Mindless Muttering
Thoughts regress into the blank truth
Bold heartache giving way to mindless muttering
Missing a thought more than a person
Wanting a touch and not caring who it is from
These inclinations is what drives me
They drive me into arms I have no place to be
You don’t understand how someone can do
All the things that I do to you and neither can
I, dream of something that might be truth or peace
A faceless entity of love that could be you or someone else
I awake knowing you are a mixture of everything
I’ve made you to be, you are what I perceive you to be
We are looking for something outside of ourselves
To believe in and give our hearts to but then we find
That our belief is found inside and is made of us
Sunday, March 26
Wednesday, March 22
A Jack Johnson song I never noticed before but seems appropriate now.
A brand new baby was born yesterday, just in time
papa cried, baby cried, said your tears are like mine
i heard some words from a friend on the phone
that didn't sound so good
the doctor gave him two weeks to live
i would give him more if i could
you know that i would now
if only I could
you know that i would
if only I could
down the middle drops one more grain of sand
they say that new life makes loosing life easier to understand
words are kind they help ease the mind
I miss my old friend
though you got to go
we'll keep a piece of your soul
one goes out
one comes in
you know that I would now
If I could
you know that I would now
If I could
A brand new baby was born yesterday, just in time
papa cried, baby cried, said your tears are like mine
i heard some words from a friend on the phone
that didn't sound so good
the doctor gave him two weeks to live
i would give him more if i could
you know that i would now
if only I could
you know that i would
if only I could
down the middle drops one more grain of sand
they say that new life makes loosing life easier to understand
words are kind they help ease the mind
I miss my old friend
though you got to go
we'll keep a piece of your soul
one goes out
one comes in
you know that I would now
If I could
you know that I would now
If I could
Thursday, March 16
Wednesday, March 15
A Little Selfish
So I was told the other day that most blogs are pointless introspective dribble. Well that's probably true and I'm sure mine has been that at times. But I like to write and I like entertaining other people so I'm going to try to make more interesting blog entries.
So I'm reading the Fountainhead right now and for anyone who hasn't read it, do it. The book brings up a lot of good points and observations about life. This book is my boyfriend's favorite and he was explaining Objectivism, the author's philosophy on life. There's one point that at first didn't go over so well with me but as I put it into practice I found that it is a great concept. The basic idea is that we should love other people and such but first over all look after our own interest in the long run. This isn't short-term selfishness but long-term. If people were to truly take care of themselves and see what would be best for their life than I think we would all be a lot happier. Case in point, I have an ex-boyfriend I was trying and trying to be cordial and nice to. I was making myself miserable to show him that I was sorry about breaking up. I didn't want to get back together with him I was just putting his interest first because I thought that's what love was. Then I realized that I needed to be more selfish. If talking to him makes me miserable then why should I? I need to look after my own emotional and mental health number one. It seems we make ourselves miserable everday because we feel we owe it to somebody. We don't. People only have the power over you that you give them. Or put differently, we teach others how to treat us.
So from now I'm going to be more selfish. But being selfish in the long-term also means loving people, not burning bridges but walking away calmly. Having my friends and family is in my best interest in the long term so I will continue to give them all my love. I just won't waste my emotion on those who don't deserve it.
So I was told the other day that most blogs are pointless introspective dribble. Well that's probably true and I'm sure mine has been that at times. But I like to write and I like entertaining other people so I'm going to try to make more interesting blog entries.
So I'm reading the Fountainhead right now and for anyone who hasn't read it, do it. The book brings up a lot of good points and observations about life. This book is my boyfriend's favorite and he was explaining Objectivism, the author's philosophy on life. There's one point that at first didn't go over so well with me but as I put it into practice I found that it is a great concept. The basic idea is that we should love other people and such but first over all look after our own interest in the long run. This isn't short-term selfishness but long-term. If people were to truly take care of themselves and see what would be best for their life than I think we would all be a lot happier. Case in point, I have an ex-boyfriend I was trying and trying to be cordial and nice to. I was making myself miserable to show him that I was sorry about breaking up. I didn't want to get back together with him I was just putting his interest first because I thought that's what love was. Then I realized that I needed to be more selfish. If talking to him makes me miserable then why should I? I need to look after my own emotional and mental health number one. It seems we make ourselves miserable everday because we feel we owe it to somebody. We don't. People only have the power over you that you give them. Or put differently, we teach others how to treat us.
So from now I'm going to be more selfish. But being selfish in the long-term also means loving people, not burning bridges but walking away calmly. Having my friends and family is in my best interest in the long term so I will continue to give them all my love. I just won't waste my emotion on those who don't deserve it.
Thursday, March 9
My Serenity
There’s something to be gained
By walking slowly in the rain
I know this much is true
Feeling the small trickle of heaven
Drops coldly count to seven
They feel like you
To walk undefeated below a cloud
Unclearly covered in a shroud
I am invisible, unbeatable
I dare heaven to hold me back again
Dare to doubt the minds of men
My knowledge untouchable
I am here, I scream without permit
I live, breath without consent
This independence is cold
The world is heavy on my shoulders
Gone faith that moved boulders
Twenty seems so old
I am left alone in an ancient wood
That told me what I should
Respect all above me
But this wood has become my fiend
Does not know what I’ve seen
Heaven on earth
Our creation shared by a common author
Does it too hate our father?
Hell is our worth
I guess there’s something to be gained
As my thoughts fall into the rain
Questions of identity
Where is my serenity?
There’s something to be gained
By walking slowly in the rain
I know this much is true
Feeling the small trickle of heaven
Drops coldly count to seven
They feel like you
To walk undefeated below a cloud
Unclearly covered in a shroud
I am invisible, unbeatable
I dare heaven to hold me back again
Dare to doubt the minds of men
My knowledge untouchable
I am here, I scream without permit
I live, breath without consent
This independence is cold
The world is heavy on my shoulders
Gone faith that moved boulders
Twenty seems so old
I am left alone in an ancient wood
That told me what I should
Respect all above me
But this wood has become my fiend
Does not know what I’ve seen
Heaven on earth
Our creation shared by a common author
Does it too hate our father?
Hell is our worth
I guess there’s something to be gained
As my thoughts fall into the rain
Questions of identity
Where is my serenity?
Wednesday, March 8
Beyond My Scope
Bright open skies of future
Carried on the back of hope
May the winds of realization
Cure this queer fixation
Searching for a clean sheet
Paper to write my story upon
Memories fill each line before
My hands can ask for more
Clouds shadow opportunity
Recollection causes despair
No new leaf to turn around
The broken clips of sound
I will walk back to that sky
My open sky of future
I will carry on my back the hope
Of a future that is beyond my scope
Bright open skies of future
Carried on the back of hope
May the winds of realization
Cure this queer fixation
Searching for a clean sheet
Paper to write my story upon
Memories fill each line before
My hands can ask for more
Clouds shadow opportunity
Recollection causes despair
No new leaf to turn around
The broken clips of sound
I will walk back to that sky
My open sky of future
I will carry on my back the hope
Of a future that is beyond my scope
Friday, March 3
Wednesday, March 1
I love me some Jack Johnson
There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song that i could sing. but I could try for your heart. Our dreams, they are made of real things like a shoebox of photographs with sepiatone loving. Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart. Like, why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving. I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together. It's always better when we're together. Yeah, look at the stars when we're together. Well, it's always better when we're together. Yeah, It's always better when we're together. And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight. But I know that they'll be gone when the light sings and brings new things. For tomorrow night you see that they'll be gone too. Too many things I have to do. But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between with only two, just me and you. Not so many things we got to do or places we got to be. We'll sit beneath the mango treee now. I believe in memories. They look so, so pretty when I sleep. Hey now, and when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. But there is not enough time, and there is no song I could sing and there is no combination of words I could say. But I will still tell you one thing, we're better together.
There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song that i could sing. but I could try for your heart. Our dreams, they are made of real things like a shoebox of photographs with sepiatone loving. Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart. Like, why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving. I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together. It's always better when we're together. Yeah, look at the stars when we're together. Well, it's always better when we're together. Yeah, It's always better when we're together. And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight. But I know that they'll be gone when the light sings and brings new things. For tomorrow night you see that they'll be gone too. Too many things I have to do. But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between with only two, just me and you. Not so many things we got to do or places we got to be. We'll sit beneath the mango treee now. I believe in memories. They look so, so pretty when I sleep. Hey now, and when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. But there is not enough time, and there is no song I could sing and there is no combination of words I could say. But I will still tell you one thing, we're better together.
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