Monday, December 15, 2008

Hey you!

I’ve heard this music in a dream before. Somewhere. Here. I don’t know. But you were there. And the truth was there too. And the dark bare cold branches creak and thrash around in the wind roaring like a jet engine low in the sky. But why? Why does the way the smoke moving around my hand as I pull it away from my mouth hold the key to something, something that I don’t quite understand, something I’ve searched for my entire life but cannot quite put my finger on at this very moment.

Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone.
Open your heart, I’m coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high as you can see"

No matter how he tried he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you! Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me

Hey you! Don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

~ Pink Floyd ~

Thursday, December 11, 2008


Monotony clings to me like spilled honey
slowly it pours over me, sticky but not sweet--- bitter
each nanosecond stretches out into forever.


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    And the iguanas dance in the desert/a thousand miles away from this place/and this face: stoned immaculate.

    "Let us remember . . . that in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both." Christian Wiman, Editor of "POETRY" "Hang on to your hopes my friend; That's an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away, simply pretend that you can build them again." ~ Paul Simon

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    "Imagination is more important than knowledge." ~ Albert Einstein