lately
It has been a long time since i have written...
anything tangible, legible, anything other than the confusion i stumble through daily..
inspiration it seems, haunts me, teases me, touches me
like so many fireflies at night, tempting me to hold on..
to catch them in my jar, to light my path, to guide me back
to where i am supposed to be...
but we all know the futility of holding on to wild things..
such little insects rebel against containment and rarely survive such a trip
I have loved, yet again, yet always i feel...
some greater sense of compassion, a greater sense of purpose..
yet the direction of it.. seems to flirt again with me... dance in and out..
never really staying for long....
people come and go.. as they need me..
my life is a movie... a short story..
of a million little scenes.. brief instances that mean sooooo much ...
yet carry along so little to the next...
caffeine fuels me.. as it always has.. numbing me to the perils of sleep..
sleep.. that evil drug that wishes to steal me away from life...
sad is the world where sleep is forgotten..
yet sadder still...is the world...
where sleep is all I look forward too..
but I avoid it.. i run from it...
a pathetic state of affairs this society has become,
when one must chase sleep away all night...
in order to hack a brand new cell phone..
Just to turn on options and remove the pitfalls of corp. america...
so sleep I chase away.. fueling myself .. on waking dreams..
on the smell of gunpowder from the firing range.. still fresh on my hands..
on the thoughts of what I might accomplish tomorrow...
sad is it.. the only obstacles I wish to overcome.. are those...
who have yet to present themselves to me.....
anything tangible, legible, anything other than the confusion i stumble through daily..
inspiration it seems, haunts me, teases me, touches me
like so many fireflies at night, tempting me to hold on..
to catch them in my jar, to light my path, to guide me back
to where i am supposed to be...
but we all know the futility of holding on to wild things..
such little insects rebel against containment and rarely survive such a trip
I have loved, yet again, yet always i feel...
some greater sense of compassion, a greater sense of purpose..
yet the direction of it.. seems to flirt again with me... dance in and out..
never really staying for long....
people come and go.. as they need me..
my life is a movie... a short story..
of a million little scenes.. brief instances that mean sooooo much ...
yet carry along so little to the next...
caffeine fuels me.. as it always has.. numbing me to the perils of sleep..
sleep.. that evil drug that wishes to steal me away from life...
sad is the world where sleep is forgotten..
yet sadder still...is the world...
where sleep is all I look forward too..
but I avoid it.. i run from it...
a pathetic state of affairs this society has become,
when one must chase sleep away all night...
in order to hack a brand new cell phone..
Just to turn on options and remove the pitfalls of corp. america...
so sleep I chase away.. fueling myself .. on waking dreams..
on the smell of gunpowder from the firing range.. still fresh on my hands..
on the thoughts of what I might accomplish tomorrow...
sad is it.. the only obstacles I wish to overcome.. are those...
who have yet to present themselves to me.....