Friday, November 04, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
its strange really. you are her adam. so this in effect becomes the sober little story
of adam and eve. a faulty eve. an equally faulty adam. and hence the world would have died. so luckily, its just
one set god put out there that is like that. there are others. normal ones. which have their faults.
but then their faults are smaller. for one, they know whats right for them and whats not. they know that
cheating is not right and complementing each other is. they know that to solve problems all you really need
to do is talk it out. when one knows you better than you know yourself you freaking listen. for if
you dont, you tend to screw up adam and eve. and thats no small deal. or isn't it? its just adam and eve.
its just happiness. its art. the art of staying alive. of staying alive and not being lonely. if only she
understood. but she doesn't. so there was only one solution. you kill each other. or wait she would say
no to even that. so you do whats right. you kill her. its easy really. you pull the trigger and one part
of you dies. now for the other part. you are equipped for at least five others even if you are using an old
revolver so that is not a problem. so you pull the trigger again. and you die. and then god stands before
you and asks. did you do whats right? what do you say?
how the fuck would i know? i wanted out of the misery. her misery. my misery.
you didnt belong together in the first place he says.
so why the hell did u make us adam and eve you moron?
or now will you say we did that? no wait. i did. you only just watched us didn't u?
had fun? well i hope you did cause i aint living again. thankyou god. you showed me the beauty of life.
and showed me, that i didnt even want to live it. i owe you man. so here is your reward! your life back.
no thankyou you can keep it. so long.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
I wander like a ghost at night
Over sleeping rose gardens and orchards alike
In search of what’s meant to be
For you, and for me.
I take in the sights,
Cozy, sleepy and bright
As I walk past I see
There never was a you and me
It takes a piece of me this night
and I give it all away in the name of peace and fight
As it gets darker I begin to see
Why you are the you and I, I am just plain old me.
It gets easier at day
When work keeps your thoughts at bay
But as darkness falls I fail to flee
Back from the chapter of you and me.
In the midst of chaos there is light
And eventually I take flight
But in the end it all comes back
The pairs made and braid on the shoe rack.
It seems easy to be so light
The solace of being right
But righteousness lies in the wrong
As I whisper to you ever night forlorn.
It takes two to tell this tale
Without clay there is no shale
I walk by you unnoticed
Trespassing swift and brisk
I wonder if I someday I may wake you
But as I stare I would rather wait my turn in your queue
As you sleep in peace
I linger to be that beds crease
So I walk by
Persistent, broken and shy
And then every time I see you in the mirror
I beg to be alive
If only wishes came true
We could be one, we could be through
But that would not be right
And hence alone I walk at night
Across fields across mountains
Through glaciers and through fountains
You walk and I walk alone
The cold distantness aching to the bone.
so this friend said a title would limit it. when i try to think of what inspired this i remember a million things. so shes part right. but then all the same isn't a name something that anything alive must be given? what do you think?
and while you are at it suggest a name huh? heres a good one an angel suggested-
The Night Wanderer