Romeo:    "O brawling love! O loving hate!
                  O anything, of nothing first create!"

Shakespeare (Romeo And Juliet)

Own

His voice coincides with passion
How a taste of his words would fulfill.
His comedic sense of lashing
Still heaven provides no will.

Poetically spiraling
Although he leaves no trace.
Gone before the cast is set
The sea moves no pace.

Ah me, mistaken for lost
Yet now I find myself ease.
Togetherness with those words
Would immune us from a peace.

(For peace, it grows tired
Of simply being good.
That we must be opinionated
A question what we should.)

His voice, how it coincides with mine
The soul of a shot
For it would be a shame
If we kept pattern
In this world of not.

ER

Two Cents.

"Illusions: The Adventures Of A Reluctant Messiah" by Richard Bach is a book that everyone should read. I encourage anyone who invests their time in reading to pick this up.

"He who doubts in what he sees,
Will ne'er believe do what you please"

William Blake

Musicish

Honeybee - Stream Powered Giraffe

 

Oh, Turpentine erase me whole

I don't want to live my life alone
I was waiting for you all my life
Oh

Why

 

 

 

 

 

(Just listen, my god. The harmonies. Very talented band and completely entertaining.)

Weathering

 

 

It is dark where I am sitting, but my window is open. It's kind of funny how you don't notice that it's dark until the sun is gone. I am speaking literally though.

Ah, the rain and the clouds picked a perfect day to become friends again.

 

Look at the pavement of the suburbs. It's beautiful.

 

It's only important to me because I've had a conversation and he said "I think I could live anywhere because I can find beauty in everything" Maybe it sounds a little self absorbed but it was not. It was simple and free speaking. And the suburbs are where I'm at, and it just became beautiful.

The Falling

The fantastic structure of evaporation
A consumption on a level of innocence devouring a self
How swiftly it drops!
The exaggerated feeling of intense fear
Rarely a device of obscurity
Rather, air rushes to split your skin
As well as it steals the air from your blood
The falling
Is not in controversy, but in suspicion.

Reading List

For The Time Being - Annie Dillard
Glass Castle - Jeanette Walls
The Shining - Stephen King
On The Road - Jack Kerouac

"The immense hazard and the immense blindness of the world are only an illusion"

Teilhard de Chardin

This is a fine life, I am doing fine things.

And all I feel is like I'm banging my head against the wall
consistently.

Everything falls slowly so that I can feel it in every instance
of my being.

And my head hurts only because there's nothing to
remember.

I'm not going to lie, I still love him, but he's already got a passion,
and who am I to destroy it?

You are the sun and the stars
I am the moon and the comets.
And we can be happy.

And you sit, and you wait;
Oh, what a horrific mistake!

Music Stuff

Steal His Heart - Emily And The Woods...

The Yesterdays

Result of my missing is a long decent of my own intuition. These regrets and decisions that only the fondness for sadness pulls out of me. My head hurts, I feel sick and every inch of my body sinks into the floor. The headaches, the long lost thirst is just carried on from repeated days of repeated misunderstandings. Every word spoken was indirectly a fault of mine. And I, who am those faults, am stricken down again. Even in my unfortunate youth am I the depiction of the desperate. Not one of pleading useless causes, but of one that I felt I could possess but was proven wrong yet again.
Because I am not the one he loves.

"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”  

William Shakespeare  (Macbeth)

Amend

Oh my love, tell me something that I want to hear
It could be a lie, just make it feel sincere.

"They do not love one another
because they do not love themselves"


Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse Five)

I want you..

(Beatles)

Song

"With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
   And Phoebus fir'd by vocal range;
He caught me in his silken net,
   And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,
   Then, laughs, sports and plays with me;
The stretches out my golden wing,
   And mocks my loss liberty"

(A portion of) "Song" William Blake

Precedence

The meaning behind intent lies
Within the purpose of our lies
And to purpose yourself in relevance
To your individual consent
Your consent be given, be true to speech
For it’s an ally of defeat
Be courteous to the augury of life
It holds a knife for applying strife
And depending on your point of view
You might manage to be a distasteful few
Who care not of life in pursuit of trust
That nothing lies after dust

ER

Voices

"You know that ringing sound that you will perceive when you are in a very quiet area? Some people say this is an auditory-illusion brought about the ear’s inability to detect frequencies below the threshold of the human senses. This is completely wrong. That ringing covers up something else altogether. If you are quick, patient, and maybe a little lucky, you will be able to hear past the ringing. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice, you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are saying. You will hear things of the past, the present, and the future. However, you must be careful. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body.

And when you start noticing them, they will start noticing you. "

-- http://voices.pen.io/

THE laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
Their deeds I judge and much condemn,
Yet when did I make laws for them?
Please yourselves, say I , and they
Need only look the other way.
But no, they will not; they must still
Wrest their neighbour to their will,
And make me dance as they desire
With jail and gallows and hell-fire.
And how am I to face the odds
Of man’s bedevilment and God’s?
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made.
They will be master, right or wrong;
Though both are foolish, both are strong.
And since, my soul, we cannot fly
To Saturn nor to Mercury,
Keep we must, if keep we can,
These foreign laws of God and man.

A.E. Housman

Perspective

The only thing universally given is death. Emotions come and go are felt and repented, yet death is a common thresh hold. No matter the beliefs on what is after, the existence of heaven or hell, etc, the end of life is prevalent. The why or the how does not defeat the what.

These months have been an upsetting desire for love and I don't know what to do

She sat in silence her whole life through
Waiting for something of interest to do
It hit her then in a bang, in a flash!
What she was waiting for was coming at last
She sat still and quiet as it was coming her way
But her smile turned flat as she walked away
For the thing that she was excited to do
Was the opposite of fun and made her quite blue
In time, she realized why it was such a mess
For when you do nothing but wait, the answer's a guess
So when you want something fun and new to do
Find it yourself to find something true
You'll get what you need in whichever way
As long as you try as hard as you play