Been a long while...
Was wondering who was kind enough renew my subscription to SG after so long....?
Thanks!
Was wondering who was kind enough renew my subscription to SG after so long....?
Thanks!
A Waking Dream
like the names of God
the names imprinted upon my heart
her names
all that she comprises
cannot be spoken
as rain
shifts
and pools from the clouds
drenching the cooled air
and dancing short steps
upon her roof
as she lies
half asleep
half awake
her breathing soft upon my cheek
here essence, sweetness enmeshes my pores
my eyes release hold
and my focus
strengthened
closed
my sight is clearer
clear
illuminated
her sight
burned forever behind the lids of my
undeserving and inadequate eyes
her touch
scent
tastes
sound
sight
encompassing and embraced
realty shifts
my eyes sealed
my sight clear
reality shifts and blurs
as life and dream merge
reality a waking dream
love
life, a waking dream
like the names of God
the names imprinted upon my heart
her names
all that she comprises
cannot be spoken
as rain
shifts
and pools from the clouds
drenching the cooled air
and dancing short steps
upon her roof
as she lies
half asleep
half awake
her breathing soft upon my cheek
here essence, sweetness enmeshes my pores
my eyes release hold
and my focus
strengthened
closed
my sight is clearer
clear
illuminated
her sight
burned forever behind the lids of my
undeserving and inadequate eyes
her touch
scent
tastes
sound
sight
encompassing and embraced
realty shifts
my eyes sealed
my sight clear
reality shifts and blurs
as life and dream merge
reality a waking dream
love
life, a waking dream
i been lookin' at my shadow,
i been watching the colors up above
lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
rolling through the rain and hail,
looking for the sunny side of love
- bob dylan / dirt road blues
situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
and i could be another fool or an exception to the rule
you tell me the morning after
crooked spin can't come to rest
i'm damaged bad at best
she'll decide what she wants
i'll probably be the last to know
no one says until it shows and you see how it is
they want you or they don't
say yes
- elliott smith / say yes
how terrible and brief was [your] desire of [me]!
how difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid
the rustling belt of hte sea girdles the shore.
cold stars heave up, black birds migrate
desreted like the wharves at dawn.
only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
oh farther than everything. oh farther than everything.
it is the hour of departure.
-pablo neruda / a song of despair
in song and sound and written word I am expressed
unable to express my self
in song and sound and written word
and i dream
unable to realize my dream
unable to make real my dream
and i live
unable to live
unable to realize I live
and unable to make my life real
(4.1.05)
i been watching the colors up above
lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
rolling through the rain and hail,
looking for the sunny side of love
- bob dylan / dirt road blues
situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
and i could be another fool or an exception to the rule
you tell me the morning after
crooked spin can't come to rest
i'm damaged bad at best
she'll decide what she wants
i'll probably be the last to know
no one says until it shows and you see how it is
they want you or they don't
say yes
- elliott smith / say yes
how terrible and brief was [your] desire of [me]!
how difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid
the rustling belt of hte sea girdles the shore.
cold stars heave up, black birds migrate
desreted like the wharves at dawn.
only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
oh farther than everything. oh farther than everything.
it is the hour of departure.
-pablo neruda / a song of despair
in song and sound and written word I am expressed
unable to express my self
in song and sound and written word
and i dream
unable to realize my dream
unable to make real my dream
and i live
unable to live
unable to realize I live
and unable to make my life real
(4.1.05)
Rx: its so strange how things in life are... one day you're sad.. then next you're happy... then you're back down again...
I agree. Life is strange. Life can be a very beautiful thing, when you sit back and allow it to be. But some days you are happy without explaination, and somedays you are sad or angry with out explainations. There are other days, when you are a mixture of the two, on one part you are happy, another sad, and you feel as if you want to throw up. This is where I am at right now. I feel as if I want to throw up, partially because of how happy I am, and partially because of how fucking miserable I am. Fuck, time to sleep.
Rob: Should I bolt every time I get that feeling in my gut when I meet someone new? Well, I've been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I've come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.
Rob: The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don't wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.
High Fidelity Rocks
Rob: The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don't wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.
High Fidelity Rocks
I did not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.
Chuang Tse
Name change - may be temporary - Oneiros
Chuang Tse
Name change - may be temporary - Oneiros
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend... I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
Destruction, Brief Lives, Sandman
Destruction, Brief Lives, Sandman
Only the Phoenix rises and does not descend.
And everything changes.
And nothing is truly lost.
And everything changes.
And nothing is truly lost.
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