Is There A Point To All This?

i couldn't help myself
i missed her touch
i was tired of looking down that street
just to see if her car was there
after so long i made the phone ring
why
i knew there wasn't a point
soon i learned there was a point indeed
we still had our love
we still had our kiss
we still had our touch
but alas
that wasn't the point at all
as the days when on my joy grew
but with every fruit that isn't taken in
it tends to rot, and go sour
suddenly the hurt set in
suddenly the pain grew
now... we're getting to the point
as the anger starts to reveal itself
i question is this what i really want
i question is this love what i really need
i feel i'll forget myself if i love her more
i make the comparisons from then to now
i'm starting to understand the point
the philosophy Dogen said all those years ago
"There is no past, there is no future, and when you become conscious of the present, it has become the past."
remember the past
reflect on the past
but don't live in the past
and... don't try to hold on to the past as if it is right now
that's what she is
that's what the point is
Leave the past.... the past.

Flip Of The Flop

Last week I had a place to go
Now here I sit I do not know
There were keys that opened doors
I used to wonder under floors
The needles buzzed and ink flowed
I felt this was the only way to grow
As time went on I found myself lost
A robot a tool maybe even a prop
Today my heart aches and my mind misses
Days ago my heart broke but I remember the hisses
I wish it went another way or not at all
but what's left to say when you're forced in the corner

pinned against a wall

Cold Revolution

here i sit wondering what tomorrow will bring
fist break on the door knob ring
my knees buckle with a single twitch
the cold isn't kind
maybe i should've wore different pants
i tell you i love you but there's no reason
maybe it's not the season
valentine's is just around the corner
call the coroner
my disinterest grows
i must walk away now
for there is no future to be

My Morning Shit: Higher Breed

i hear the things that you're doing
the tings and tangs, clashes and bangs
i can't wait till it's over
then i can breathe normally again
it's okay
just another step
another step forward
the other night i asked myself
maybe i go through this shit every day
because i'm of a higher breed
that's it
i'm a higher breed
stand up straight
close your eyes
put your arms out and release the negative energy
put your arms down and look around
and with a grin realize
you are a higher breed

Well... I guess I'll use this thing... Is the SG Blog even usefull? Anywho... I'll write some shit before bed. I have really wanted to join SG for a long long time. Since I was 18... So I'm now 24 and here I am. About fucking time I suppose. Ever since I was a little kid, all I ever wanted to do was be a successful musician. I didn't understand what successful meant until I ran out of the drive not to be in bands anymore. I am successful... I don't need an album or tour to make me feel like I've made it. I write and play the music I want to play. Doing what you want in life makes you successful. So now I do tattoo's, and also I am a sushi chef. If you ask me, that stuff is way cooler than being in a band...

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Whooha!!! For now.