Wonka

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Shine on Horses

gruesome cities pave these streets
star struck angels take their seats
a show combs over hairless waste
we're longing for a better taste

what we've got is more than ghosts
what we've heard was told to us
when we find the darkest fold
we crumble with the dying gold

wealth will surround us
tears will drown them
shake off your laughter
edges of summer
when will we find the darkest of dangers?
comfort is crowding
delicate natures

horses ran through my mind

not a sound

only shine

Philosophy Fallacy

Philosophy is all talk...
keeping landfills of knowledge in business
with an overflowing revenue of ideas
massly produced
with no preparation
just a common sensation.

Stacking the Mending Tiles

every wonderful decaying piece of matter
was just wrapped around the frail acorn
like a desperate wish for a joyous day
like the production of productivity
left wide open for the valiant effort of failed precision
feeling down on the sand of healthiness
while empathetically
and pathetically
creating the sadness of welfare
lapsed inside this aching heart
which is only tired
rest forced itself upon the prayer of the mending
look forward to the healing
brace yourself for stacking tiles
upon the delivery of a miracle

Sipping Sparks from My Coffee

digging through the ground
searching for my coffee grounds
leaving helpless backbones
backing their submarine barracades
as though these accolades
persuade an invader's invasions
i am speaking of broken spokes
spoken with haste
tastes like stale coffee
hey
when will your planes reveal wingless precision?
connecting more connectors or vectors
eatings beets with meat seems logical
betting on letting levees leaking for weeks
is like premeditated statements
stated on eradicated affidavits
juries keep banging their heads against the wall
cover the night
cut loose your ghost
invite them over for dinner
making friends with the enemy
talking sense into the senseless
stubborn to the core
tables with plates and various utensils
drawing your meals with an unsharpened pencil
muling over another dull soul
vile evil
saddened by the results of an eraser
don't forget to regret forgetting to regret
read and registered
my eyes left a sour taste in my mouth
though the edges revealed danger
they showed mercy
and a blessing covered in snow
melting the sun
no light
no dark
just molten meshing
of happy sparks

Moon's Tear

elevated elephants cried out in the midst of the full moon
and carried the dehydrated camel to the invisible oasis
underestimating one's capacity
a dire strait
wind is only screaming
trying to be quiet
and the fish keep flapping in the water
ready to swim through the grass
to reach another oasis
sandy disgraces filtered from the word yes
no need to analyze the peanut sized brains of the elephants
can't you hear the thinking from their ears?
what a weight to place on their trunks
dying light
moon is fading
we keep waiting
for our collision
destiny has already decided
so why does it keep hiding?
running down our wicked games
in the distance i saw your silhouette
further and further down that beautiful beach
when your smile reflected off the waves
it was absorbed by the last drop of the full moon
the moon shedded one tear
beating drums bounced its path toward my beating heart
and the rhythm matched
your smile
the moon's tear
merged to my heart with a sound that only we could hear

From the brink of Agony comes Victory

Astros had a comeback victory tonight. Their first win of the season. There were 2 outs, nobody on, and a 3-2 count. One pitch and the agony of defeat sets in. Then, a walk. A flicker of hope. And anticipation builds. Hope and desperation mesh together to form some kind of cosmic precision. And, then everything goes right. We tie the game, and then get a 3-run homerun from Berkman and the win. Thus, this blog is inspired by the Astros.

From the brink of Agony comes Victory.

I wanted to delve deeper into this phenomenom. We as human beings hold something very precious. Hope. No matter where this hope is channeled, it is there. We are hot-wired with it. We cannot live without it. We may discount it, but it is still there.

My hope tonight was for the Astros to win their first game. And, even with 2 outs in the 9th inning, I was still hoping for the miraculous comeback. Well, we won!!! This is an incredible feeling. To somebody else, it may seem lame, or mundane, that I was so excited about this victory. However, after analyzing it, I found that my excitement came from recognizing the payoff of hope.

We hope for so many things and get let down so many times, but those times when things we hope for come true, we savor every ounce of it. It could be as simple as hoping for green lights all the way home, or an Astros victory. You cannot tell me that when something you hope for comes true, it is not sweet.

So, keep hoping and dreaming, because miracles will keep trudging their way through the agony.

Nonsense Running on Fumes

3/24/08 - Since I had an abnormal level of energy today, I thought I should try and tap into that last bit of energy before those lights fade down and I drift off into another day. So, where does the blog go from here. Well, I guess for some motivation, I will use Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz since it just got to that song on Demon Days. Meloncholy Town and the Infinite Sadness reminds me of those connections to Smashing Pumpkins and the endless connections of life itself.

So, my blog will now transform, thanks to Gorillaz and Feel Good Inc inspiration. A random search for my brain’s connections to the next thing the pops up...here we go.

I hear an echo like Ecco the Dolphin and Sega promotes Segram’s 7 which is sold in 7-11, so grab a Slurpee, and see the Synchronicity. Maybe you forget that the Police contains a Sting or that Roxanne is just a movie with Steve Martin and his big nose is in love with Darryl Hannah Barbara flapping her flipper at Splashtown with Tom Hank Williams the Third Rock and Roll from the Sunny Side up, please...my mind is scrambled.

And while these Gorillaz in the Midst show me Sigourney Weavers, I heard Dennis Hopper speaking of Monkees and the Daydream Believers will find the Pretenders or the Proclaimer will travel 500 miles just to be the man that will fall down at your door. Open Sesame Street. This Big Bird is singing a song and playing that Guitar that Gently Weeps for soft Lennons and Shopping Mc-Cart-Knees. Head and Shoulders. Dandruff. McGruff. D.A.R.E.

Wow, another Gorillaz song. DARE. See how this trick can bring you right back to where you started.

Our lives are perhaps like YoYos. Once we get a hold of it the right way, we can toss our lives out there and watch the amazing tricks unfold before our eyes. And sometimes our lives become tangled and those pesky knots won’t come undone. You have to take the time to work it out, get your string straightened out, wind your mind up, and let go. That invisible string that is your individuality.

Yo Yo Yo - It may be time to go - or before your feathers bow- please know - that although you reap what you sew - life goes on - and we are just pawns in the lawn of the progressive universe - inching our way to another day.

Fading to the sun of this S A N D Y D O M E - D E M O N D A Y S

Connections in Everything. Nonsense Running on Fumes.

Random Words

3/12/08 - My hands will now start typing random words. Hold on...Let me think...Ok...Almost got it...delicate spectators drove drivers through thorough burrows of sparrow sculptures guarded by vultures with no culture or virtue or vivor or saavy sayings for cravings of ravens thirsty for thirty ice cubed tubes filled with filaments containing plain grains of insane membranes located on the cypress hill we all know too well of wishes creating dishes of switches switching our direction to sections of questions surrounded by crowded shrouded clouds forming the shape of an observor’s mind passing its prime and in good time our rhymes will be worth less than a dime of nickels that buys four hundred pickles and while jalapenos relish their fate the ketchup will try talking sense into the mustard but it will be stubborn scorned and torn from the norm...cheers...everybody knows your name.

What's a blog?

3/12/08 - Ummm. Yeah. Blog. I am full. I just got back from Houston’s restaurant. My cousin very graciously treated me to a late birthday meal and said I had to try the burger. Fantastic. Am I blogging? How about a rant? Random rant coming at ya.....The smog of this blog is proportionate to the summation of its elevation. It is easy to apply equations to everyday situations because you can watch chaos tear them apart. Weeeeeee. Randomness. I love routine, but probably because I like all the differences smacked in between. That’s where you pick out the cool stuff. Like watching a movie you have seen a thousand times but pick up something new. Am I blogging? Does this fall into your category? How about another stupid sentence. I single handed-ly kept a entire Yoohoo chocolate drink machine in business in high school because I drank Yoohoo everyday. You can print that. No need keeping it to yourself.

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