What do you see
Then you see me,
Just another blind eye
Or simply a passerby
That so courteously lets you lie;
Or am I,
That forgotten try,
That pain that so frequently sighs
The crier in the street
Shouting for a new direction.
What do you see,
When you see my face,
Is it that love
That trancends time and place
Is it a young man
Wrought with conviction,
Or am I a fiend
Rattled by addiction
Or am I nothing,
A glance,
Of air.
I wish that I could understand
I wish that I could comprehend,
That which lies within men's hearts,
And the shadows hiding in the soul.
I wish that I could find a place,
High, high, among the clouds,
Where life is beautiful and all are free,
Where no one casts an askew glance,
But this I know will never be,
And this I know I cannot change,
So I shall take life as it comes,
And drink the poor tea as the good,
I shall smile at the break of dawn,
And cry at every sunset,
I shall try to live my life,
With the courage to face the day,
No longer shall I hide my face,
Or shade it from the warming sun,
For 'tis the good that show t
Dancing across a sea of green wool,
White enclosed feet walk into the church,
Hand touching Mother's arm,
New Shoes,
New shirt,
And new silk tie,
They strut inside,
Dancing on the left,
There is a poor mother,
Standing proud yet broken,
She sees the rich families,
In their Easter best,
And begins to weep,
Dancing on the right,
Is a little girl,
Holding Mother's arm,
And sucking her thumb,
She sees someone crying,
A lady,
With her children,
And she runs off to help,
Her mother screams (of course, as mothers must ),
But she pays her no mind,
The girl says, "Come and sit with us,"
And the lady smiles, and begins to weep.
We walk along an aisle,
Filled with people,
Until we met each other,
Than nothing, silence,
We smiled and passed politely,
Our pink elephants trotting happily behind us.
And so as it appears to me,
Like a mirage on the water's edge,
That we are the same,
And this cannot change,
No matter how much we will it,
As tear drops fall like summer rain,
Warm, gloomy and wet,
So long as monarchs drag their great train,
In search of a better home,
For eons pass in a single tick,
A single tock of the cosmic clock.
Hello,
Goodbye,
A universe contained in two words,
With infinite distances stretched point to point,
Love, Romance, Tears, Death,
All simply pigments on the palate of time,
The greenest green, The most earthen brown,
All but shadows of the canvas's glory.
Of the dots of fire,
That inhabit the sky,
Let the years come,
As people try to comprehend them.
Hello,
Goodbye,
A universe contained in two words,
With infinite distances stretched point to point,
Love, Romance, Tears, Death,
All simply pigments on the palate of time,
The greenest green, The most earthen brown,
All but shadows of the canvas's glory.
Of the dots of fire,
That inhabit the sky,
Let the years come,
As people try to comprehend them.
We walk along an aisle,
Filled with people,
Until we met each other,
Than nothing, silence,
We smiled and passed politely,
Our pink elephants trotting happily behind us.
And so as it appears to me,
Like a mirage on the water's edge,
That we are the same,
And this cannot change,
No matter how much we will it,
As tear drops fall like summer rain,
Warm, gloomy and wet,
So long as monarchs drag their great train,
In search of a better home,
For eons pass in a single tick,
A single tock of the cosmic clock.
Dancing across a sea of green wool,
White enclosed feet walk into the church,
Hand touching Mother's arm,
New Shoes,
New shirt,
And new silk tie,
They strut inside,
Dancing on the left,
There is a poor mother,
Standing proud yet broken,
She sees the rich families,
In their Easter best,
And begins to weep,
Dancing on the right,
Is a little girl,
Holding Mother's arm,
And sucking her thumb,
She sees someone crying,
A lady,
With her children,
And she runs off to help,
Her mother screams (of course, as mothers must ),
But she pays her no mind,
The girl says, "Come and sit with us,"
And the lady smiles, and begins to weep.
I wish that I could understand
I wish that I could comprehend,
That which lies within men's hearts,
And the shadows hiding in the soul.
I wish that I could find a place,
High, high, among the clouds,
Where life is beautiful and all are free,
Where no one casts an askew glance,
But this I know will never be,
And this I know I cannot change,
So I shall take life as it comes,
And drink the poor tea as the good,
I shall smile at the break of dawn,
And cry at every sunset,
I shall try to live my life,
With the courage to face the day,
No longer shall I hide my face,
Or shade it from the warming sun,
For 'tis the good that show t
What do you see
Then you see me,
Just another blind eye
Or simply a passerby
That so courteously lets you lie;
Or am I,
That forgotten try,
That pain that so frequently sighs
The crier in the street
Shouting for a new direction.
What do you see,
When you see my face,
Is it that love
That trancends time and place
Is it a young man
Wrought with conviction,
Or am I a fiend
Rattled by addiction
Or am I nothing,
A glance,
Of air.
Driving home this cold Christmas night
only 2 things are absolutely clear to me;
The moon directly above me
shining lunar light on the world below,
and the silhouette of the mountain before me
Arriving at my house,
I slowly get out of my car
and with a curious stare that could only be directed towards Heaven
I look up
And amazed at what I see I wonder if you can see the same;
a full moon be it
creating a perfect circle of reflected light onto me
through nothing more than a thin film of fog
I begin to wonder if you are experiencing the same thing
If you are looking to the sky overhead
If you are surrounded by the pale light of t
Hello,
Goodbye,
A universe contained in two words,
With infinite distances stretched point to point,
Love, Romance, Tears, Death,
All simply pigments on the palate of time,
The greenest green, The most earthen brown,
All but shadows of the canvas's glory.
Of the dots of fire,
That inhabit the sky,
Let the years come,
As people try to comprehend them.
Current Residence: In the lair of puff the magic dragon Favourite genre of music: World Music Favourite photographer: Austin Young Favourite style of art: Minamalism Operating System: What does it matter... ultimately Favourite cartoon character: Mickey Mouse Personal Quote: I think it's beautiful, of course, I could stare at tinfoil all day.
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dalí
Favourite Movies
He Died with a Felafel in his Hand, Ma Vie en Rose, It's My Party, El Bola, Citizen Kane, others...
It is so odd running across remnants of your past self. Situations and sadnesses that had long been forgotten decide to rear their faces. Where you used to walk when you wanted to hide from your parents. Your dogs. Your friends and tormentors. Yet this is it. This is you. It is sometimes dificult to believe, but it s you! Or is it. Are we at this moment? Are we in the past? Are we in a state of future lookingupon/forgetting the past?
Shanti.
Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's ok to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings
Something in the way
I just got Nivana's Nevermind album, and I swear it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard in my short existance on this earth.
Every 3 years the orchestra I'm in takes a trip to Europe. Last year they went to Italy (they were going to Spain but in light of recent events there they had to reschedule). So basically I have to raise $3000 in 2 years and my senior year I'll be going to Oslo, Estonia and St. Petersburg. I've learned that food is really, really cheap in Estonia. I think I'm going to try for $500 spening money if I can manage it. It's a lofty goal, but I have time.
That's all for now oh my droogs.
Encanto