Just another something on the brain.....

One moment it's a thought of grief,
And the very next the same is humor.
Like an appetite that is being fed.
Just don't stuff yourself 'till you're dead.

Wondering...

If I told you I knew
The secret to life
And it's meaning,
Would you believe me?
And if I were to tell you,
How would you react?
Because I do.
And it is so
Simply complicated.
If given another thought
I might paint the whole world
Black.

Muddy Shoes

To give meaning
To the words I'm screaming
Is asking to much of a simple mind.
For this I'm sure
I will never find the cure
So I'll do my best to be kind.

Love.
Hate.
The first I try to demonstrate
While the later is knocking on my front door.

Nothing matters in this thing
Called Reality
It isn't real
But only for the time being.
So lets pretend
That we are all pretend
And you'll understand
My view and life's appeal.

Next step
Two steps later
My feet are swollen
My head is light
Lost thoughts
Is where they all end up

So tell me baby
Why am I so crazy
When the things I think
I know
I trust
Mean as much
As the mud on my shoes.

Ceiling Talks

My eyes strain as I follow
The shadow spots of lights
Energetic and daring
As they dance across the ceiling
I realize
My eyes are doing the leading
Deceiving
The hum-drum of the fan
I find to be quite calming
The scratch of the pen to paper
Connects us all
Scan through the white
And there you will find the secret
Flash into the vast universe

Gone, Gone, Gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with your crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh

Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Baby won't you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part

- John Mayer

Metacognition

Sitting Alone
Thinking.
Thinking about nothing.
Thinking about everything.
About you, me, no one.
Everyone thinking.
Thinking thinks thoughts of
Thoughtful things.
But it's too deep to swim
In the thoughts of others.
Though,
We do think alike.

New Again

Well, I've decided to continue sharing my thoughts on this blog, though they are entirely different from the previous posts. But I shall leave them as they are poetic in their entirety. I was actually presently surprised when I revisited my little corner of the web and found them. Good times.

Anyways there are some writings of mine I'd like to share.

Furthermore

Taken to the extreme,
All thoughts are evil.
And it's the tea that has
Me playing
Devils advocate.

I have
No answers.
I don't
Ask questions.
There is no secret formula to
Being wise.
Bullshit is inevitable.

So I look at the clock
Do my best to ignore the
Click, Click, Click...
And like the oracle knows,
There is no need to predict
Whats next.

I've come leaps and bounds
Doing my best to evade.
The Adventure's always better
When I lose track of time.
Itself is made. -

Untitled

As the morning birds and midnight crickets
come together in one perfect chorus,
I watch the trees stand awkwardly
In gated communities happy
To be right there.
I become lost in thought
And all the boundaries
Disappear.
My blank mind never fails
To Remind me that there are
No real problems and therefore
I should have
No fear.
Every step henceforth is
New and unpredictable,
Old, comfortable and familiar.
For everything is the same
Yet different in its own respect.
Just as the lost and found at
Any old place can Attest.
A box of joy
A table of sorrows
That I'd rather soon forget.
Small talk with dad
Brings me back from Nebula.
It's in the Nature of all things
And life carries on again. -

Laughing, Winking, Blooming

Stepped out into the night
Backdoor whispers speak
Loud, Truthful, Beautiful.
We drink in the words
That flow just as free
As the alcohol that enticed them
For friends
There can be nothing better

A sense of urgency to spill our souls.

The stars wink at the laughing trees
And the flowers bloom to see
Whats keeping them from slumber.
There we sit,
No shame to be found;
Laughing, Winking, Blooming.

As the night goes on
We continue to offer up our bounty
We continue to share our treasures.
We know tomorrow will come
Bringing us the snapshots of
Tonights main event.
But to us tomorrow doesn't matter

It's not what is said that we
Find most important
But the bond.
Being forged by the
Laughing
Winking
Blooming
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