"blank"

rollling...rolling....
stop...
sign on the road...
detour...
turn left here...turn left there...
right turn back there...
right turn missed...
write down emotions...
watch the ocean shift
back and forth
on the sand
off the sand
time moves on...
rolling...
backwards it goes...
fall into ditch
nothing to help.
pieces fall
pieces dissapear
leaves fall
winter comes
winter leaves..
spring sneezes
summer wind blows
season sings so long
summer leaves string splinters...
fall rejoins..
presence dissapears
nothing left..
left alone..
rightly missed...
missing...
days go by...
change lives on...
walking through.
difference apparent..
eyesight assurance
patience examined
run
walk
crawl
birth
death
crawl
walk
run
motion through energy
emotion is born
plastic vision
passion incision
celebration creation
recreationism
oral harmonic
audio harmony
radio interpretation
quisite thought
live...
dream..
do...

EnD...

frenz.

do you know who your friends are?
i don't mean their name and age.
or their favorite color and food.
fuck all of that. do you really know?
if you were blind would you be able to find your friends?
do you know them deeper than skin deep?
can you feel their heart beat when you aren't even near them?
can you see their faces if you try and imagine them?
when's the last time you really looked at your friends?
have you seen the imperfections in their faces?
have you experienced the imperfections of their being?
no use in hiding it, we all have imperfections.
have you ever noticed how unique your friends are?
how about your enemies? do you know them?
you probably know them better than your friends.
if we all payed closer attention to our surroundings...
we might, just might, be able to recognize love.
because if we can recognize our friends and everything about them...
then we have just recognized love; love your friends, through thick and thin.
it may sound corny or cliche, but fuck it, i am corny and cliche.

"have you tasted love?"

my astronomy teacher asked "how do you know something isn't real?" [in regards to the scientific method and how it has to be repeatable and whatnot] and he claims he has an 8ft pink dragon named harvey. he asked us how we knew it wasn't true...and someone mentioned how you can't use your five senses to know of harvey's existence...but then our teacher, of course playing devil's advocate to make us think harder, asked the class, "have you seen an atom? how do you know it exists if you haven't touched an atom?"...and then he said,

"have you tasted love?"

now if love were a wine
it's no wonder i was drunk all this time
and yes, i would've been able to taste love
if love were a wine, that is.

but love...
exists.
i'm sure.
now it's a matter of proving it.
can i see it?
of course.
engraved in wedding bands
intertwined between fingers
the twinkle in the eyes
crinkled smiles
can i touch it?
can it be repeated?
sure...if you're ready to do such an experiment...
and be ready for possible reactions
whether the outcome is pleasant or horrific
all depends on whom the subject of "love" is
choose your test subjects wisely
what variable would you control?
can you control it at all?
is...love controllable?
is there one variable that you can change
and simply know if love is the reason for
this or that
him or her
me and him
him and her
...me and who?

...if i knew how to control love...
if i knew...

a cats tale.. ("Slow")

There once was a cat who lived a slow life..
Although, there was places he surely wanted to go and visit, he really enjoyed where he lived. His dream was to head east towards the sun. Every day he sat on top the roof of his home and watched the cars pass by. The cars that he simply envied, drove away into the horizon where the sun would emerge from each day.

When the days came to end, he watched the cars swiftly hurry to its destination. The cat wished he could go but was somehow too attached to the home he grew accustomed with.

One night the cat stayed on the rooftop and sat there thinking under the moonlight. While talking to himself, he met a bird who over heard him.
They became good friends and exchanged stories. The cat enjoyed the bird's stories of traveling and was very fond of the bird's color. The bird had Silver feathers and it glistened every time they talked under the sun or moonlight.

It came to the day where the bird and the cat had to part ways for a while.
The cat met other friends but couldnt forget the silver feathers. As the cat lived on, he slowly began to change color. The color that he liked so much finally became part of him. He was happy about his silver fur and suprised it turned out so great and shiny.

But, one day the bird flew back to pay a visit to the cat. To the cat's suprise the bird which he knew had also changed color. The color had changed from a shining silver to a dull black and brown. The bird explained why its feathers had changed and simply stated that it was the cause from all the traveling it had done and all the colors it had seen.

The cat and the bird exchanged their last stories and gave each other their final goodbyes. The bird was never seen again but the cat always kept its silver fur. As he sat on top his roof top one morning watching the cars, one had stopped along side of the road. He thought for a quick minute and then leaped from his rooftop and headed towards the car. The car opened its doors and welcomed the cat in, it then drove off into the distance until it was out of sight.

No one ever saw the cat again. Some say that he went in search of the sun.

and now today...many have tried to adapt and understand the story, but are only left with a dull gray. all have simply failed to obtain the shine and glow of the silver which they seek.







If there is one thing you should learn about this story

its that...

....i hate it





cuz i hate cats...

EnD

title one

instantaneous spasm of the heart and mind
seizing of the inner dwellings of mine
brain freeze thawing slowly
and silhouettes of the many holy
men and women i begin to imagine
lifting my spirits and pullin' my slack in
ancestral flash of a life gone past
missing out happens way too fast
lashing out happens in a flash
passing out after just a dash

my mind is ecclectic
thoughts are electric
ideas too cliche
but i'm doing okay
forcing these words
as an outlet for sure
it strains my mind's eye
and when my spirit cries
my ideals will flow out
and i'll lose this bout.

i don't even know what goes on anymore
caught in between love and this fucking locked door...

eromynawonktnodi

fresh feelings
of fiending to find flavors to define future self
race through the mind like hearts do
just as they slowly creep to beatbox of
another
noticing my development seems
arrested i feel
a change is
long overdue
each breath spells out a self
tradition laced in contradiction
hoping i can maintain some sense of balance to
experience the true nature of growth, but
i don't know which direction will
allow
me to find pieces of peace because so
often i'm
so confused with the pieces of me, on
quest to become more intelligent, i'm hella quick to go dumb
unique in my speech, but similar in my actions
earthbound being just wanting to get high
do i really just want to say fuck it
and allow nature to take its course or does
time
escalate too quickly for
me to not maintain some sense of control?
pressured by monotomy, my dichotomy
leaves me feeling
a little empty like nothing
nada
zilch
and quite frankly that unsettles me
,
as the lungs rise like the sun to
breathe in
respiration allows me to see how much i'm inspired by
existence
appreciation of god's design uplifts my arms
to the sky where dreams
hover just in within reach to teach
one about self
fresh feelings of
fiending to find flavors to define future self
relinquish control of my being
each time i breathe in
so i stop, pause, focus
halfway between earth
and the heavens
inhale to exhale
respire to inspire infinite growth

his way

now i know he was a sweet talker
that was obvious
and it's no secret as to how he got his way
...with me.

maybe it's just me
but i'm sick and tired of falling for that guy
just cuz he has a way with words
slick tongue
smooth moves

all sincerity lost
not genuine at all
i'm so sick of a man that just knows when the timing is right
confuse me with the words
that contradict his gestures

lips move that he cares for me
while his eyes stare past me

in a way
i hated his way
...with words.

i felt like an idiot
at the end of it
when it ended
feeling struck down
and so much of a fool
falling for those tired old words again
he knew just how to pull me back
when i was so ready to leave...

and i found a way
to let it get to me
to start playing his game again
and begin as a loser
from start to finish
the struggle was unnecessary
we both knew how it ended
he told me the story already
i had to read between the lines
of his slick tongue
smooth moves
word play

and one day
i'll be so sick of his way
...with words
i won't care to hear him tell me
the end.

FIRST!

from wikipedia.com

By kissing the Blarney Stone at Blarney Castle, it is claimed that one can receive the "Gift of the Gab" (eloquence, or skill at flattery or persuasion). The legend has its roots in the response of the Queen of England, Queen Elizabeth I to Cormac Teige McCarthy's attempt to sweet talk his way out of a sticky situation, during negotiations of the takeover of the Blarney Castle by the occupying English forces. Cormac himself was the King of Munster, living in the Blarney Castle around the 14th century. The stone itself is rumoured to have been created by a witch way back in the middle ages.