Sunday, February 20, 2005
- 9:32 pm
all that was lost to be lost and remain unfound until found
how quiet everything is; until you come to see that in the background everything is so loud and lookin at you so much so that youve built your own walls around you; impenetrable to your lesser self. and self belief and wonder swirl about in tantric mixes about your inner being and immolates the essence in a bright flare of talent and energy; smashing down every wall and being yourself for those precious woefully limited number of hours. to be on the stage, to be free, and to be yourself. that is purpose of the soul and ultimate expression of the human spirit; changing ideas, revolutionising time expenditure.
its colder than ever
all the energy leaves, slowly and surely. eventually i will find myself and bring me back up to speed but until then we will die and live in the most morbid sense of the word. 'mor', i belive, has links to death, as seen in morgue, mortuary, morbid and mordecai. but just for the sake of it, lets throw in moron.
the stars dance about delightfully in the sky above the world they care nothing about, shining just beyond our reach whilst we persevere in reaching them although endowed with the knowledge that if such a wont is fulfilled and perpetuated, it would be the end of us a species. throw us into the sun and watch us burn. or hold us to the self and glow in the warmth of being.
i dont know how to express it off a stage fail in words;
words i dare not; cannot say to you
for the past binds us all to itself
storm amongst the reeds
hit the stars
