“For all these songs speak of love. But they all sound the same. One for hate. One for loss. One for passion. And the names go on. Then will we tire of words? Or better yet, our emotions?” I like songs that have good choruses. But if it doesn’t…or has a pointless succession of words… [Read more…]
January 12, 2011
The world is an endless barrage. Showing that our time should be within the consuming desire to have, to cling to things that makes us more human. When everyone knows that all we have is this minute. But that’s a terrible idea. We couldn’t possibly be withholding from ourselves… could we? Spreading the idea… [Read more…]
August 26, 2010
The man was bitter. All the years of these wars and damaged battles has taken its toll. Another morning outside a coffeehouse, just another newspaper. As he glances heavily at “hippies” and soft hearted people, he doesn’t want to know them. Much rather, he wants to be left alone. With his paper and etched on… [Read more…]
June 28, 2010
I go to sleep without the idea that I may never wake up again. Not thinking about the belief that today will be my last. Everything tells me my home is never meant to be everlasting or even an understanding of a mans home with a roof, but a place where I feel alive and… [Read more…]
June 9, 2010
Pastry allegories aside. I really do love me a mean piece of pie. That being said, I’m pretty good at serving myself different forms of “humble pie”. Yep, time and time again, I find myself being a beaten man by my own loathing remarks of self doubt. And I always wonder how others hold up… [Read more…]
June 6, 2010
I have moments where I’m aware of just how crazy odd I am. Usually, those times have something to do with myself in the context of how weird I get when I’m talking about my writing to someone. I get a bit uncomfortable, start shifting my weight from side to side, and start furtively glancing… [Read more…]
April 28, 2010
I’ve always known myself to be a force of bottled up desire. Or even pent up emotions hidden away even from my family. When I deal with my own things, I tend to deal with it on my own. Emotional and spiritually, usually. I like to quitely deal with my disasters of the heart, rather… [Read more…]
March 24, 2010
I’m pretty sure we all know the extent of all material possessions isn’t filled with real beauty. I look at these clothes, ones I may or may not have, and I don’t think any original beautiful thoughts. Really only wants, and glamorous selfish desires. I stink of it. So very much. I can be very… [Read more…]
March 17, 2010
They come and they go, but the good ones stay with you forever. I picture myself ruling lands, saving women, running over hills, and having terrific super powers. At one point, or another, these images progress in my mind as I sleep. Then the hour comes when I have to wake up. My eyes letting… [Read more…]
January 29, 2010
I always keep thinking that maybe we’re all just completely lost. We keep losing ourselves in the sense of what our time and measure should be. Like what do you love doing? What makes you thrilled with the excitement and the adventure to live? I keep forgetting that God provides no matter the condition of… [Read more…]
February 22, 2011
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