Tonight I saw a movie,
The language which unknown to me
But the flames burned trumpeting gold
Ringing out the beauty
Of the Tree...
Mad dashers
Driven only by lights
Crowded sidewalks
Each their own plight
Neon Gods burning bright
Sanctuary offered
In their light
This was life
this is life
Standing here
Among the marvels
New and decidedly unknowing
Yellow its undauntingly flowing
Down unyielding corridors
Carousing, perusing
The bounties of my mind
I have entered
I have left,
The beauty of the times
Tonight I saw a movie
The language which unknown to me
But still it ran deeply
In the recesses of my memory.
jkg 11/11/03
12 November 2003
08 November 2003
Title made famous by Eddie Vedder's Head
I suppose you'll never have to be alone
As long as the lights are spinning
mad oblivion
Keep going upward until you touch the beginning
Of the end
Never have to be alone
Luckily the incessant pumping
Keeps you from dumping
All the relationships
Which keep you who you are.
movemovemovemovemovemove
Fluidity and dj faster faster spinning faster
hot light running through alabaster
for sex you climb, for release you climb
for hunger, for thirst you climb
What height will you allow?
Everything that goes up
Must come down
But it's alright 'we are the generation of love... this is the time for love devotion'
As long as the lights are spinning
mad oblivion
Keep going upward until you touch the beginning
Of the end
Never have to be alone
Luckily the incessant pumping
Keeps you from dumping
All the relationships
Which keep you who you are.
movemovemovemovemovemove
Fluidity and dj faster faster spinning faster
hot light running through alabaster
for sex you climb, for release you climb
for hunger, for thirst you climb
What height will you allow?
Everything that goes up
Must come down
But it's alright 'we are the generation of love... this is the time for love devotion'
03 November 2003
To realize the paths of the innocent and walk along the paths of the past
To remember my name the message has been waiting here all along.
Don't think that there are any other roads to walk down. I have lost my name
Somehow along the way and I have been forsaken
and here I rise out of the mud, battered and name forgotten.
yeah right
To remember my name the message has been waiting here all along.
Don't think that there are any other roads to walk down. I have lost my name
Somehow along the way and I have been forsaken
and here I rise out of the mud, battered and name forgotten.
yeah right
01 November 2003
MANNY and BIG GIRL (think Little Girl in the Big Ten)
MANNY
Why worry? Why worry?.... They are all looking for the one thing they can't see...
There's a world outside waiting, wondering, hoping, dancing, laughing. inviting .. Being
Why worry, why worry? There's always going to be you and it ... There are no more reasons to try if you give it up.
The applause is deafening and the worry is drowning... deep and deep it flows but why?
I see so many other ways to go around and about, so why worry? There will never be lonliness in an otherwise full heart. There will never be failure in an otherwise winsome heart. There will never be doubt in an otherwise concious heart. Send your love out to the world and they will raise their hands.
BIG GIRL
Mixed up, coagulated and spit out, there are no re entries....A voice is loud and deep when it says to go through regardless... I don't think you could look lower. Tough person stand there and prove yourself. Time and time over and over again... Why to whom? Nothing to prove big girl. Nothing to prove to anyone but yourself.... But life is too much and the answers are cryptic and seldom.... So pretend... Pretend away... I can see through it. Sad is you can't. Big girl, don't want to have no more that's too hard to split. Easy to say yes and away you go.... through the door through the curtains and selfish is as selfish does, you come back hurting 3 instead of one. Luckily, you can pied piper the blind, never have to be alone. Hand needs to be held. One after the other.... no breaks, no commitment to yourself. Big girl... the blind handle the world for you. Living in a world where Elvis still croons to the back beat of a DJ spinning makes it easy to become the martyr. I certainly hope your wooden cross falls to shit, splinters and heals the blind. No one deserves to see more than them.
Ah I have returned!
--jkg
Why worry? Why worry?.... They are all looking for the one thing they can't see...
There's a world outside waiting, wondering, hoping, dancing, laughing. inviting .. Being
Why worry, why worry? There's always going to be you and it ... There are no more reasons to try if you give it up.
The applause is deafening and the worry is drowning... deep and deep it flows but why?
I see so many other ways to go around and about, so why worry? There will never be lonliness in an otherwise full heart. There will never be failure in an otherwise winsome heart. There will never be doubt in an otherwise concious heart. Send your love out to the world and they will raise their hands.
BIG GIRL
Mixed up, coagulated and spit out, there are no re entries....A voice is loud and deep when it says to go through regardless... I don't think you could look lower. Tough person stand there and prove yourself. Time and time over and over again... Why to whom? Nothing to prove big girl. Nothing to prove to anyone but yourself.... But life is too much and the answers are cryptic and seldom.... So pretend... Pretend away... I can see through it. Sad is you can't. Big girl, don't want to have no more that's too hard to split. Easy to say yes and away you go.... through the door through the curtains and selfish is as selfish does, you come back hurting 3 instead of one. Luckily, you can pied piper the blind, never have to be alone. Hand needs to be held. One after the other.... no breaks, no commitment to yourself. Big girl... the blind handle the world for you. Living in a world where Elvis still croons to the back beat of a DJ spinning makes it easy to become the martyr. I certainly hope your wooden cross falls to shit, splinters and heals the blind. No one deserves to see more than them.
Ah I have returned!
--jkg
Wine ages well but can people?
Too many God damn questions are spinning around my head. I honestly don't know where to go from here. I don't think fulfillment will ever be granted because the human spirit is always searching for more. I wish I had learned German so it wouldn't be so difficult, and to think at one time I wanted to be a linguistics major! RIDICULOUS! Centrifigual force is keeping me against the wall. Good news I am looking forward, toward the door. It's pretty dark on the other side, but when have I been afraid of anything, ever? Except maybe my own self and potential. I think it's pretty vast... I haven't tapped into it yet ... which is a travesty and injustice onto myself. Hmmm, funny how reduntant such simple things as words can become when the mind merely thinks through the hands. I certainly hope this is not the beginning of the end. It hasn't been a very long ride... I don't think I can go on forever wondering and love really isn't enough. A certain quality I lack is "It's safe so I'll hang". It's commiting emotional fraud to honestly believe it to be true, no matter what aspect.
I feel older today. Much older than I thought I'd ever feel. There's a life out there that has passed me by. The throne has been handed to the next generation. Something I was not too long ago a part of...now it's absolutely obsolete. The mind ages, the body ages but the heart keeps vigor and knows no age. Tries desperately to fool the rest of the body....Wants its world to be forever buzzing with vibrant energy. Pretty funny. When we die the heart must be the last thing to go and the first to clutch desperately the memories of a beautiful bygone life.
Ah, well there you go...dishes are waiting.
I feel older today. Much older than I thought I'd ever feel. There's a life out there that has passed me by. The throne has been handed to the next generation. Something I was not too long ago a part of...now it's absolutely obsolete. The mind ages, the body ages but the heart keeps vigor and knows no age. Tries desperately to fool the rest of the body....Wants its world to be forever buzzing with vibrant energy. Pretty funny. When we die the heart must be the last thing to go and the first to clutch desperately the memories of a beautiful bygone life.
Ah, well there you go...dishes are waiting.
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