the rock that is time

truth's not absolute.
like how trees can lose their leaves
so too does it change.

I think if anything this is a generalization, and as to any such wide assumption there are exceptions to it. The Word of God would be an example of an absolute truth in my world and that of many other people, and outside of that there are not many other things so concrete and so defined. Sometimes I get an idea in my head and pursue it with a reckless abandon because I think, no, I know, that it is true, yet only to find after I have failed numerous times it is false and I was doing something wrong. Each man in his own world builds his own truths, and rarely can we find bridges between worlds that exist on a plane of mutual agreement.

five syllables

imagination.
you would be very dull if
i lacked on of these.


It's fun to make up stories for people you see walking on the street or just laying about crashed out on a couch in the library. I was just walking around today reading things and taking them in my brain was just firing off thoughts like the Governator and his cronies in Predator in the jungle and I think to myself now, how dull it would be to not have an imagination. I am grateful for it.

to the ends of the earth

my thoughts are a thrift store,
a collection of odd things,
few with much value.


on another note i will be belatedly celebrating my 50th post by enjoying a nice caffeinated beverage by myself tomorrow.
I am not one to place a lot of value on myself, but there are times when I think I am better than someone else. I see these guys chasing after girls that are way better than they are but at the same time I am like them. We are all drawn to things that are greater than us in any sense at all and attractions to the opposite sex are no different. I think it is a staple, like those in my back, something that holds loose ends together, this idea that someone else is better than yourself, that you are worthy of serving them and loving them but are honored to be loved in return. this manifests itself in all relationships in which the feelings are of mutual affection. How am I better than those other guys? My intentions of dating (or lack thereof)? The fact I'm in a four year college? I don't know. What I do know is that the personalities click.
My thoughts may be incoherent but I refuse to go back and change them because they make sense to me.

re di di di doo

butterflies flutter
trees are rooted in the ground
oh, i like fire!

I have problems paying attention in class even though I kind of want to learn because the classes I have are legitimately interesting.

tired

the weary beavers
crawled into their little dam
to call it a night.

the cape of no return

the fog slowly fades
as the morning sun rises.
still, nothing is seen.


I'm still home but already I'm starting to miss people and just going through people's online profiles and seeing their pictures makes me a bit sad that I cannot interact with them as I once did, I am now an online entity, a voice on a phone line. People know who they are, and I love them dearly, and you will be sorely missed.
However,

I am looking forward to the new faces and new places though.

shenanigans

when the smog's heavy
and the sun cannot be seen,
the trees cannot breathe.


Yes, punctuation can be bent as to make the meter requirements.

Currently there are 160 polaroid shots residing in my house, and I am very excited to see how they shall evolve.

There was also a very lovely dinner last night.

And beware, I might take a picture of you.

Business

"I cursed myself for being surprised, that this didn't play like it did in my mind."

Taken from a song but I thought it summed up well how I was feeling. Emphasis on was.
The URL at the end of this post will take you to a page that briefly chronicles some of the most important journeys in history, and it is a possibility that one day my name will be added to the list.

Hoooonk. the deep horn blows
over the cries of people.
The boat is leaving.

http://awesome.goodmagazine.com/features/011/Wanderlust/

ill?

I want to see the Aurora Borealis in PERSON. RIGHT NOW.

closetevilmastermind

I will keep walking
on the roads they keep paving.
will I enjoy it?

The answer is no, not always. The "they" in this can have many meanings. For me, it represents my parents and God. My parents want me to go to college (which coincides with what I want) and then there is the other plan of which I don't know too much about.
Debate on free will anyone? Just kidding. I choose not to go there. At least not this time. It's in the AM.
I'm a little anxious about leaving. I know that I'll be back in the area, but still. its quite symbolic in the area that I am now an independent (mostly) person because I am being bankrolled which sort of dictates what I do but not really but back to the point it feels weird that I won't be able to see certain people face to face so don't mind if I stare at faces this week i'm just trying to take everything in before diving into the pool and no it's not creepy considering the alternative is I just turn away and pretend I'm talking on a phone. It's actually polite to look people in the eye when talking with them. I have a tendency to look around which probably makes me look like a liar or something maybe a tweak not sure but I can get worked up around people and when I get in my car i just wonder wow why was I doing that i feel like I was very loud when in reality most people ask me to speak up because I mumble and kind of go on and on

In Response

to the reader comment on my last post, I would have to say, "Yes dear reader, I agree with you because fairs in general are giant voids in my humble opinion."
And I made my own round of thrift stores today because it seemed like a grand idea after I read about it in this great blog but didn't find anything for myself. And I got disk 4 of season 3 of the office from a nice Youth Pastor.


the bird is falling
after climbing from the nest.
but wait! it can fly.

aiiee.

dime for a dozen
cried the street vendor in vain,
and he sold the best.


I can't imagine having to make you day to day life selling things on the street to people that usually aren't too busy just scared to step out of their shells for once. one, i don't like the prospect of having to deal face to face with people to sell initially, two i would get bored sitting on the street like that and you can't really do something else but read maybe because then people might steal your stuff but I would be very well read because when i want I can crank through books.

505

the mountain lake rests,
basking in the morning light.
the waters are calm.


I have a lot to be thankful for and in no particular order:
Fantastic friends
family
faith
a path
no real direction
a brain.

wheeze

the train is moving
and the whistle is blowing.
it's time to move on.

and so in the story of my life, a certain chapter has finished, one wrought with much uncertainty and emotional stress but also a lot of excellent memories. Perhaps more will be written one day, but for now, it is closed.
Almost 12 days before I move out.

the prestige

alas it is no more and not to be for now or probably evermore

the wild flower,
if only for a season,
was lovely and pure.

I'm not sure what I did.

soft serve

above the soft fog
I awoke on a mountain.
then I descended.

camped out at the Willem's (sp) ranch for the night back in the hills and it was a lot of fun with lot of shooting stars and airplanes and great discussions and jokes

NYC YA DIG

the heart doesn't stop
so the blood's always flowing
and the city lives.

beaut

i can't think of a haiku right now but do you ever get the feeling that you missed a chance to see something truly beautiful? like it was there but you weren't paying attention to it?
My answer is yes.

flowers bloom each day
and despite no one watching,
they're captivating.

that took a few minutes so you can't call me a liar.

the boy who blocked his own shot

the trees are so close,
sunlight can't reach underneath
where the young ones grow.

different names for the same thing

the sound of nature
lulls the animals to sleep
but keeps men alert.


things can be interpeted in different ways by different people all in accordance to how they view the world. I, for example, like "emo" music but it does not mean i suffer from some sort of debilitating sadness. Similarly I listen to screamo, but it does not mean in any way that I am always angry and hate the world.



*(title by DCFC)