Things I Am Looking Forward To More Than I Am Not Looking Forward To Them
Back for a visit. Hey there, old brain-space.
Things That I Have Put Into My Body In The Past 24 Hours (And Yes, It Is Pissed Off At Me)
Pause for several hours of sleep.
I’m sorry, Michael Pollan.
I’ve relocated (if you hadn’t already figured that out).
Busy, busy, busy.
There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay
I can’t explain why we live this way,
We do it everyday.Preachers on the podium speaking of saints
Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
Old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
You can spend you whole life working for something,
Just to have it taken away
People walk around pushing back their debts
Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets
Talking ’bout nothing, not thinking ’bout death
Every little heartbeat, every little breath
People walk a tight rope on a razor’s edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb, or a bullet, or a pen
Or a thought, or a word, or a sentenceThere ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay
I don’t know why I say the things that I say,
But I say them anywayBut love will come set me free
Love will come set me free, I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
Love will come set my free, yesPrison walls still standing tall
Some things never change at all
Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
Keep building bombs, gonna drop them all
Working young fingers bare to the bone
Breaking your back, make you sell your soul
Like a lung is filled with coal, suffocating slow
The wind blows wild and I may move
But politicians lie and I am not fooled
You don’t need no reason or a three piece suit, to argue the truth
The air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery is stitched into the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and commotion wherever I go
Love, I try to followLove will come set me free
There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay
I can’t explain why we live this way,
We do it everyday.
Sometimes, words just hit me hard.
Feels good to be this excited about a band again.
Kate’s mom: “I asked you what you are doing here”
Kate: “I want to know why you told them what I did to him”
Kate’s mom: “I thought maybe you came because you wanted to say you were sorry”
Kate: “I’m not sorry! He hit you, he treated you like a dog and you –”
Kate’s mom: “You can’t help who you love, Kathryn! And for good or bad, I loved him… and you burned him alive. You turned on the gas and you lit a match. You murdered him in cold blood!”
Kate: “I did it for you.”
Kate’s mom: “What you did, you did for yourself.”
I watched this episode of LOST last week. It sat at the back of my mind for awhile, mostly because it poses an interesting question… can you help who you love? Who was right in principle (aside from that tiny technicality of murder)? Could it really play out that someone you love may not be good for you?
What do you think?
Mother Nature, you are cruel. The outdoors looks as though we are well into the crisp days of autumn, but yet we are somehow still enveloped in 105º temperatures!
I’m heading to Indianapolis after work today to visit this woman.
I’m going to start using my tumblr blog as 90% moblog, 10% tumblelog… so add it to your feed readers and wait with bated breath for new installments of random photos that I will inevitably find hilarious and will cause everyone else to scratch their heads in bewilderment.
These days are busy days.
Breathe In, Breathe Out
Their sleep was deep but not restful. “Take the flower. With your breath it holds enough for one life. You must decide who among the sleeping will awake.
A fragrance emanated from the earth beneath them making the air sweet and intoxicating. Its potion was not to slumber, but to surrender. Most would rather sleep through life than live their dreams.
One would respond to Ayden’s breath. To choose wrongly was to waste the healing essence of the Iris. If he could only know what dreams held them to their sleep. Maven, if he knew, would offer no clue. Not once did he flinch or change his expression as Ayden moved toward Kembr- face to face, mouth to mouth, then breath to breath.
Her eyes opened and she spoke as if she had known this moment a thousand times before,” Is this yet another dream?”
Ayden questioned her as if she had said nothing,” What dream held you?”
“Only that I had been awakened.”
Entry 203/ The Perils of Ayden / Erwin McManus
it’s a really dark season right now.
i am learning to embrace that for what it is.
It’s 7:33pm and I am still at work. The sea of html code in front of me is blurring together, so I thought I’d take a moment to eat a snack, drink some water, and pull something out of the back of my brain to blog about (only because I promised myself I’d actually update in the month of May). Here is some… haiku.
oh i really love
leaving this place when it’s dark
that is sarcasm
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