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22 Apr
Filed under Thoughts, in the year 2008/
21 Apr
Or just my brain?
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I don’t know what I’m doing here
I waste my life in dreams I fear
What purpose is there staying near
There is no waiting ship to steer
In this sea of ceaseless babbling
The gibbering and jabbering
..badgering and bragging
To my ears it all seems baffling
I’ve long since shed MANY futile tears
My pleas for something said sincere
Yet mark my word, it’s still unclear
Perhaps I just need a fucking beer!
~fm
Filed under Poetry, in the year 2008/
20 Apr
I have a LOT of unfinished things so I thought since I don’t feel like making anything new, I would start finishing what I already have. I started this one about 2 months ago… I think.
Filed under Graphic Art, in the year 2008/
19 Apr
HMMMM …. My EYEBALL
Filed under Graphic Art, in the year 2008/
16 Apr
It’s too late for everything.
Nothing is real till it’s gone :(
Filed under Thoughts, in the year 2008/
Filed under Thoughts, in the year 2008/
Down in the world
of the ellipses…
The silence of
the patterns
of this life
settle big booms
that are QUITE
frightening…
Gonna build myself a fortress
Gonna lock a *few* dreams away
Gonna build myself a fortress
But I’ll be back again someday
Reality is the undercarriage
Where the dirt and mud puddles
in their union splash up
Everything else is built
on top of that reality through
circumstance and make-believe
No one cares to look at
the undercarriage, let alone
clean it up once in awhile
maybe they would see the
beauty under the dirt
Gonna throw sadness out my window
Gonna hug myself when I feel bad
Gonna lock away all the lonelies
For the things I’ve never had
We do what has to be done to
trick ourselves into happiness
We fake it till we make it
because life has to be lived!
But does that mean we just give
UP our own delusions to
replace them with the shared
delusions of the masses?
is that what happiness is?
To be stupid or purposefully blind?
Gonna feel the darkness of my shadow
Gonna keep my head up in the air
Gonna plant my feet in murky waters
As I feel the things I dare not share
One layer at a time gets put away
once addressed or said goodbye to
One pile for whats meant to keep
One pile you know eventually
you’ll have to get back to
Nothing ever goes away it just
adds to who we are in our world
of self and mass delusions picked
at and judged by living in a society
of self-hatred and shame for anything
thought different by another instead
of just living and not worrying if
there is ANYBODY who can get it right
because there is NO wrong or right it’s
just people living and breathing and
NEEDING a reason to get by in whatever
way makes them feel ALIVE so long as
they keep to tending their own gardens
and not trying to tend to yours unless
it’s a garden your sharing and this is
just one long run-on and poorly structured
sentence and who the fsck cares… right?
Gonna build myself a fortress
Gonna lock a *few* dreams away
Gonna build myself a fortress
But I’ll be back again someday…
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