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3/7/07
Is it Any Wonder Pain is in Painting
I aspire to be a lyrical genius
Creating my puzzles of wording pieces
Painting my ideas together for a grand thesis
Pain and suffering provoke the artist
He’s been anxiously waiting
Like a starving child
Creativity is burning like wild fire
But you must learn your own beat
Find the hidden meaning
Then transfer that feeling into pure expression
See beyond the canvas into the crevasses
Then torch your soul for channeling to grab a hold
Expand those details into glorified symbolisms
Shiny new and improved provide a door to the
Unknown
3/21/07
Just By Nature
When you grow up you lose ambition
No longer friends, everyone transforms into contacts
Innocence has long been massacred
Our own made up hurt and enemies
Sanctuaries must be constructed
For me to live, for you to live for all of us to hide in
We’ll forget about jealousy and the rate race
Like hitting a perfect lottery we’ll all be lovely rich
We’ll live all too peacefully; just don’t think about kool-aid
There’s double standard’s to perfections however
So we’ll all end up miserable in the end and misery is creative
It makes up new way for us to hurt each other
It’s true I suppose the perfect utopia is nothing…
Nothing more than a figment of imagination
So I’m still going to keep building walls in case the answer is ever stumbled upon
3/25/07
Empty Hangers
Life tastes bland or metallic at best
I always seem to feel like a guest
A visitor just making his way out the back door
Home it seems isn’t comprehensible
Surreal memories of easy going Sundays
Battered Mondays leading to drunken Thursdays
I live in other peoples closets
Taking their most acclaimed styles for my own
It seems I always look better in their clothes
Even when I fit in so perfectly
I’m a million miles away
Family is the new definition of abandoned
This time I’ll stand on my own two feet
I live in other people’s lives
I sleep in their place
And wake up with their dismay
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4/1/07
Indefinable definitions
I found the right words to say once
They tickled the back of my throat
So I spit them out with majesty
Then wiped my mouth of the residue
The reaction I received
Was not the one that I expected to see
Cascading mirages
Tiled self portraits
I held the answers in the palm of my hand
Stop searching for questions unexplained
Quest for the unobtainable and
You’ll surly be let down
Instead take the path less traveled
Let the quest find you and
Unlock all the hidden door of psyche
Don’t think it’s all so easy though
Perfection leads to manic depression
So wipe that look from your face and
Be at peace with your simple world
There’s hidden prizes we’ll need to find
Together we can do it, take my hand and
Let’s walk the fine line
Of normality’s and insanity
4/4/07
Particle Explosion
Murky puddles of infinite layers
The rain just won’t stop bringing wonder
Each ripple a time stamp
Collisions of catastrophes
Epic dramas of prolific humans
Doing only what they had to do
Faded from the spotlight
Too many stories keep unfolding
Is my life worthy?
Do I have a purpose worth a look?
Time consuming projects left unrecognized
Deaths just around the corner and
I’ve accomplished nothing of substance
I just keep spilling addictions on the coffee table
Stains of rings and house hold cleansers
Each a ripple of another time wasted
Iris’s of insanity
The rain just won’t stop bringing wonder
Collisions of catastrophes
Epic dramas of preposterous memories
Each droplet bringing a different possibility page 7