long week…

5 01 2007

questioning almost all that I am…
Current mood: drained

as usual it’s Adam that I turn to.


– Perfect Blue Buildings by the Counting Crows.

Just down the street from your hotel, baby
I stay at home with my disease
And ain’t this position familiar, darling
Well, all monkeys do what they see
Help me stay awake, I’m falling…Down on Virginia and La Loma
Where I got friends who’ll care for me
You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted
I got an attitude of need
Help me stay awake, I’m falling…

Asleep in perfect blue buildings
Beside the green apple sea
Gonna get me a little oblivion
Try to keep myself away from me

It’s 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday
It doesn’t get much worse than this
In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle
of these lives which are completely meaningless
Help me stay awake, I’m falling…Asleep in perfect blue buildings
Beside the green apple sea
Gonna get me a little oblivion
Try to keep myself away from myself and me

I got bones beneath my skin, and mister…
There’s a skeleton in every man’s house
Beneath the dust and love and sweat that hangs on everybody
There’s a dead man trying to get out
Please help me stay awake, I’m falling…

Asleep in perfect blue buildings
Beside the green apple sea
Gonna get me a little oblivion baby
Try to keep myself away from me

 





Floating over You- by Adam

15 09 2006

Getting dressed and bunger bound
shuffling through the heather
neighbors drop their flowers down and worry about the weather
every night I’m floating over you my love
every night I dream I’m under you
All the smiling hands delivering all the ???
All of the smiling men with suede hands delivering with those pensions
wont you please except our sympathy into three dimensions
every night I’M floating over you my love
every night I’m drifting under you
Don’t want to think about my last cigarette
don’t want to focus on the curve of your thigh
don’t want to slip off your white silhouette
I don’t think this is a very sensible way to die.
Lonely lonely lonely
Lonely lonely lonely
Lonely lonely lonely
Lonely lonely lonely

Every night I’M floating over you my love
every night I dream I’m under you
Well I’m alter bound and under dressed
just slightly out of order hanging on the fringe of daylights
soft and pitchy border.
Every night I’m floating over you my love
every night I’m slipping under you
Every night I’m floating over you my love
every night I’m dream I’m under you
lonely lonely ohh I’M so lonely.

 





rain

12 09 2006

from a friend…

ok… the rain…

rain is the purest it gets in life.  its a miracle every time it happens so many things have to happen at once and at that moment the sky shows emotion…..  it becomes a feeling…

next time it rains, just rain, not a storm…. stand in it.  spread your arms out and feel.  Don’t think about anything….  raise your chin to the sky and close your eyes… allow yourself a moment to feel truth.  No jacket, no umbrella, no hat… feel it the way the

creator meant for it to feel. 

rainy days make you think about your life… i always sit in my window with nothing but time for thinking.  is my life where it should be?… do i tell the people i love, “i love you” enough?… who do i miss?… who do i wish for?

everyone always rushes to get out of the rain??? what if it was meant to be cherished?  something that happens that little could also be viewed as special!  a book to read, a movie on the couch, a child’s soccer game, a funeral of a loved one, a romantic kiss on the beach……..

rain makes you remember.





Alchemy

15 08 2006

Alchemy by Regie Gibson

this / eroticism / of / language
this / copulation / of / words
this / slow / burning / fuck / of / syllables
poetry / is / more / than / the / sum
of / its / parts

 





Each moment is passion

14 08 2006

Before I Read this Poem
by George David Miller

…..The big moments of life are not
When the walls of Jericho tumble
When Haley’s Comet sparkles across the sky
When a knockout punch fells a fighter
Or when Sissyphus’ boulder finally goes over the hill.

The big moments of life
Are not when the boulder clears the ridge
But when we tie our shoes
Spit on our hands
Take deep breaths
Flex our muscles
Focus all our energy
And do it all over again.

Realizing
Each moment is history
Each moment is passion
Each moment is meaning…

…Carving epic lives
From ordinary moments

And that is the whole meaning of life
To be able to look at the heavens
and scream, “I have lived, I have lived” –
To have carved epic lives
From ordinary moments.

This is my life- and it’s your life too
This is my poem – and it’s your poem too.
And you still don’t know me
And I still don’t know myself.