Freedom

capture pieces of my mind that once were.

Monday, November 29, 2010

What if for once everything worked out as planned. 
What if for once we stopped lying to ourselves.
What if for once we just stopped believing.
What if for once we just ran away.
What if for once we just said fuck responsibility.
What if for once we could change
What if for once I stopped saying what if for once
What if for once in my life I...

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Give it all
all of it away
to someone
who throws it all away
throw me into the sun
and let me burn
my ashes fall to the ground
where there they are trampled
beaten flat to the dirt
with your hands
you wipe the rest of me on your shirt
carry me on the bottom of your shoe
to spread around these ashes
until a tree grows
then you cut me down
to the ground
just as good as dirt
even though I'd throw you into the ocean
I'd still swim out to save you.
All of you.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

marching forward
to the time that means nothing
nothing by the wind
to the north we send
what was already distant to us
if only it had something
for us to give to ourselves

Sunday, November 21, 2010

I have been motivated lately, but no creativity.  Maybe I am just not using that spark at the right moment and trying to let it all out when I come down from my motivation.  Either way, I have to learn to channel that spark at the right time into something meaningful.  On the other hand I am most likely using it all up on the house work I am currently working on.  Each year I come back to the same thing I did for work the year before, it seems I enjoy a little more each time.  I do not wish to make it what I do, but for the meantime I am sort of enjoying the hard work.  I think what I like most about this restoration project is the fact that I am turning something that was ugly into something that will be beautiful and clean again.  If I could do this to the world I would.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

I am so pissed off at jazzmutant for fucking everyone in the ass.  Busy trying to help everyone fight jazzmutant for throwing in the towel and closing shop.  I can't believe I invested in this.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

It fly's away
try another way
I feel it stopping me
go on you say

like a flower opening to the season
I use to make a difference
breathing into someone
always finding a way to share it

How did I get here
what did I do
what did I see
who did I impact

All of this is blurry now
I have become something I prayed I would not
my prayer turned to hope
my hope turned into abandonment

what's next.
I don't know.
maybe I'll turn to the flower again for inspiration
or maybe I'll get on a plane
look out the window
and jump on a cloud
or maybe I'll just say maybe

Whatever happens
It will all happen for a reason
or will it.
Or is it all just a mumble jumble ocean of bullshit
trying to simplify what we can't figure out
only to die and become that flower that opens for the spring


APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding 
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing 
Memory and desire, stirring 
Dull roots with spring rain.

I've seen too many of these days for far too long.
Every fucking thing reminds me of something
something that meant nothing in the end
I'm not that type, trust me, but there comes a point
where something drastic has to happen
and that drastic decision will have to be made soon
before I turn into what I really never wanted to be,
someone who never makes a difference.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I'd like to see something else besides what I see now, that's all

We have so much more power than we think to change things around us.  I'm not sure exactly why we hesitate to act now, but all I know is it grips so tight it never lets go of us until we break through.  I have debated just saving up a little money and going somewhere by myself, like the ocean, just to recharge myself a little.  I fucking hate the wintertime anyways, so it would do me some good to go to a warmer place for a while.  It's all about breaking out of yourself.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Sitting at starbucks and chris crocker is sitting next to me.  Very strange to say the least.
My mind sometimes
drops like a bat
that's been thrown to the ground
only after contact

I strike the ground
scattering dust and dirt
from ground to sky
enough to make me hurt

When I go to pick myself up
I pull too hard
and throw myself into the sky
and see everything we can't see
and fall back to the ground
each time never hitting the ground running

The fall is far too hard
and the sights are far too much for me
Maybe next time I can land on my face
so I do not have to see.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

I just finished watching an episode of married to rock and I have to say I have lost all respect for what perry farrell stood for,  I mean I kinda already had lost respect, but now that respect just can't be brought back.  There is still great art left.  Just harder to find.
It seems that every time I become stuck in a routine I am always reminded of how near death can be.  Earlier today my brother found a baby possum and brought it home in a box.  I looked at it crawling around in what appeared to be berry juice, but what we wondered (my brother and I) was if the berry juice was a mix of juice and blood from a wound, so he put on gloves and lifted it by its tail in the air to discover if it had a wound.  When he held it up it appeared to have something wrong with it but we couldn't really tell because it looked like matted fur from the berry juice but we thought it could also be mistaken for an open wound.  We dug a little further to determine what it was so we sprayed the spot with a little water, but we still couldn't accurately tell if it was a wound or not.  We put it in the bathtub to examine it a little further.  The berry began to drip into the tub and we realized it was blood as well, even though we weren't entirely sure.  It crawled to the head of the tub and laid on its side and then all of a sudden stopped breathing.  The possum took a few deep breathes with a slight struggle in its body and began to stiffen out. After a few minutes we heard it make a noise, it's final noise as it tried to grasp for air.  After it made the noise its tongue stuck out as it's final motion.  It laid motionless in the white bathtub around it's mix of berry and blood.  It's tail was curled like a spiral.  Just wanted to share that and won't be too profound this time, but I didn't want to leave out this little part of my life.

Friday, November 5, 2010

The cold weather is back in town already which means one thing, time to fill my lungs with lead dust in old houses.  I must say it isn't truly terrible work, I mean I am making more money than working at a corporation.  Also, I am free to work on music now.  I just need a few more programs and I will be set to begin my recording which will hopefully lead to live music down the road.  I am slowly building myself.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Today my brother and I were shooting basketball.  We made up this game where we spun around in circles until we stopped and shot the ball with eyes closed.  It was fun for a while until we began to feel a little sick.  When I first started doing it I had no idea where the net was so kind of just made a shot in the dark.  It took a few times until realizing that I didn't have to guess anymore, my previous mistakes gave me insight to where I needed to place the ball.  I identified all the sounds around me and where they were coming from, from all directions.  I identified correctly and shot close to the basket.  I realized this concept has applied to me so much in my life here in the last few years.  My beliefs have been in and out over the years as far as what I believe religiously.  I had a point in my life a few months back where I agreed with myself to believe in nothing anymore and drop my wall of ignorance.  I really struggled with letting go of all that I had once believed, but I eventually adapted quite well.  I was always just believing in what everyone was telling me, and doing what I was seeing and what I was seeing was the typical church goer of Bristol, Va attending church every sunday to get closer to god.  This was all I knew.  It is easy to believe in something when everyone is aiming for that same thing, which religiously everyone wants to go to heaven, so they must aim to achieve that.  When shooting the basketball to the net, there is no surprise or wonder of where it is going to go because I already know where the ball is going.  I have no doubt in my mind that the ball is being aimed toward the net and will hit close to the net.  When I closed my eyes and spun around a few times I immediately felt lost and abandoned.  I had no guide to help me see where I was going to place the ball, and no sense of direction.  All I had left was myself and nothing else.  When we lose all of everything we know, we become nothing, I was nothing now.  I became terrified, but exhilarated at the fact that I had no idea where the ball was going to land.  I had finally come up with a spot that I was for sure was the right spot to shoot the ball in the right direction, when I shot the ball my brother began to laugh at me and when I opened my eyes I had shot the ball in the exact opposite direction.  What I thought was right was now wrong.  I am bewildered by this happening still, and to me this is saying much more than just shooting a ball in the wrong direction.  At this point, what I was doing was stupid and wrong because why do this when my eyes can see everything and if I have eyes I need to use them to shoot the ball in the right direction.  This is too obvious a thing you see.  At that moment I realized something.  We are blinded by our own eyes.  All that we see and all that we believe has come from watching others believe in that same thing.  What others believe in has come from watching people before them believe in that.  The people before them before them before them believed in the same thing.  Over the years we have accumulated this mass belief system that creates in us a sense of entitlement and authority over those who do not believe in that very thing.  It is uneasy for those people to think that they are wrong, so in turn they block that thing out that stirs in them and just keep saying to themselves they are right no matter what.  When I closed my eyes, after a few times, I started using sensory perception I never use, or use very little of.  My ears became my weapon and my guide.  I started listening to what was going on around me and began to identify that if I hear something that leaves my ear a little closed, then something is near me on that side.  If one side is open sounding, then there might not be something in my way.  I listened to sounds that are so familiar, but distant to me that I have heard all of my life from living on this particular street.  I have just never used my ears for much, mostly my eyes.  After figuring out where everything was, I began to shoot the ball near the goal.  What my eyes couldn't see, my ears adapted and guided me in a different way than I hadn't experienced before.  I think that is how religion has worked.  People are only using one thing instead of expanding and trying different things.  Some may say what is the point in trying different things if what we are doing is working for us.  This to me is an okay enough argument because only people can speak for themselves and if it is working for them, then that is fine.  My point in all of this isn't to disprove, but to distribute a sense of possibility in a world where everything is impossible.  We have to keep an open mind about what we do and believe, because our neighbor might not think the same way as us, and more than often, people put up a wall because it makes them uncomfortable.  We must think that what if we were wrong all along.  We must be balanced.  We must not become comfortable in one thing we do.  We must explore.  We must keep possibility open.  We must challenge. We must create.  We must encourage, not discourage to fit what we believe.  Life is precious, do not become damaged by a one way thinking pattern and damage others in the process.