Crazed and Dazed

How do you know
when you know it came?
and know how to when it comes.
Fight your loss
and lose the fight
No struggle will utter a word
No mouse will peep
Go home
go home.
You're where you belong.
Surrounded by love
That's all you need.

Not just, NOT JUST!

Not just love you need!

Just love you say, but

Why the heresay?

You need the love,

Oh yes that too.

But just alone

won't get you through

Money and talent,

And some other stuff like shoes

Not just love, I say

That's rubbish, I'll sue!

Gems In The Rainbow

Lost in the spiral of life

When you're truly and utterly lost

Lost without a way.

Not a clue where to go

Not a hint to light your way

No one to guide you in this world.

Not a clue

Not a one

Not even someone at home

No hope

No shame

No angles in the heavens to cry

Nobody knows you

They can't help you

YOU can't help you.

Utterly alone

lost

terrified.

Watching

Here I am, watching everyone travel the world,

while I sit at home all alone

Waiting. Wondering.

Hoping for the best

part in this ultimate test.

Fate.

Oh

Why oh my what a 

lonely road?

Shoes and bottles all

scattered through

Yes, I'll take one, but 

more will have do.

Love and luck,

and talent too!

Coloring my world

In a sea full of energy, 

In my world of apirations

How do I choose?

How do you choose?

Just pick up a needle

and toss it in the Hay.

Lost forever,

But never really lost.

Its close to your heart,

spilling out its joy.

Full and filled with passion and ambition

In a few years, in just little awhile

You'll find that needle,

You'll find the right path

And you'll neve rregret having chosen that needle,

that Hay stack,

and that life.

And in other news, Looks like guys have finally realized how awesome colors are :)

Origin of Life History and Future in a Nutshell

When lands collide, things die.

When meteors fly, dinos die.

when ashes rise, Ice ages ties.

In the end

In the all,

We come by and by

And they die.

Then we die.

Bye.

Flaunt my Fortune

Nice pictures, but why?

What's so different between you an me?

Are you richer? Buy nicer clothes?

Do you have better taste?

Maybe you look prettier than me.

Or is it because I play sports and get more scarred and bulky?

Perhaps it's simply because you're naturally elegant and femine.

What does that make me?

Where does that put me?

No.

No no no no no no...

Let me straighten this out for you.

I'm not poorer,

I do not have poorer taste in fashion.

I'm as beautiful as you,

and I'm not flawed and or clumsy.

The only difference between you and me?

I don't flaunt my fortune.

I don't wear make-up to cove up.

Jewelry to me is not just to look pretty.

My taste is no better nor worse than yours

And I'm just as beautiful as anyone else out there.

The only reason I look average compared to you?

I don't flaunt my fortune.

Sure, you may wear that T-shirt - 

  once a week.

Maybe to show people you're down to earth and average like us -

  but you're not.

You may joke with us, hang out with all social groups, befriend even the most unpopular kid in town -

  just for appearances

In the end, you're as fake as Paris. Or even __.

You will never be like me.

I see a project coming on...

Nonsense

You couldn't've meant

what you meant when you said

you'd say it again

when again and again you wanted to mend

ammends that you'd broken in end

at the end of the game

in game with a name

you were aiming to gain

somethin' a bit insane 

Like A bit O' Gold.

Like a jacket or coal.

Or just a satchel of mold.

Yes, ma'am. I make no sense.

But what else good is school for?

Plain foil and Nail Splatter

Splatter nails

foil duckling...

foil lizard...

foil lizard butt...

Once Was

Out

admist it all

we see what we want,

and we want what we see.

Eternity with careless love and joy

Forgotten

Oh, the ones out there

They call and call, but to no avail

Once

Once in a very blue moon,

Yet not as blue as you’d think

They are heard

Over on this side

Long

And oh so lost

And overwhelmed

They cal and call

Cries in the night

Whispers in the day

Afraid of themselves

In the open sun

Afraid He’ll hurt

Those

The innocent

They come out,

Slowly

Closely

They want our acceptance

They call and call, but rarely to

The ones they loved so dearly

Until we become them

Apart of them

And we’ll one day call and call

To no avail

Cries in the night

Whispers in the day

Lovers

Lovers

There are only lovers

No true loves or others.

Starcrossed or coincidental or spontaneous

Lovers are lovers.

We will never find true love

It does not exist.

Not now, not ever.

Love is only as love is,

But yet, we make it out to be
A phenomenon beyond scientific explanation

Beyond words

Beyond feeling

Metal

Stinging metals.

Bitter metal.

What does it taste like?

Smells like?

What could you use to describe it?

Nothing. Metal is metal.

It's dull and without emotion.

void of feeling, cold to the touch.

Forboding and unforgiving.

reprimanding of all who abuse it.

So why do we all know

from such a young age,

the taste of metal?

Sad.

Penniless

Remember from my very first blog post I said I'd try to get a penny tiled floor?

       I wasn't kidding. Here's my collection so far!

FOOD!

Screaming Chinese Pancakes

Fruit and Spaghetti Fun!

Beans on Tostitos!

Mummy Finger food!

Brakes

You are the brakes in my car.
Burning and glowing dim in the dark Unders
You toil and wear until one day you break.
You need constant care,
a maintenance thing, they say.
Why do I bother?

Alas, you are the brakes in my car,
the one that cares for me,
enough to pace my thoughts.
You toil away until the day,
you're outdone your share.

I thank you, for you truly are the brakes in my car.

Love's Away on a Holiday

Love's Away on a Holiday

Those days, our memories

The seamless past.

Dancing giddy and gay through the trees.

Flawless in its beauty

Beatless, patternless.

Arbitrary in itself.

Who knows.

What I do know is that this can’t be it.

It can’t all just end here.

We have so much to live for,

If not today, then tomorrow.

My summer's day

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

All hot and gay?

Muggy and sweaty,

Heat strokes and stings of a bee.

Where for art thou?

So radiant like a sun

The one that glares upon us

in the late afternoon, and thus

Forcing us forever indoors
to waste the summer days
rotting away.

Humid air, frizzy hair,

Helpless, the weary child.

Oh, shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Suffocatingly dry,

With droughts and floods,

All over the world.
Why oh why

My oh my, what a variety of scenes

To enjoy.