Disobey And Reanimate.

There was that flicker. But a flicker like that is such a dangerous, fleeting thing.

You're getting ahead of yourself, yet again. Slow down, take these things into careful consideration, before you say something you might regret.

Here we go, down that same old road.


I'm not sure what I'm feeling, but it isn't particularly pleasant. I'm restless and I can't stay focused on any one thing.


Two pieces of this are gone forever, I already know this. They belong to two people, and like it or not, there's nothing I can do to change that. I sometimes wish I could though. Makes things far more difficult.

Then there's a third that I wish I could give to someone, but they'll never be there to take it. Pipe dreams, idle hope.

Such a wasted thing, hope is.

Elevators, green grass, a bench, a pool table, night air, stars that seem to go on forever; all of it was there, and I was such a fool not to take it for exactly what it was.

One true, perfect, golden moment. No worries, no fear, no possibilty of disruption or interference; it was just there, and it probably won't ever happen again.

Though I suppose that's what made it perfect: not realizing the perfection within the moment.


It's so simple, so serene, and yet so utterly complicated at the same time. Look up into the sky and fly away. If only.


No matter what I say, no matter what I do, I truly am always coming back to you. I don't know if 'home' is an appropriate word to use in this context, but the rest of that lyric is true. Circles, yet again. Round and round.


I don't know where I'm going with this. Not that I ever do. Ramble ramble on and on and on, never with a definite end. I guess that's why I enjoy writing so much in the first place; there never is a definite end.

Maybe this time things will work.

I say 'this time' as if I ever gave anything a chance before, and as if I'm sure there even is a 'time' right now. Everything's at a standstill, nothing is moving or breathing or thinking or beating; it's all at a pause.

Ring ring, and it's over.

Forget Time.

Maybe this is that change I've been looking for.
Certainly feels like it, in my chest. And there it was all along, as well.
I guess I simply had to admit it to myself.
I dont know about this, not yet, far too early to really tell.
But I think it's worth a shot. Whatever 'it' is, in the first place.
Maybe that was my Place, before I even knew I had one.

Didn't You Read The News?

You seem to think you have such an effect on me. So misguided.

You're so incredibly immature and disconnected from anything resembling reality. You never have any clue what you're tlaking about, and honestly, have the time when you cause conflicts, I think you do it based entirely out of instinct. It's as though your natural need and desire in life is to create storms around anyone you encounter.

And yet you try to act so innocent, when you're nothing but a liar, and a hypocrite. I'm really not sure which of those is worse. And the combination together is absolutely horrific.

I was so wrong when I told you those things, when I thought I felt something; I should have slowed down and take a realistic view at everything surrounding me. Everything I thought was wrong, my opinions and thoughts on you, on how I felt...everything. I was so clouded by hope that I let it obstruct the truth. And never again will that happen.

I take it all back, just so you know. Every. Last. Word. You act like things mean so much to you, but I don't think you have any real depth or emotion to anything you supposedly 'feel'; I think you react based upon how you think one should react, according to what is stated. You don't respond in any way that you truly feel.

Because, honestly, I don't think you're mature enough to have real feelings. You're lost in a little fantasy world. Being a kid is great; it's understandable why you don't want to let go of it. But holding on so tight that you lose all forms of maturity and understaning; gripping so tightly that you can't think or act rationally, let alone for yourself, is sad.

Hope that goes well for you.

Something That Isn't.

We should be in a movie together, you and I.
We'll be star-crossed lovers, bound by fate, beyond all reason and sense.
Hopelessly in love, never leaving one another's embrace.
We'll go through all the trials and tribulations life have to offer
in three month's time.
But of course you'll have to leave, for some reason unexplained
or at least I won't properly understand.
A tear-stained goodbye as you try once more to explain why you have to go,
but I just won't have it.
You're horrible and awful and so many four-letter-words I dare not actually say to your face,
because I love you too much.
You'll leave, I'll squander what life I have left, wondering where you've gone,
what you've done.
And of course, I'll never find another quite like you.
And right before the credits roll
I'll have a divine moment of clarification;
an epiphany so bright and illuminated that I'll see what a fool I've been.
And I'll walk to that pier, sit where we sat.
Talk to the you that isn't there any longer
That never was there to begin with
That was all just a figment in my mind.
And wonder why,
After all these months,
I still continue to think about you.

I Turned Around And Saw You There.

Lean in just a little bit
Closer.
I went home today and threw away everything that meant something to someone else.
Don't look back, don't lose your
Sight of the things you care about the most
I lost my complacency and my little bit of self respect
To a tempest of lightning and thunder, to a storm of
drowning rains and torrential flames.
Turning my back on you and your
Indecencies.
Everything I thought I knew went away when I threw those things away today.
All I have left is
An old backpack
A carton of cigarettes
A guitar
And there was one thing
Oh, there was one thing that I just couldn't
Let go
It means so much to everyone else, but I just can't
Let it go
Maybe some other day
But not today
Definitely not today

Let's Take A Look In The Old Telescope.

I'm in my
Place, I'm content
Why do you insist on
Tearing me away?
Just let me be, let me wander through this endless, bright corridor.
Who knows,
Maybe I'll find what ever it is I need to see
To snap me out of this
Place.

I Love The Power Glove.

After the tone, please leave a message.

But before you leave that message, think about what you're going to say. Don't blather on about nothing, make your message mean something.



I can feel the winds of change stirring about me again. And this time, I think it's quite welcome. It's not going to be a monumental change; I feel it's going to be practically nothing, in the eyes of most, but it's going to be everything to me, if I can just get what I need.


A little less conversation, a little less action. Not so much noise, nor so many not-quite-there rules and regulations. The ability to do what I want, without fear of reprecussions or retort.



Time limits are so blase'. Seriously, I don't know why you even bother.



I find myself trying to focus on the good, and not the bad that came from it all. That singular moment, that brief, glimmering, sacred moment, where everything in the universe felt aligned and in place. It's all long, long gone now, but I stil ltry to focus on that moment, just for a second chance to relive what could have been and what never will be. If I can focus on that positive split-second, and not al lthe destructive aftermath that came about because of it...

Everything will work out just fine.


Moving on, moving on, out of this place and into another without so many confusions and misunderstandings.


Here's looking at you, kid.