life is an independent video, shot by an idiot, full of sound and fury. Signifying nothing.
it originated in Hamlet, which blessed the world with a plethora of amazing quotes and pithy observations on life. Faulkner became smitten and stole one of the lines in the play and used It as the title to his great masterpiece The sound and the fury and then some weird little art house freaks picked it up and used that as the description of their upcoming movie and then this idiot used it to waste time until his Russian arrives for their lunch date. until then this idiot shall drink his coffee and write more about nothing.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
trash
Its all a dream I keep telling myself.
Tomorrow I’ll wake.
So all of this pain makes no difference.
Tomorrow I’ll wake.
But its not a dream
everyone keeps telling me;
Time will take care of all of this.
I just want to kill the night.
I take a deep breath and feel the air in my chest,
And the warm blood in my veins.
but i still feel dead.
it makes no difference.
all my words will never be heard.
my words are land mines in my own mind.
theres to many questions and not enough answers.
so i tell you all my intimate secrets and fears
when you lay under the warm embrace of sleep.
i tell you everything i wish i had the courage to tell you
when you are awake.
Soon the sun will rise.
And all I have done is seen you sleep.
I just need to close my eyes.
Is it worth me trying?
That’s what I keep asking myself.
Tomorrow I’ll wake.
So all of this pain makes no difference.
Tomorrow I’ll wake.
But its not a dream
everyone keeps telling me;
Time will take care of all of this.
I just want to kill the night.
I take a deep breath and feel the air in my chest,
And the warm blood in my veins.
but i still feel dead.
it makes no difference.
all my words will never be heard.
my words are land mines in my own mind.
theres to many questions and not enough answers.
so i tell you all my intimate secrets and fears
when you lay under the warm embrace of sleep.
i tell you everything i wish i had the courage to tell you
when you are awake.
Soon the sun will rise.
And all I have done is seen you sleep.
I just need to close my eyes.
Is it worth me trying?
That’s what I keep asking myself.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
there are certain colors in the stained glass window that are dull
in those dull colors light peeks through
the light of the universe.
let go.
hold on.
remember why.
hold on tighter.
but wait, here is a thought for you
when you close your eyes,
do you die?
or does the world?
and when you open your eyes
who is born again?
perfection is rare
but there are few who have it
and even fewer who are able to hold on to it
perfection is fleeting.
many things in this world are fleeting
this soul is fleeting
will you notice ?
once its...
in those dull colors light peeks through
the light of the universe.
let go.
hold on.
remember why.
hold on tighter.
but wait, here is a thought for you
when you close your eyes,
do you die?
or does the world?
and when you open your eyes
who is born again?
perfection is rare
but there are few who have it
and even fewer who are able to hold on to it
perfection is fleeting.
many things in this world are fleeting
this soul is fleeting
will you notice ?
once its...
The lonely moon
will you lend me your fathers small fishing boat?
yes, of course i will. but why do you need it?
i need it in order to sail out to where the moon is closest to the ocean.
and why would you want to sail to such a silly place?
im going to lasso the lonely moon...for you. then i can take us both up there where we could have a lovely picnic, and i will grab some moon flowers for you. then maybe i can tell you everything. tell you how my heart longs for you. tell you that everything i want i found in your eyes. then will climb back down, sail back to shore and go our seperete ways untill the next time. i lasso the moon... for you. and who knows... maybe one day will be married, and everytime the day turns inside out to revel the stars...we can look up to where we first feel in love
the innocent words of the boy touched the young girls heart so much that she lent her fathers fishing boat to the boy. she told him that he would never find where the moon meets the ocean for many people have tried before and failed. but the young boy was sure he could find it. he had to try. for this is the only way he thought she would ever be able to love him. he didnt have to many possessions in this world and the meager one's he had he couldn't give to such an angel who stepped out of a dream. the boy knew well that she could never really love him the way he loved her. but as long as she would spend one day with him on the lonely moon... he would be able to die happy in his paupers grave. so off he went and he promised her that he would return as soon as he found the lonely moon.
many years went by and no one had heard from the boy. many simply assumed that he was lost at sea or simply died in his own ocean of emotions. the once young girl had grown old and her memory of the boy had faded long ago until one day when she was walking near the shore that she noticed a small boat that her granddaughter had pointed out to her. there it was, her fathers old fishing boat, beaten and withered by time it looked like an ancient relic from another world. there she stood for a good time looking at her childhood summed up in the form of a small fishing boat. her granddaughter walked up to it and then called for her grandmother.
she walked up to the ancient relic and began to shed soft tears for what she saw. inside the boat was a single flower.. a single flower from the lonely moon.
yes, of course i will. but why do you need it?
i need it in order to sail out to where the moon is closest to the ocean.
and why would you want to sail to such a silly place?
im going to lasso the lonely moon...for you. then i can take us both up there where we could have a lovely picnic, and i will grab some moon flowers for you. then maybe i can tell you everything. tell you how my heart longs for you. tell you that everything i want i found in your eyes. then will climb back down, sail back to shore and go our seperete ways untill the next time. i lasso the moon... for you. and who knows... maybe one day will be married, and everytime the day turns inside out to revel the stars...we can look up to where we first feel in love
the innocent words of the boy touched the young girls heart so much that she lent her fathers fishing boat to the boy. she told him that he would never find where the moon meets the ocean for many people have tried before and failed. but the young boy was sure he could find it. he had to try. for this is the only way he thought she would ever be able to love him. he didnt have to many possessions in this world and the meager one's he had he couldn't give to such an angel who stepped out of a dream. the boy knew well that she could never really love him the way he loved her. but as long as she would spend one day with him on the lonely moon... he would be able to die happy in his paupers grave. so off he went and he promised her that he would return as soon as he found the lonely moon.
many years went by and no one had heard from the boy. many simply assumed that he was lost at sea or simply died in his own ocean of emotions. the once young girl had grown old and her memory of the boy had faded long ago until one day when she was walking near the shore that she noticed a small boat that her granddaughter had pointed out to her. there it was, her fathers old fishing boat, beaten and withered by time it looked like an ancient relic from another world. there she stood for a good time looking at her childhood summed up in the form of a small fishing boat. her granddaughter walked up to it and then called for her grandmother.
she walked up to the ancient relic and began to shed soft tears for what she saw. inside the boat was a single flower.. a single flower from the lonely moon.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
liquid sunshine and the foolish moon
breath in the fire.
pour in the sunshine.
and let the moon make fools.
oh how i adored my intoxicated state. falling asleep at 4 in the morning with my beautiful Russian lover who hates me only to wake up next to her around eight to begin drinking Holden's favorite drink and falling madly in love with her all over again. sigh. to tired to write.
pour in the sunshine.
and let the moon make fools.
oh how i adored my intoxicated state. falling asleep at 4 in the morning with my beautiful Russian lover who hates me only to wake up next to her around eight to begin drinking Holden's favorite drink and falling madly in love with her all over again. sigh. to tired to write.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
el districto de los perros
there might be some misspelling.
te envié este mensaje porque sé que consegistes mi mensaje de mi corazon solo y lo ignorantes. te envié un mensaje ayer, "que sucedido" yo mi dije, pero tu estabas muy acupada mensajería todos otro incluso para decir hola. oh cómo mi corazón sangra. ¿usted no ama's la vida poética?
te envié este mensaje porque sé que consegistes mi mensaje de mi corazon solo y lo ignorantes. te envié un mensaje ayer, "que sucedido" yo mi dije, pero tu estabas muy acupada mensajería todos otro incluso para decir hola. oh cómo mi corazón sangra. ¿usted no ama's la vida poética?
Monday, March 3, 2008
...
life is a lot like "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams, if you spend to much time dwelling on the meaning, you miss the entire metaphor. You cant dwell upon it or else all you get is frustrated. Sometimes we just have to stop for a moment, and not overlook the red wheel barrel. Just stop and be in the moment.
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