Our eyes may cross paths


I like how we got where we are,
I look forward to where we will be
Our eyes may cross paths,
Journeys travelled upon the spine
Of American dreams and schemes

I like where you lay your head
I look at the imprints left by you
Our eyes may cross paths,
I took the summit to see the belly
Of where we all came from

I like the way you part your lips
I look for the water to wet them
Our eyes may cross paths
Just a smidgen of thoughts
Like the rivers that douse the soul

Walking around the town two by two

See them marching

Smell the air

The Summer is the sky

Why would anyone want to be anywhere else? Life is grand- feel free from all those self made shackles

The lie is life itself.

still stuck here, but that is only because my apt in vancouver has not opened up yet,,,,should be there as soon as possible.

I am sitting at a wireless spot right now. I have finally prepped to leave for the coast and I shouold be there in the next couple of weeks. Closing a store is much harder than one might think it is. I have learned a lot more in the past few weeks than I did in the past year (though that was a great learning experience.) I hope all is well with everyone else....hope to see you coast people soon enough.

C'mon and rescue me ....

somedays I feel so lost, I know that I am leaving here in a few weeks...yet there is so much to do...and I fear that amount that needs to be done, everyday I get a little closer to leaving here...there is not much left to pack, there is not much left to close off in this space.

I just hope that what I am doing is right...it still scares the crap out of me...perhaps that is why i have been delaying on it.

My arm is on fire, it feels the need of a good razorblade washing...weird. This has not happened in a long time...but it is almost craving it.

I need to update more often.

I also need more sleep....didn't get any last night.

I will update this very soon, and i thank all of you who left comments...I will try to get to them after.

but...

a big thank you to Panda....that was very nice of you.

On Valkries backs

There are days when even angels cry
On those rare days the skies shudder
With disdain seen for the gift
Lifted from below
The fallen must once again rise
On horseback and trodden
They must raise their arms
Let the nirvanas take over
March into the oncoming
Horizontal rain of fire
The piercing is warmth
Felt from in to out
The ground’s emerald turns ruby
These few weak and afraid
Show courage even in downfall
For butterfly women shall carry
Take their souls to Valhalla
It is not a flight for the non-valiant.
Heroes.
Not a word they would use
To them it was the thing to do
When we pray at night it is to them
The proudest men ever
They carried the future
Shown that it’ll rise
No false deity having won
No chapel of a millennia
A promise for life.
Nothing less or more.

Random thoughts of the day:

If what every man says is true, then should I believe that sky is falling down on us soon?

Come over a little bit more, just a scouch over.

All we want to do is be happy.

All we should do is come together, and raise the glasses towards happiness.

All endings to cruelty, all beginnings to cheer

I am who I am.

Let the mind relax and play.

Ahhh, just one life, one moment with a smile.