f2.8
The days blow by in agile moments of clarity and blind despair. With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile come through here and there. You put your faith in living, but youthful idealism is no longer welcome here. I'm not dead yet. Hopes not dead yet. A hero's march down scorn filled halls defeats the charity of last years hell. Your vain eyes show no respect, just loss of recognition broken spirit burnt out will. Sing a song of cynicism a foul smell of shit decay and degradation in the midst of celebration. I'm not dead yet. Hopes not dead yet.
Ever listen to a song that completely embodies human feeling,
To such an extent, that you convulse with chills?
Its so, captivating...
Indian Moon-State Radio
Those Anarcho Punks are Mysterious-Against Me!
Motorcycle Drive By-Third Eye Blind
Midnight Mile-Bouncing Souls
The Real Sky-Jeff Cole
Each significant, each representing a poignant thought, situation
Circumstance, obstacle, or moment
Connecting memory and music
Sometimes, a death wish; for a certain genre, a band
Or specific song. But how can one NOT create ties,
With music and personal emotion?
Music contains and expresses so much feeling, vigor,
Impossible to avoid association
I search for a cure through the melody this time
Digging into deeper emotion through language
I feel, I’ve lost trust in existence; yet, not a lack of hope.
A lack of vivacity? Who really knows
Too difficult to describe the indescribable
Just, Oh I feel like a 35 year old chain-smoking,
Soon to be victim of emphysema! Breathing
And dreamless, blank, threadbare sleep
Music provides all the solace I would ever require,
To be truly, progressively, happy
Music and respite; A plea for restoration, Regeneration
To fill the pinholes, the cavities, the hollows, the depressions, the void
The space between human capacity and human emotion
My only regret... These gaping-wide aperture settings are set
To a firm, unyielding f2.8
And generally, the lens is open, open to light-influence
But it is simply, too dark. Too dim to capture the right exposure
Too open, to responsive to influence
Perhaps using photography, and analogy upon analogy,
Is the only way to describe a truly unique sentiment
And perhaps; only understandable under the author's pen,
Under a mass of strike-through sentences, and scribbled phrases
Black and blues, indentations where the writing instrument bore down too sharply
Words, letters-- the 26 messengers of English intellect
Combined to form dialect, language
Its amazing what words can evoke...