Monday, July 28, 2008

A Double Take

A Phone Call
Give me a call,
            Sometime,
      in your lifetime,

But before,
             either of us,
  Kicks the bucket,

       or
            we'll regret,
      the moments of silence,

       or
    simply forget,
        each others existence.

Plan B
Nothing ever goes as planed,
           That's why were all ready,
to lend a helping hand,

For together we fight our bouts of trouble,
                    For together we can fight this on the double.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Creator

Writers cramp,
Writers block,
are problems you'll endure,

Pick me up,
the yellow standard,
octogon for your fingers,

Creation has its price on me,
just carve my wooden casing,

Anal retentive writing whores,
Write thought until completion,

The letters expand,
My head is dull,
But yet I shall continue,

Break me in half,
and share with your neighbor,
For I am your creator,

Smudge the words,
With the end of my wand,
Wiped,
Then blown away,

These mistakes,
are nothing,
but food for a vacume,

Now when i've grown old,
and passed away,
Treat my brothers,
the very same way,

For seventy-two of us,
were born togeather,
We shall be known,
as number two forever.

An Icy Coffin

A car is buried,
Under snow and ice,
With moonlight,
Seeping though,

Inside,
The radio is silent,
But glowing,
Green,
Awaiting instructions,

A hand reaches,
Forward,
a soft click,

Slowly,
Turning the knobs,

Searching,
is the only option now,
For the dead mans,
Last song,

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Two at a Time

Insane Asylum
Doing what you do,
         Is hard to do,
     When everyone else,
 Is crazy,

Knowing what to do,
                       Is hard to do,
           when everything else,
       makes you crazy.

Friends Think Together
What are we going to do?
           we'll find out in a second or two,

                so don't just sit there,
like you haven’t a clue,

or came down with,
          a case of the blues,

Lets think of something!

Friday, July 25, 2008

Segment

            segment your lives,
       with different faces,
    locked them away
in different places,

My mind is storing,
           my thoughts,
        about you,
 But its all queued up,
for the morning deletion,

recalling the days,
of past mistakes,
      re-living them all,
            an afternoon haze,

by dispatching,
my blocking signals,
          I forget,
the nighttime riddles.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Cause

Prison
Jail,
Is not built,
for the man,

Instead,
its a holding cell,
for the lost cause.

Solder
Power,
In its absolute form,
is a solder,
sent by county,

to carry out,
the bidding,
of rulers,

These,
civilized people,
resolve there differences.

By suppressing,
the weaker populations,

Against their will,

In order,
To bind,
the causes,
every nation,

For they fight,
to unite.

A Goodnight

The candle is burning,
as my mind is turning,
deep in the darkness of night,

As it burns brighter,
the forest turns quieter,
silent in the darkness of night,

The stars twinkle softly,
orbiting so slowly,
shimmering in the darkness of night,

The moon pulls its cover,
as the clouds become it's lover,
sleeping till the twilight of night.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Be Careful

I am not,
the smartest egg,
in the carton,

but if you didn't notice,
we all taste the same,
when we crack.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Reality or Life

I had a conversation with a co-worker the other day about the following message:

Floating in the empty space of reality.

It sparked a discussion that lasted about an hour and a half we discovered a few things...

We first discussed what reality was, and i got stuck on the fact that reality can't exist were not here. His point of view was some realty is always present even if were here or not.

I tried to come up with some rules for reality to exist. This is what i came up with:
There has to be a world/place where people call home,
There has to be atoms/molecules following rules,
There has to be evolution both mentally and physically of the atoms,

But his point went to the sense of reality always existing whether there is anything present or not. In a way reality sounds like something is always in control of us if it always exists, like someone is analyzing our every move... We touched base on the religious implementations of the discussion but decided not to venture into that realm

We continued to bicker back and forth for a while, before i gradually realized his definition of reality was basically my definition of life.. So i had to define reality as the human definition of life and I brought up the point of virtual realities where we create a create all the rules and understand the system of life that is present.

To counter my way of thinking my co-worker went into art and described life as the black and white phase of life.. Reality as the shades of grey in between, and while they don't exist all the time, they do for short periods of time thus making reality exist for a little while until a problem has a proper resolution...

So in my conclusion if we did not exist then no one would be able to analyze reality and that's life. or is that reality? Is everything all black and white or also grey? Its a conversation i would of liked to have further but we had work to do, and that's just the reality of life.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Worthless Points

I ask You,
         Once Again,
Why are we Keeping Score?

For I live to see the day,
        When our money,
burns away,

          Just to keep us,
                 warm.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

How Imagination and Life Co-Exist.

Like any other story,
A location must be picked,
A set of characters chosen,
And a plot to be decided.

However for a stories perception,
A period or periods of time,
In the author life,
Combine with imagination,
To turn a simple book,
Into a lively tale,

This is genuinely,
How we are able,
To describe visions of a different world,
coherently to ourselves,

Now from this single outlook,
we share it amongst our peers,
and if found worthy enough,
Printed,
and re-imagined over and over again,
In a completely different minds,

where the authors ideas,
are reflected into the lives,
Of the readers,

And the assignment,
Of defining characteristics,
Rivets across society,

Different Cities,
Become your Rome,
Your Paris,
Your New York,

Different Couples,
Become your Adam and Eve,
Your Romeo and Juliet,
Your Parents or Your Friends

Different Situations,
Become your Comedy’s or your tragedy’s.

The unimaginable becomes tangible enough,
For us to each comprehend,
Our own imagination,
In someone else’s perception.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Bliss

The saying,
Ignorance is bliss,
is beautiful,

because in this life,
nothing matters,
in the end.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Earth to humans

Hello Humans,
I just want to say,
That were spinning helpless,
In outer space,

We travel round,
A burning ball,
of fire,

Cooking our perfect mixture,
Of greens to blues,

But don't worry,
Relax,
Were All Just Floating through Empty space.

Summertime

A window,
Is nothing,
without a fan,
in summers swelter,

Monday, July 07, 2008

A Life Lost to the Ages

I exist because I write,
my thoughts,
placing them in a fragile time capsule,
forever,

And as ages pass,
My ideas will lie dormant,
Never to be refined,

my skull will decay,
and I will be slowly buried
beneath the sand of time,

Eons pass now and I am found in a new age,
Where unexpectedly a soul will reach for me,
and wonder across my mind,

To catch a glimpse,
of my demon.

And I will say to you,
Look into my soul,
and breath my words,
amongst the living,

For your living in,
the decadent wake.

Air

         I don't care,
About the air,
      
     So lets breath in,
             Before this poison,
                    Settles in.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

A pirates life

Steal booty when your young,
So when your older,
Your children can collect,
The bounty on your head.