To try and make sense of it all...
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I write alot of poetry to try and make sense of all the beautiful awfully hopeless romantic notions and horrifying fears of animosity greed and violence in my head. Most of the time, as well, none of it makes much sense, completely drenched in as many descriptive metaphor's and striking words as I can think of. My brain shoots itself off like a machine gun and I can barely keep up while lamely attempting to speak let alone write any of this absurd crap down.
When arriving back in a land of changing seasons I was at one with nature and it's manuevers, quite content and fighting the good fight. I am a person who is joyously overwhelmed by much in the world, and would have it no other way. Unfortuneatly this involves me being overwhelmed by such depths of sadness and suffering, most normal people find it disturbing or worthy of levels of disdain or disgust. Flip that coin toward the romatic and beautiful wonder about all things humor and artful in the world and wake up to find me a saint or some such tresure worthy of a fight against god himself. But what the hell ? Both ends I am in love with, surprisingly, after all these years. The spectrums in all walks of light and life. To find beauty and be movedby it is my passion. To dream and to love and to make music in any well seen form or not. When everything is art and people smile in awe of it all. Thats my world, the one I want. love it all, transform transpose, evolve, everything is useful.
SPLODE
I write alot of poetry to try and make sense of all the beautiful awfully hopeless romantic notions and horrifying fears of animosity greed and violence in my head. Most of the time, as well, none of it makes much sense, completely drenched in as many descriptive metaphor's and striking words as I can think of. My brain shoots itself off like a machine gun and I can barely keep up while lamely attempting to speak let alone write any of this absurd crap down.
When arriving back in a land of changing seasons I was at one with nature and it's manuevers, quite content and fighting the good fight. I am a person who is joyously overwhelmed by much in the world, and would have it no other way. Unfortuneatly this involves me being overwhelmed by such depths of sadness and suffering, most normal people find it disturbing or worthy of levels of disdain or disgust. Flip that coin toward the romatic and beautiful wonder about all things humor and artful in the world and wake up to find me a saint or some such tresure worthy of a fight against god himself. But what the hell ? Both ends I am in love with, surprisingly, after all these years. The spectrums in all walks of light and life. To find beauty and be movedby it is my passion. To dream and to love and to make music in any well seen form or not. When everything is art and people smile in awe of it all. Thats my world, the one I want. love it all, transform transpose, evolve, everything is useful.
SPLODE