so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?
do you think you can tell?
and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for a cool breeze?
cold comfort for change?
and did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
how i wish, how i wish you were here.
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
running over the same old ground.
what have you found?
the same old fears.
wish you were here.
- Pink Floyd "Wish You Were Here"
...i couldn't have done it better...
when all else fails, rely on your merkabah. everything happens in perfect accordance to the Plan. so fear not and do not be discouraged. enjoy the ride. experience the experience. we are hand-in-hand in this journey. none of you are alone. thank you for dropping by. cup of tea?
July 22, 2005
July 19, 2005
compliment
now i've taken the side
of a beautiful calm
can you see this disguise
fading to a resolve
and there it goes my innocence
while gathering up a compliment
and here I lie with words to swear
there's something more than
the world out there
hesitation compounds
i've nothing left to sustain
my worries here have allowed
a momentary refrain
and there it goes my innocence
i'm dying here for a compliment
and here I lie with words to swear
there's something more
than the world out there
- Collective Soul, "Compliment"
of a beautiful calm
can you see this disguise
fading to a resolve
and there it goes my innocence
while gathering up a compliment
and here I lie with words to swear
there's something more than
the world out there
hesitation compounds
i've nothing left to sustain
my worries here have allowed
a momentary refrain
and there it goes my innocence
i'm dying here for a compliment
and here I lie with words to swear
there's something more
than the world out there
- Collective Soul, "Compliment"
July 14, 2005
stonefaced and oblivious
at this very moment, the whole universe can come crashing down and i wouldn't give a fuck. i have been slacking to such an unbelievable extent, that i'm utterly amazed at myself. overdue deadlines. ditching classes. lack of sleep psychosis. idiosyncrasies. and the inevitable urge to procrastinate. i know the reasons. and i just choose not to do a damned thing about it.
July 08, 2005
July 04, 2005
a horrendously charming weekend
some doors are meant to be kept closed. when a chapter is concluded and closed, it is usually wise to not go back and open it. then you painfully discover how unhealed you are. and everything comes crashing down like an enormous avalanche, taking everything with it...
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