Literature

16112008 – this is how it is…

Isnt it pale in comparison to life?

Im running down crowded streets looking for an answer. Im hungry.

I cant quite touch.

Im a force thrilling to see the green painted canvas of people and trees.

Im taller than I need to be.

Find out why.

Sometimes I walk and talk and sing a song to people also walking away to another day in the life of adam and alice. Gong brought me a. Burritos are really. Good times always are. Nice to be full of answers to. Things are not as they. Seem to be a taller wall to climb over. And under an apple. Trees are good for. The world is. Round and round it goes until it stops on a. Dimes and nickels are. Silver and gold. Chains on. Your tires are. Black and brown and. Blue is the colour of the sky. Highs and lows are needed to find the path of walking and taking to people who also walk and talk and sing songs to people.

I run down the path that lay in front of me.  Its dark and I cannot see where I am going, not that it would matter anyway. Im detached. Im not a mop but I am definitely a broom. Its still dark.

We staple ourselves to ourselves then try and run away. The dirt is hard and cold but the fire is hot. The sense of time and energy into time is so fascinating. To know you live many different stages within a lifetime is crazy. Don’t fall down.

Im the same person with many different haircuts. It’s the same yellow lines but a much different road. Its such a foreign concept.




A Conversation Between Friends

John says, "Sometimes I think about the days and nights and the difference between them. These thoughts I wield defensively roll off of my wet fingertips as I walk into the wilderness. The thoughts capture what my heart feels, sometimes, but not always. And the mic never seems to understand what Im saying when Im not talking. Talking is so primitive anyway, with the new age of silence and all."

Paul says, "How is that even possible? How is that even understandable? How is that even realistic to someone pretending to be themselves? Flowing from nothing comes something and everything comes from nothing. Can you imagine nothing and not being a part of it? Can you imagine not having an imagination? Would that even be imagining? How much would you have to understand to be understanding? Can someone be everywhere? Can everyone be nowhere?"

George says, "How can words be sung to in the darkness of silence? Can people really hear the sounds as they lay asleep, driven to the edge of life and all that comes before it. I step carefully thru the ignorance each day waiting, walking, wondering. With each step opens a new idea to become. A new hope will pull itself from the ruins only to be over-shadowed by something easier to consume. Efficiency is the disease that will destroy us all and no one will hear it coming."

Ringo says, "Emptiness lay at our feet, and we arent wearing shoes. Bleeding out our emotions will not make us stronger, people are such fools when dealing with things of this nature. Walking, climbing, sitting, dancing, you must know how to lead when no one is following. You must also know that any destination is the right one. How will anyone ever win with such a bad taste for victory."




GREAT

Where am I? Where have I been? Where am I going?

What am I? What was I? What will I be?

True pain is seeded deep with the potentials of the world, the endless possibilities that have ended. Conceptual thoughts exist because they are just that, thoughts. How many years of leaves will need to fall from the trees and how many new years days will I need to walk through before its ok? Will it ever be ok? What is ok?

Something is connected so deep inside of what can only be described as a soul and its connection reaches far through the years. How can the distance grow to such great distances yet the image remain so clear and true? Memories that I cling to remind me of what once was, how it was, and who was. Will I ever forget the smile? Will I ever forget washing dishes? Will I ever forget what "Jane said?"




Trapped

It's not desperation but maybe anticipation like when you hold your breath to the last possible second before evacuating the trapped air.

Boredom is your brain dying slowly so to answer your rather rhetorical question yes, you are bored.  Boredom is a condition though and if not attended to it will cause you to feel depression and different forms of anxiety.  The treatment for boredom isn't a drug but the answer comes from the same place the question resides.  Creativity at any level will sear any used up feelings or situations but this isn't what you were talking about.  Sometimes in life we may become stagnant with life's quotidian chores and with good reason.  Are we here to deal with things in a strategic fashion, counting our "blessings" as what some appear to be without?  Are we here to function simply as best we can with what we are given?  To get correct answers you must first ask the right questions.  The truth is we are here without facts or fiction, without truth or cause, without any reference to anything ever laid before us other than a few stories that live so far from the actual truth that it confuses more than it clarifies.  This same formula can be efficiently applied to many different "parts" of life.  Forget what you have been told from youth.  Throw it all away because it's someone else's garbage.  This isn't science or history, it's so much more, it's life.  Now without these chains that held you down, supposedly guiding you with imaginary values and false morals, which direction do you choose?  Life is taken for granted on so many levels.  You hear it often, "live each day as if it were your last" but if you knew you only had an undefined amount of time would you have done the duties you did today?  Each moment you are growing and becoming a whole new person but how much of a different person is entirely up to you.  With that said so is everyone else around you including the ones you love the most.  Some live one life within their lifetime and what do they have in the end?  Their legacy?  No, someone else's legacy that has been handed down from past to present.  Can anyone even be sure someone actually choose these things or was fear installed as the heart of love?  The heart of love is so many different things but the one thing it isn't is fear.  And how can anyone honestly say they carry the same feelings, opinions, and ideas throughout their life?  Should you force yourself back onto a road you once traveled?  I choose to start my life over every day.  I carry only a handful of feelings and a pocketful of memories from moment to moment and will turn in any given direction depending on what my next breath brings.  The one true enemy you have is fear.  Don't cheat yourself by making decisions based on what you are afraid of.  Fear encompasses life so whatever direction you choose will be towards the source.  My advice to you is to put down the torch handed to you by society, history, or whomever, pick up your ipod, and BE AFRAID.  It's your life so stand up and live it.