Get nostalgic about that blonde girl who was once captivating on a personal level but now it appears she is more of a ghost or a giant. Something intangible and so far away. Just like I will become in a sense. I don't have the golden brown tan washboard where my stomach should be. I don't have the blonde hair as well. The perfume scented eyes and the smile that spans across an ocean or two. Clean up the act. You are foreign and sexual deviance is totally fine over there. Crawl back, cradled closer to the fire in a beach house at ocean shores. We could chew salt water taffy, go-cart or run into the ocean straight. See how many strides we can take until our shoes get wet. I predict infinite. The world is full of surprises. I'm still a child and so are you. My breath is still taken away when I learn something new. There are so many specialists and so many subjects. Indefinite literature on the shelves. The stacks deep in the catacombs of public college libraries. Too hot and central for there to be any threat of outside influence. No revolution will be heard from that deep... We chase these elements, these huge and intangible demons of dreams... everything seems so far away or too hard. Where to begin. The moment we are closest to heaven or any concept similar is the moment of realizing that something once intangible, vague and huge, only an outline of an idea, an undiscovered dream, has become entirely possible and real. Rather than just an assumption of an ideal suddenly we are inside of it. Automatically from here we look back and see that it was so much closer the whole time and we regret not realizing it sooner. So many situations could have been remedied and mended. So many ignited bridges extinguished. A rogue wave, pushed by god's hand or poseidons trident, a squid with a large bird beak... put out the fire and scatter the ashes, we are all in this together and when will we realize our potential as a human race! Why must we continue to squander and steal and take short cuts. everyone is out for their own.. now more than ever. We destroy the world in the process. So yeah, fuck yeah I have a passion for natural foods.
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There ain't a need for flashlights with a moon like this. Blinding like brights. Life is a huge unraveling fortune. Line by line like a papyrus scroll, depicting the mystery of events as they happen. Perhaps there is no end to the scroll and someone rigorous at the end continues to write and to draw up our future. Not god. I imagine an intrepid wanderer, alone and crazy. Coffee drunk. He is unshaved and curled into a cruel ball of human form. No posturing here. He is the future and he writes us all off but with all of the complications we present to each other, there is no definite conclusion. The story must continue because there are so many loose ends, always. Always long lost lovers, eager to rekindle the feeling with a new person but both ultimately unsatisfied with the results. Kids playing in traffic. Songs that destroy thought process. Pause everything and fall deep into the cadence. Travel song. Yearning for home. For a place to feel comfortable and warm.
The legend of the map.
wake up confused
in unfurnished rooms
I'd never be happy to drown
anywhere but in the sound
fall into the cadence
as it picks up the pace
the rhythm unchanged
landlocked and feeling hopeless
I needed the pacific ocean
to set my bearings straight
to fix my compass
there is no determined fate
hand over your pen
you're too drunk to write
everything can change in a matter of seconds
but I can't stay here when my soul beckons
to leave
to slip through open windows unnoticed in the dark moonlight
point anywhere on a map
they'll see the same moon
unless the air is too thick
for it to shine through
I'm living a dream but I'll still dream of you
hand over your rights
you're too smart to fight
against the tide
but I feel that magnetic pull
inside my skull
you say you want to wish it all away
come back to haunt you some day
I am the ghost that persuades
you will follow me
across this country
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regain confidence in vocal performance as I am given attempt after attempt of secondary vocals. bury it so deep I'll have a hard time distinguishing. but it'll be there!
