This was meant to be a song. Sing it to the tune of "Runaway Train" by Soul Asylum and you'll be close. :)

(  . . . The Rush . . . )

( To Natosha: Curtains Fall. This is a written letter and a song, both originally private, but I think it best if I keep this catharsis here for memory, and actually use this space for something meaningful for the first time in years. I have meant to write so much more about this and other events, but I have not made the time, so for now details will remain obscure. )

It's been a long time since I updated my journal, I know, and there's so much to say. I haven't meant to neglect the responsibility I feel in keeping an accurate record of my past, but for now it must be this way. The only catharsis I have found comfort in has been poetry and music, so until I have adequately worked through these complex emotions, ( Read more... )

( Slam poem from 2005-07-16 )

Here's a short piece I wrote concerning some of my recent thoughts and feelings. I planned on writing more but I'm off work now. I might add to it later if I still feel inspired. Much has transpired this last week and I'll update when I have a chance. My internet's been down at home, which should have been fixed this afternoon, so we'll see.

( . . . Silver . . . )

( . . . F l o w e r s . a n d . D e m o n s . . . )

( . . . W a i t i n g . . . )

Last night I posted an incomplete production called "Collective". I removed the post, finished the piece, and offer this updated presentation.

( . . . Awakening . . . )

( . . . Without YOU . . . )

Today was the first really good day I've had in awhile. I woke up with a beautiful woman in my arms, and for the first time in awhile, I felt completely comfortable. I had slept well, which is unusual for me when I sleep with someone else in close proximity. Either I have an uncharacteristic amount of trust for this person, or I was so fucking ( Read more... )