too good to be true
My dear

Tell me lies
Tell me lies, tell me
Tell me lies, tell me

Help me

Storybook keeps from hurting me
You see
Shell of the man from the sea

Tell me lies
Tell me lies, tell me
Tell me lies, tell me

Tell me why
Tell me why, tell me
Tell me why, tell me

Tell me lies...

Help me

Reservoir
Of hate and fear
Invisible
In repair
A hundred thieves
Cast a spell
This is hell

Help me

The man they call my enemy, I've seen his eyes
He looks just like me, a mirror

The more you read, we've been deceived
Everyday it becomes clearer...

Clearer.

Not my enemy.. no, not my enemy..
Don't speak for me. No, not my enemy.

- jeff ament, eddie vedder

tell me

i'll tell you how i feel all right
sundays, into mondays
surrounded

repercussions exist to qualify our emotions
to represent something in the night
introduced to something new
a heat wave of light inside of the fear

absolute, definite
not predetermined in the least
god weeps
for something better than this

heartbeats slowly to this
another lullaby in a heart of bliss
take it outside
for another go round

presence relaxes

i have to write, i have to
to bring out the inner truths
the soft spoken, tissue drenched substance
to feel, and to be, totally alone

bring about a change of heart
turn away from something else
to take heart in the moment

anytime we reckon, we study the lines
to reach out toward love
to cast away our deep ends
and approach a way in time

bring about a change of heart
turn away from something else
to take heart in the moment

i ask myself to listen
to the fragments of silence
to bring about a new thing
to produce just one more smile

and we bring about the new things
and a smile's just a mile

in the dawn that is approaching
we cast a glance that resonates ...

Summer Reading

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski ★★★★★

Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins ★★

For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway ★★★★

Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut ★★★

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce ★★★

Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs ★★★