February 28, 2006

• Her beauty makes my ink blots sublime...

  
  

  Well kiddos, today was definitely one of my best days, but it certainly could be worse.  I just watched "Walk the Line"-The Autobiography of Johnny Cash.  It was really good actually.  I don't have much to say except that the show is in five days, and tomorrow we practice.  I get new strings on my five string on Thursday (instead of today, curses!) so I'll have a five string and a four string on Saturday.  That way, I can play whichever bass I feel comfortable with for that song.  That night is my Poetry Slam, where hopefully I'll win first place and get $2000 for a new bass and amp, which would make the music for Fairwell sound soooo much better.  I have two poems, and I'm debating on which one to read.  This first one I'm definitely going to read on Wednesday night at the Poet's Loft, but for the big one, I dunno.  Help me decide!

  
  

  With Every Picture...

  
  

  With every picture it makes it
  harder to believe, harder to conceive
  the concept of a constant animosity
  that seemed to relieve what was perceived
  as consistant mendacities
  now seen as the eternal philosophy
  that defeats me constantly.
  Never ceasing, never releasing
  its ever increasing death grip at my throat.
  It was murder she wrote.
  And I quote all my drowning dreames in ink
  To think that it was all I had hoped
  and so much less
  so I must confess
  That I've burnt every image
  in the back of my eyes.
  In black and white written all the lies
  that disguise the fights that keep me
  on the lows instead of the highs
  and never forget what it did to me.
  To always remember what I chose to be.
  I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see.
  Because with every picture
  it makes it harder to believe
  With every picture
  it makes it harder
  for me
  to breathe.

  
  

  Remember...

  
  

  This place is peaceful
  A sanctuary between Central & Exchange
  Two streets so appropriately named.
  This place is a "central exchange"
  of thoughts and theories between my peers.
  A place where the pupils of my eyes
  become pupils that see-
  become "pupils" that teach me
  to live, see, breathe.
  I will remember this place always.
  And hopefully when I look back at my journey
  In the course that I study - the course of life
  I'll make an A
  But even if I make a C
  and die knowing I tried my best
  I'll be happy. . .I'll be okay,
  because I'll know that all I failed in life
  are what my eyes did not see
  and thus did not teach me.
  But I guess it's all just a learning phase
  What a maze - this amazing journey!
  But you never walk through existence
  Atleast you never should.
  Remember to crawl and feel the rocks and roots in your hands
  They'll keep you from stumbling in those dark places
  where feet alone cannot guide where you fall and land.
  Young man,
  Remember that the dirt underneath your fingernails
  does not blemish your existence.
  It makes it!
  Whoever told you that life is beautiful did not live life
  because life is not beautiful.
  Life is ugly, and life is scarred, twisted, and blinded
  And so life is not beautiful
  But the experience is.
  So live life knowing that life is to be lived
  not wasted on petty things that will never make a difference
  when all has been done.
  Remember that life is!
  And even the Sun will die
  the moon will shatter.
  The painted stars on this canvas sky will run.
  Remember that the ink blots that are scattered
  in this universe are what makes this world so beautiful.
  Remember that even stars flicker out and fall
  But sometimes the smallest candle will hold its flame
  in even the mighiest of hurricanes.
  But above all. . .Son
  Remember that your life
  Has just
  Begun !

  
  

  Parting is better than what
  Shakespear made it out to be!

  
  

  Peace.

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