funny to me the irony there are no colors, just one light split from itself cascading hues colors, all seeking home  

when i want to play games, i go online and log into the one i choose to play and i play it. i’m not much for the games that people play in the day to day world. i’m not much for the power games, the etiquette games, the tit for tat games.

you know how sometimes, long after a moment has passed, you think up something that you might have said, wished you’d said, or done? and how annoying it feels to feel as if you missed the chance? well i had a dream last night that seemed to have that sense of things in mind.

  he questioned me on the matter are there really that many words for the color i thought he knew after all he sings them

tepid waters sleepy leaning father’s hands protecting, loving dive into life bathysphere going deep close to bone

i thought to set my “first” sonnet here, but it isn’t ready yet. so, instead, i will ramble about what a glorious day i’ve had.

you ever have people in your life who constantly do hurtful or harmful things and never quite seem to ‘get’ they they are doing so? you know the ones, they always look surprised when you tell them that they’ve hurt your feelings. they always want to argue with you…. as if you must justify to them how and why they hurt or harmed you…. as if your feelings alone are never good enough to be factored in or considered.

i have labored for some time under the weight of despair for certain aspects of my life that simply do not seem to be changing. trying to shrug off years of events and history as the illusion i know them to be and finding myself hamstrung by inability to do so.

i have labored for some time under the weight of despair for certain aspects of my life that simply do not seem to be changing. trying to shrug off years of events and history as the illusion i know them to be and finding myself hamstrung by inability to do so.

Listen (mp3) Every morning, I put it on I walk outside, and I am gone And I don’t seem to mind anymore I can’t think what it was like before I wore it all the time Oh, oh, oh In the evening, I take it off But there’s another one underneath And I can’t seem to find the bottom of the stack I might just lose my mind and never get it back But at least I’ll get inside Oh, oh, oh At least I’ll get inside Oh, oh, oh, oh There’s a feeling that I get sometimes It’s so […]