Morning Depression

coldness fills the floor space
as I lift my heavy eyes
I quickly wash my face
and put on today's disguise

Outside await choices
of which I live in fear
inside my head so many voices
so many voices I can't hear


New Blog-The Constant Hum

So, I decided to make another blog, and it seems awfully appropriate, almost cosmically ordained.

It's called The Constant Hum

I intend this blog to be the complement to my poetry blog, the two blogs representing the two sides of my personality, diametrically opposed, yet fueling each others' growth.

The title comes from the way my brain works, it is CONSTANTLY whirring and humming away, trying to figure it ALL out. This blog will be where I have conversations with myself, and hopefully you, about issues I find important or noteworthy, or funny, or stupid, basically things I am thinking about, and I am ALWAYS thinking...


Chest Relief

you know the type?,
tell you how to life your life,
but hows theirs lookin?...
Im just tryin to find whats true,
wonderin what Im supposed to do,
and just between me and you
i dont believe in secrets...
and to be honest
it's hard to be real
with anyone but myself,
don't need no self help,
just self motivation,
acoustic instrumentation
and security from Annihilation..

thought i was done but i aint,
thought i could quit but i can't,
gotta get this shit off my chest,
lies, injustice, hate
and all the rest,
what are we doing
with this planet we share,
why doesnt anyone
act like they care,
take a second to ask
what you know is real,
when you figure it out
let me know how you feel,
too many people
not enough love,
moral integrity?
whats it made of?
love and truth,
beauty and freedom,
faith and hope
do we really need em?
they bring suffering
and disillusioned youth
and I can't help but wonder...
if ideals aren't popular illusions?...
neatly packaged and sold as truth

im just plain sick,
people think they understand
but they don't,
I try to let them be,
but they can't stand me...
they tell me to change but i WONT


We Are the Music Makers...

and we are the dreamers of dreams....

one of the scenes I like in Waking Life is one where the main character is walking next to a train and suddenly this guy pops out of the train and starts talking to him:

Man on the Train: Hey, are you a dreamer?
Wiley: Yeah.
Man on the Train: I haven't seen too many around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore. It's not dead it's just that it's been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I'm trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming, every day. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don't be bored, this is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. And things are just starting.


if you have not seen this movie do yourself a favor and savor it.
it can be downloaded free of charge from google vidoes at this link
Waking Life Download

or for your convenience you can watch it right over there >----->
...if you use firefox that is...if you use ie, you might
not be able to watch it here, but try anyway, if nothing happens
go watch it at google, or dont, but do...and then go
and download firefox, cuz internet explorer sux.


Do You Have The Time?

what good is a day
of a couple dozen hours,
when REM or J-O-B
steal sixteen sweetly
discrete time units
from me.

the remaining eight
I attempt to allot,
but ,O no, I forgot
to subtract time
in showers, shaving,
and caffeine consumption,

which provides the gumption
to pursue a new goal.
I'll unteach myself
time, blowtorch the chains
off this throbbing soul

put there by clocks,
and calender pages,
by the lengths of shadows,
and our various ages.

exposure to now
is the desired end,
and If I can unteach myself
I wanna teach a friend.