Sorry I have lost track of my blogging. I have been writing some random stuff for my FB notes. Here they are, I'll get you caught up next time. A lot going on.

April 23, 2009

STUFF

There are no more mountain tops to climb to, only a bunch of little hills. Can you feel the majesty of a hill; is there glory on the summit of a mound of dirt? One time we were climbers. We challenged our souls by traversing the walls and leaping the gaps. Now you get to the top by gathering as many little piles as we can and building a bigger pile, and an even bigger pile, until you built the pile so big you can call it a mountain. You charge up to the peak of your mountain and just as you get a good look out over all the other piles….your pile collapses. Because it’s only a pile of dirt.

Everybody is right and the other guy is wrong and it sure isn’t fair. But who cares? It’s only for arguments sake any way. One guy is a douche and now he is not, so don’t you feel inspired? That guy there may be all right but they pay him way too much. Nobody cares how hard he worked, if he has that much dough he’s a douche.

I have no idea what life and love are all about so I guess I’ll just pretend. Just might be nice to have someone to piss me off when I am old. I do know the damaged, nothing but love for the damaged, especially those who are aware of the damage. This was not what we planned; it’s just how it went down, so we will make the best of our mounds and go on.

May 29, 2009

It Happends Every Night

I am feeling so Tom Waits, so late night smokey room trying to save the world or my life in conversation that is dying to end before the sun comes up. Broken people with dreams they want to forget and memories they can’t remember. These my friend, are the times of character and gratitude in vain. I’m not even sure what happened to me so how can I understand what you are carrying. Play me some more songs. Play me one I have heard a million times but never quite like this. Seduce me with a passion that kicks lust to the vacuum and explodes into laughter. I want to be 5 years old and 16, 23, 32, 87 all at once. Let’s have one more and see what happens, and see what happened.

Militant Indifference

I’ve got stories in my head and a past to create. A future set in stone and a now I can’t explain. There is so much reason but no escape. There is however a ballgame, a song, a woman, a laugh, a scream, and a curiosity of how it all goes down. Rise broken soldier your army marches on the morning sun to battles of mediocrity and grand surrender. They will never sing anthems in your name but you will eat well tonight and live to give up the fight again.

The angels, the demons and the spectators have arrived. All are hopeful for a good clean fight. Nobody wants a blow out. There is no death or glory in that boredom. Back and forth endeavor. An epic reality show for the ages, well scripted and directed.

September 11,2009

Island of Misfit Toys

The only truth comes from words that no one has spoken
The only freedom lies inside the bars of a cage
The only real promise is the one that is broken
That doesn’t bother anyone that’s filled up with rage

So tell me all you’re stories of the nothing that’s happened
Show me all the rain you say has fallen
Remind me of the name of the one who goes by Friend
With all this screaming that you do I can’t hear you calling

You can’t hang your hat on a classification of two
You can keep your secret quite but they still see what you do
They have an island for all the misfit toys

I'll update you on all thats going real soon.