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still in bible beater hell. it's been a weird day. within the past month 3 different people from different states have tracked me down to tell me what an impact i've had on their life. considering i haven't talked to any of them in 10 years, it was pretty damn cool. so, feeling nostaligic, i decided to call some people i also haven't talked in ages. first up, my friend shitbird. it was very theraputic. things didn't end so well, so when he was glad to hear from me, well, let's just say my heart soared. i think we'll actually keep in touch. next up, my friend dana from years and years and years ago. again, it was great to talk to her. when looking back, i realize that no matter how much people change, they're really still the same. and finally, ben. that was a strange conversation though. he thought i was a bill collector or someone whose girlfriend he had had sex with when he called so when i told him we'd never had sex and he didn't owe me any money, he was glad. still, it was an awkward and odd conversation all the way around. he said he'd call back to catch up, but he never returns phone calls, so i don't expect this one to be any different. it's good to know he's alive though. i think that's about all for now. i really need to start keeping up with this thing though. god knows there's nothing else to do in alabama.
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[25 Mar 2003|11:41am] |
Honesty married openness
And somewhere along the way
They bore a child
That child was the seed of happiness
That grew into a lifetime
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| autumn |
[20 Feb 2003|12:02pm] |
Welcome back old friend
I’ve missed your colorful discretions
Your shedding of leaves
Like an innocent Adam and Eve
From so long ago
The seasons change
But when you come round again
It’s always the same,
A brisk hello
When I press my cheek
To the cold window and I know
Old man winter is just around the corner
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| forever |
[20 Feb 2003|11:33am] |
If last night could last forever
I’d lay wrapped in your arms for a lifetime
Praying that the dawn will never come
And if all the stars fell from the sky
I’d deliver them to you one by one
Each wrapped in satin, sealed with a kiss
But the morning light will show the truth
And all the wishes in the world
Won’t change the way we are
The moonlight can’t shroud us forever
In hopes and dreams that shatter
With the rising of the sun
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| blahblahblahblah |
[07 Feb 2003|04:47pm] |
i've gone to the enemy. been posting on diaryland for a while. so much has happened. for such an uneventful life i lead, it never really seems to be boring.
cindy lauper is playing tonight- FOR FREE! hells yeah.
i've written a couple poems that i'll post soon. just gotta finish em' up. hello to everyone that i never talk to anymore. i guess i found the edge of the earth and dropped right off. funny, they said the earth was round, but what do they really know?
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| catbird calling |
[31 Oct 2002|09:18am] |
in the shadow of a lark
catbird calling
killing functionality
rendering the dream reality
silence is the seed
i dropped
grown now into a tree
shading from me
that which was lost
in a scream
catbird calling
versed in prose
to the height of climax
blindly they follow
the pied piper
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| RELEASED: Ngawang Sangdrol, Prominent Tibetan Political Prisoner |
[18 Oct 2002|10:37am] |
Ngawang Sangdrol, one of Tibet's most prominent political prisoners and the longest serving female political prisoner detained by Beijing, was released from prison earlier today. Sangdrol, 24, was not scheduled to be released until 2011.
First detained in 1987 at age 10 and again at age 13 when she spent nine months in detention without any formal charge, Sangdrol was again detained in 1992 for peacefully demonstrating against Chinese rule. After years of sustained international pressure, Ngawang Sangdrol was released today with nine years remaining on her sentence.
http://www.savetibet.org/Team/Team.cfm?ID=131&c=26
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| last night |
[24 Sep 2002|01:35pm] |
last night i lay in bed
still smelling you on my skin
sanguinely thinking ahead
to when i'd see you again
that gentle kiss from tender lips
lingers like love's token in my thoughts
and i find my mind slips
back to being held in your arms
you've brought a ray of sunshine
to my humdrum every day
i look forward to the next time
those blue eyes look my way
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| imaginary pen |
[02 Sep 2002|09:19am] |
my pen is like an imaginary friend
when i need it it's there
when i don't it waits till i come round again
it's always there to save my sanity
no matter how much time passes
always there to free me of my vanity
when i'm being lost to the masses
what a friend to have that will never judge
the only worry i may be wary of
would be my careless ink smudge
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| :rainbow: |
[02 Sep 2002|09:14am] |
twas the rainbow that lent thee all thy lovely hues
but never was there a rainbow more lovely than you
an inspriation pure of heart
to make my daily woes weigh not
with an angel's voice to carry me to heaven
you have seen life when i was just alive
god bless those eyes as bright as a summer day
and may the rainbow always be your way
(for mecca)
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| time |
[01 Sep 2002|12:33pm] |
never has a frown crossed this face
when i didn't wish it'd go away
but i have found to my dismay
that some people's disposition
will always be grey
once in a while a sweet smile escapes
brought on by a thought or memory
or maybe a glimpse of who i could be
i put in my time, earn my due
but most likely sooner than later
all of that work catches up to you
and then i'll be left looking back
at all the the happy times i didn't have
wishing the clock could be turned round
and more time to live could be found
the sands of time haven't caught me yet
but i know they're coming
and they'll be my death
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[14 Aug 2002|10:20am] |
jitter and jive
kickstarting the morning with some jump up
gotta get pumped up for the day
that's the only way
making the morning cruise with some tunes
music is the blood flowing through my veins
like the words i write it's what keeps me sane
my caffiene has kicked in
now i'm livin'
ready to start the day
like BK i'm gonna have it my way
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| something interesting for the cure fans out there |
[02 Aug 2002|12:13pm] |
ever hear the song lullaby? it came from a poem by mary howitt written in the mid 1800's, the spider and the fly
1 Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
2 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
3 The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
4 And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
5 Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
6 For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
7 "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
8 Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
9 "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
10 And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
11 Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
12 They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
13 Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do,
14 To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you?
15 I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
16 I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?"
17 "Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot be,
18 I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"
19 "Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise,
20 How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
21 I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
22 If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
23 "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say,
24 And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."
25 The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
26 For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:
27 So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
28 And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
29 Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
30 "Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
31 Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head;
32 Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"
33 Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
34 Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
35 With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
36 Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue --
37 Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last,
38 Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
39 He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
40 Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again!
41 And now dear little children, who may this story read,
42 To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
43 Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
44 And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.
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[01 Aug 2002|10:13am] |
wisdom murmer
folly grow
follow the serpent
wrap around me
feel me breathe
resentment creeps
deep into my veins
flowing with the tears of eve
desire leaving
slowly waking
another eden
false witnesses deceive
imagination's portraits recede
staking the lies
that ought not be
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[01 Aug 2002|09:51am] |
:poison:
the miles seem like years
and from here you're so far away
old friends like old habits
are so hard to let go
but they always stay close to your heart
waiting for a relapse
that coming day
when you open up and let them in
and the cycle begins again
is it love or addiction
weakness or obsession
that keeps us from keeping
these facades from crumbling
our bazaar outshines any farce
but under this immense empty sky
fiction would be a blessing
because then i could believe
that this was all a dream
and you a fanciful memory
caught somewhere between sleep and waking
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[01 Aug 2002|09:49am] |
sad little girl
could speak no kind
always quick to lash
with whatever came to mind
till one day she met
the end of them all
hopelessly enamoured
she began to fall
nothing to break
except bones and a heart
too late she realized her folly
fallen on cupid's poisoned dart
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[01 Aug 2002|09:47am] |
the rain is coming
i can hear the edge of the storm roaring
like a wall of water
soaking all that crosses its path
there's no keeping dry
when the thunder clouds
have made their mind
the storm is coming
the walls are rattling
someone has upset the sky
and under no pentinence
will the thunder subside
not until the wind has gust itself out
and the rain has run itself dry
will the sky return peaceful
and the sun sit high
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[01 Aug 2002|09:46am] |
i recycle people like plastic
but i think this polystyrene tree
with its leaves of inanimate glean
has taken it's last turn
not even a tree, it gives no life
but chokes the life from me
out with the old and into the cold
beneath these boughs
the sun never shines
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| my morning mantra wasted |
[31 Jul 2002|10:02am] |
my boughs have broken
my blooms have wilt
once a manicured garden
now a jungle filled
with wilderness
the passion has past
the pain has numbed my heart
once a willow
now a wanderer
carried by the wind
these years have laid on me
crushed the reality
back into my chest with each breath
this is not who i am
but it has become me
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| it's been a while, eh? here goes... |
[25 Jul 2002|10:28am] |
:a generation unattached:
with nothing to draw my head up to
i stand alone, my wounds compounded
by an ever-pressing desire to achieve
but no golden ring in sight
i hear the cries of a distant people
their pain washed away
with no blood on my hands
dreamless nights of slumber
like haute couture tailored to the bearer
we live alone in a global neighborhood
the pictures numbing our hearts
like novocain to an infected tooth
the world becomes bigger
we draw ourselves in tighter
surrounded by the things we love
and not the people
sacrificing our birthrights
for a trite promise
disillusionment comes in waves
the rebels titled and trendy
speak up, speak out, fade away
and we find ourselves facing
another blue sky on a grey day
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