Forever Infinite

Telling me how it used to be

Fish tanks vs reality

People always feel sad for the fish in fish tanks thinking of how miserable they must be but in reality fish don't know their potential. They were born in fish tanks. Fish tanks are all they know. It's just like the caged bird or even people. We have lived the way we have lived for so long, we are born into things we have no control over. Yes, once we got to choose our future but now we are the future and this is what we're stuck with. I believe the only species that truly know no boundaries, no rules, no structure are wild animals. Only they know the greatness they continue to strive with. Hallelujah.

Hidden

Winter makes the world beautiful when coated in snow, it changes its character. It is almost as if it makes itself uninviting so we have watch it at a distance in awe behind our safety walls to not disturb it, almost as if we would not dare to invade. It almost seems as though it is the worlds way of hiding for a while in the most breathtaking way, as well, hiding the rest of its precious parts that should use it as a break from being exposed to harsh sunlight and rambunctious kids tumbling all over it. After all they get that treatment all year it is like their silence to us as a humanity. A time for all unseen to sleep a bit. The best kind of present all Winter season for anything that breaths.

Most teenagers in this day and age use the definition of insanity to describe their life without a cell phone, computer, music, and/or tv when in fact they’re not terrible things to go without. Today those things really have taken over our bodies and our minds. They could not be a credible source for one persons insanity if ever lost because our modern technologies once were not here. I believe, technologies have a negative effect on humanity in a sense that it is leading us to losing touch with our nature world and a has directed us into a sad misunderstanding with what they are doing to ourselves for the long term. Everything is hectic in the present that I believe if we did slow down humanity, as a whole, would not know what to do with themselves.

It seems we have come to find ourselves standing on the edge and not even knowing. The existence of things conceived as a necessity are truly blind sighting us to what we have become and what our destinies will forsake us to be. So now our very own man made creations are steeling us from the hidden beauties that lie right smack in front of us closer than that computer screen or television, the beauty that has always been here. Whatever happened to our mothers dressing us up for a nice Sunday morning out and on our way to nowhere in particular and spotting a patch of beautifully stunning flowers of yellows and purples to the right that stopped us to where they were now all out there need deep in flowers capturing our faces with their beauty. I bet our favorite color comes from our pocket sized piece of plastic surrounding our cellular voice transmitting device. I bet our favorite sound is that guitar solo in your favorite Classic Rock song. Never the color green because it is the color that has been fighting longer than we know, it is never the sound of the early morning birds because they welcome us to a new day. We have rid of it all on our own and sadly we are not going back for it. Not at any pace are we reaching for that little bit of preciousness we once cherished.

Me and what army?

Whenever I move I never take anyone I meet on my journey..with me, I always find myself feeling as if I've done so much work & am here defeated by my own army, standing here at the foot of my own corpse, I don't have anyone I fought for or loved anymore and these are the people I gave my whole entire soul to, the people that wore me thin to the bone, the ones that stressed me to tears, all completely out of love though and look I've got nothing but more tears to show for it, tears of pain, the up most pain. That's no way to be treated, to be continuously treated, to live...Ray says some people are really really really slow learners and that he knows factly they're missing out but maybe they're not slow learners maybe they know what's best for them and that best doesn't consist of me. That's fine too I guess. I hope they are slow learners though because throwing the good away they find their whole lives would never be for the better. Everyone needs that ray of sunshine, that last bit of hope.

I FEEL THE NEED TO REACH OUT INTO NOTHINGNESS TO FEEL WHAT NOTHING REALLY REALLY IS.

In a crevice lies unmarked cares and unmissed loves & in that crevice they'll stay

I hope I was an inspiration for you
And you to feel nothing
I hope I made those words you would die for
Spit right out
I'll never understand how such a bond
Such a bond could go back into hiding
I hope your loneliness escapes you
To be forgotten and unmissed like you to me.

Who's Forgiven

Wanna travel, sing your heart out
wanna say you had problems until you stuffed them into your pockets
went for a stroll and everything was okay

wanna wear them shades, say you had a girl
wanna pack all you have, stuffed cash in your pants
erased her from where she never is to be again and everything was okay

have a record, call it crash
remember her and yours first kiss, rip that necklace off your neck
stuff it in your shirt pocket, remember that day too, and this time it's ok to regret

that stupid guitar, talk about juvenile, mashed it once didn't learn the first time
since 16 you've wanted more and now you want what you had back then...
petite on your couch, sleepy and cold...oh that sweet smile
you just might miss her

no
back on the moon again, slipped out a picture, can't burn it, not on the moon
she was yours, once she was REALLY REALLY YOURS.

Fun

Can't the edges only be light
Like they wrapped skin for lies
Someone's only idea moves this body
And I am removing
Imitating what's brought out for the millions of faces

Started at what wont cut
Noise will be missing so
Get off what I've found
You get by where I dug out
See all the days stuck in the middle
The next act shall fall upon your turn
Because for phantoms fall only when there are no others

Every thing's wrong with that
Tumbling that plastic movie show
Talking pearly gates when i spin away
Why face what I've seen?

Beckoning

How can you say it to be imaginary
when the beauty sits in the stream?
Up and down through and around,
I hate it when you get like this.

You stare blankly through that solid white window of a wall
I don't know what you see, not even when you look at me
you stare so blankly, oh...what do you feel...
I stand there in front of you, you just stare on,
because I’m not there?
oh I wish it would not be this way

Line up the cars
kiss me, lifelessly, good-bye
feel what i feel, if you're not numb
cry a tear
all these, all these wars
....just to get to you.

It can't be imaginary
I know you see something
it grows, it grows, that imagery grows,
that scenery grows for you

All beckoning..
All beckoning..
Please, it can't be imaginary.

Sunshine

i pick you as my sunshine
standing with my fingers crossed
sweetly wishing, my hopeful thinking
just ask if you can take my breath away.