It sorta sucks when you get to that point in your life when you can openly acknowledge you were smarter, and more promising back when you were a kid. Like…”OH YEAHHHH…MIDDLE SCHOOL. I WAS SO FUCKING SMART BACK THEN.”
Enter puberty.
“FUCK READING. I WANNA BE IN A ROCKBAND.”
(Enter modern day)
“FUCK READING. I WANNA BE IN A ROCKBAND.”
And so, Patrick hardly progressed since he started high school…a decade ago.
But what of this dark, young winter brew?
For she hath known the thoughts of whom
The falcon’s eye saw deepest through
Yet know he not but in a flash
He’d love her now then watch her dash
Down steps toward a future rash
Yet canst thou listen to my words
Upon the breeze, brought from the birds
Trampled ‘neath the might of herds
Hear me now; partake this tome
Grasp it tight on your way home
No not why thou shalt be alone…
For thy cannot be for much longer.
There’s a torch burning on a stone in front of an old church.
How can I feel its warmth when I’m standing far away?
Moss and vines strangle the old stone
Wrapping their way to the top, but not yet reaching
The flames dance defiantly against the air they ignite
Flame? Flames? Plurality on this torch? Looks as one to me.
Last night, I had a dream I was a father. I was playing with my daughter. I was asking her if she loved Daddy, and she said yes. I’d ask “really?” or something like that, and she’d say “yes,” and I’d keep repeating that because I liked hearing it. Then she messed with me and said “no,” so I tickled her and she laughed… She was so beautiful; she had dark skin and smiled a lot.
A couple nights ago, I woke up at 5 am to the sound of my father calling my name, but we’re in different cities. I woke up with my hand on my heart gasping, staring straight in front of me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xTcLrTabS4
Don’t start reading until you’ve clicked that link and started listening to “Bold as Love” by Jimi Hendrix. You ever listen to a song and, all of a sudden, you start thinking of some old memory, or maybe you start visualizing an image or a scene in your head that goes along perfectly with what you’re hearing?
Toward the end of this song, I just closed my eyes, and I had this pretty vivid image of being in the passenger seat of a pickup truck cruising down a country road on a stormy day back in the 1960′s.
Hendrix is just firing barrages of cosmic love from wherever our consciousness goes when our bodies die.
No, it’s not a cold shoulder. It’s a numb tongue. It’s a dead brain. “Mannn, I needa learn how to hold a conversation.”
All of my brain’s beautiful little perceptions of isolated events that coalesce into a beautiful big timeline of positives that I (still my brain) play before sleep to remind me that YEAH YOU KNOW THAT YOU HAVE IT GO MAN GO! Next day it’s back to “not in Hell.”
See, I usually don’t have to think about what I’m gonna say. I just spew it out faster than I think. It’s a pretty handy gift around my friends when I’m trying to be funny and witty. Whatever part of my brain that is utilized for such occasions goes dormant when I need it the most. I just run outta anything to say before I even say anything, so we end up just sitting there together, watching something, laughing at someone else’s loud conversation, or just staring off into space.
I’m adrift on a gentle ocean swell. My lungs are full of the night air. My skin shines with moonlight. The universe is in me. A single rain drop falls on my eyebrow, and dribbles down my cheek to my lips. I savor the salty taste. My eyes are shut. There’s music in my head. I am less real. Goosebumps spread throughout my body, first on my arms and shoulder blades, then down my back, and across my scalp. A grin spreads across my face. A little tear wells up in one of my eyes. I let out a sigh of relief.
She sees me.
The mind is blank, but the heart is full.
I sure hope I look real cool.
Just look at them gaze.
They all think I’m gay.
I must be
To be this lucky
My consciousness hovers a bit above
Not unlike God’s little dove
HAHAHAHA look at me pour on the love
What? Me? But it’ll just be —- us!
Do I look like a deer staring down a bus?
Because I feel like one. Hang on!
Swagger: ON Fear: GONE
Ok, let’s do this!
swaggerswaggerswaggerswagger
FUCK I regret calling peoplewhoknowhowtodothis gay
Ummm, ok, check it out. I gotta do more than sway.
Uhhh, here, follow me. We’ll go this way.
Fuck, this looks lame. Gotta change up the game.
Check us. We’re one entity. >=O!!
My mind is suffering from accelerated entropy.
Ask me my name, I’ll give you a number.
The things I want to say get dumb and dumber
Aiight, mouth shut. This isn’t so bad.
GOD I LOVE YOU STAY RIGHT HERE
Chill out, Cowboy. They still think you’re cweer.
Someone’s gonna kick my ass for this.
HEY! I DIDN’T EVEN ASK FOR THIS BLISS!
Annnnnnndddd
moodshift
I’m smiling, but my reflection is dark
I’m all alone in this empty park
One hand on the wheel, the other in the past
Some parts of my life slip by way too fast
If I close my eyes I see that night
And I’ll get lost in third-eye sight
And I’ll say ”I’m open to suggestions”
To the ghosts of my reflections
Last night remains just that.
