August 2008
Welcome to the show...
okay, so i am on vacation of sorts back at home nd relaxing and probably wont be on the computer at all, but i need to vent after suffering through the dnc last night and waking up to this ridiculous news of mccains this morning…
th convention last nght was just fucking weird man… a presidential candidate in a football stadim with ver 15,000 media people? celebrities galore? free...
I went to school with the mass murderer Seung Cho for 6 years of my life. I don’t think I was ever comfortable enough to write about that until lately, and think I am gonna try to do so soon. I have bits and pieces of little poetry that are laced with his effect, but nothing complete, so that is something to grip when I need something to motivation my hand. If you ever get bored, read...
Lately, I’ve been thinking plenty about being alone verse being lonely. I have established this self-sufficiency, a healthy form finally, that so many of my counterparts find disturbing or uncomforable (really, I am great guys) because they relate my isolation to themselves. But the immense differences are interesting to investigate.
I remember childhood vividly and the loneliness there,...
i can’t remember
a younger world
where i was sure of my soldiers
when i knew you were my girl
the body puckers and the mind it goes along too
i dont remember any of it, being drawn to you
i’m sad all day
i miss a blank face
but it was real and raw
an adrenaline taste
what happened and when, i havent a clue
but i long for the old days, being drawn to you
the blitzkrieg...
porching rocking chairs, old with my wife
our story starts with the kiss of her mouth
a damaged kid lookin to restart life
the serpentine rivers that led me down south.
i was twenty four with a few nickels and dimes
two left feet and no sense of sight
cocaine past, misdemeanor crimes
writing on napkins, crying all night.
strung out Saturday when depression peaked
a father’s failure...
”..so that’s it America, straight from the mother fuckers that protect your freedom. you have the right to say whatever you want.. and we have the right to punch you in the fucking face if we disagree.”
American Soldier.
so my called life
hadn’t started
sort my riddle pile and
found your name
ropeswing love on a bayou
and disappeared
and so i want
so i want to know what you
what times you wake, do you pray?
what happened to the art on your shelf?
did you end up on the new york train?
My…
My my, the time
how it’s flown
you’re sure grown and strong and married or
August...
how does it feel to know how much i think about...
I thought about them today, the toys abandoned beneath my childhood porch. Covered in the gray of kicked gravel, the bags me and Dad dumped on dirt as my young hands helped his hairy ones. It was a marvelous hideout, my first place of isolation. We had nailed an old iron basketball rim to one of the wooden pillars beneath the deck where I imitated the television legends that my father and brother...
rappers, writers, comedians, and politicians are the best liars.
The original depression of a man can erode with time, never to be diminished, but withered nonetheless. Sadness becomes a controllable sickness, really, a blood sugar check. The years of therapy, the sun lamps, the pills, I had done them all before coming to a comprehension of being down. It was now natural. It was not this embarrassing burden or this day murdering disease. I still...
whoop that trick.
you have to knock down walls to know where you are.
let the rope's slack keep you loose
funny actually, i didnt even know i had that picture below… i took it while driving bored from nova to knoxville to pack up my old apt at a time where i kinda thought i was gonna drop outta college… anyway, i dont even think its that great of a picture, but it ignited some necessity to write about this mandatory carpe diem-ish sentiment involved with loving with someone, in the case,...
sounds like a plan. adios mi amor. everyone looks off their own rooftops into their own cities, and mine is a callin.
lord knows. i know here’s opportunities havent presented me much or screwed me over on promises. i like to think as grand as social work in africa come spring or doing the mundane for a year before banging out a masters in poetry somewhere, but my whispers are not as realistic as yours.
it’s mis, although i just apply for some music media and marketing internship. yeah, im starting to think lavishly, too. where is your latest dreamland?
it’s good. no longer really a crip, i can walk and what not normally now. which unfortunately puts me back in the job search. like the new apt?
Hey Tyler. My life is currently in desolation, how is yours?
i spend so much time searching for something to throw to the warring wolves inside my heart.
flower beaded crosses, finger bleeding prayers.
Michael Phelps is unreal and the best athelete on the planet (sorry tiger, you were close, but dude likes to drink and drive and therefore gives him the slight edge).
Bon Iver live is like an audio orgasm. His falsetto combine with the original way they all play music is genius, so if theyre coming close to where you are.. do it! really cheap ticket ($10 here) and so worth it.
Diet Cokes are...
i wear my gun so it shows.
Bon Iver is Monday at Exit/In if anyone wants to rock with.
The county lines surrounding Nashville city smear with the interstates. Seems like you can get to anywhere from the heart of the place. My best girl friends just moved out to Wilson, the kind of neighborhood you move to before you look for a place to start a family. I, on the other hand, stay downtown in my mischievous high-rise, my impressive view, home of lonely night alley echoes and 3 a.m....
As much as they're in your hearts,
keep them in your arms.
we are also what we have lost.
Whether you're asleep or awake, busy or not,...
