Aging, Time and a Simple Rhyme

July 27, 2010

As I age
and cease to grow
I start to wonder
where time goes

When I was growing
and still young
I only wondered
where it came from.

Quantify. Organize. Dismiss.

July 24, 2010
What you say rarely  matters as much as what you leave unsaid.
What you expect matters more than what really happens.
What you see matters less than what you imagined.
What you want has infinitely more appeal than what you have.
What you need is less than you think.


July 15, 2010

So, I guess, no
it wasn’t important.


July 12, 2010

I am at a point where my art couldn’t matter less to me.  The point where self-expression has become an empty and thoughtless exercise of self-important going-through-the-motions.

So, feel free to read on.  If you happen to enjoy any of this garbage feel free to let me know.  I’m not going to delete any posts because that would be a lot of work and also a bit dramatic.  But at this point I hate it all.


July 12, 2010

Yes yes yes,
no no no.

Yes yes yes,
no no no.

Yes yes yes,
no no no.

Maybe isn’t worth a damn.

Hung Up On the Fridge

July 2, 2010

Bored with every second hoping something changes
and dreaming so big that it doesn’t fit in.
The ringing in your ears is always your fault
that shouting that you hear can all be drowned out.

So people cut it out, cut it off and destroy it
hoping all along what they kill is you, but
stomping on your heart like nothing really matters
and pulling out your hair you decide you’ve had it:

People tell you to save ’til you think you’ve earned it
keep your torments in ’til you feel you deserve them
don’t waste a second being someone who is worthless
if do your damn job then someone will reward it.

What ever happend to those pictures you painted
and hung up on the fridge just because you made them?

Well, there’s nothing like a mountain standing in your way
to make you feel small enough to appreciate
every single second that you aren’t in the plains
and all those wooden bridges that you left in flames.

Here’s another sad story, another broken heart
another tragic ending right from the start:
You never learned a thing while you were in school
you always acted out lashing out at the rules.

But there in is a lesson that you’ve yet to learn:
There will always be something important on a page you’ve yet to turn.
And some soggy sunday will be your last
Did you die in your sleep? Or just stop existing.

You can hope it doesn’t happen you can hope you’re good
enough to fix the problems you have hidden in your blood,
but no one is immortal, no one will survive
the ending is eternal, but so are all the lies.

I Own The Sky

July 2, 2010

I own the sky
and with it the birds
but they don’t roost on my shoulders.
They don’t come when I call.