Saturday, August 28, 2010

Maybe it’s just because we’re young
We’re beautiful in our suntanned skin
To soft and warm to be old and grey

Or maybe it’s because we don’t know
Don’t know the fear that old age and half lives
Can bring

But I swear
When you look at me
When we sit and speak and you’re eyes glow
Gold with a thought that I don’t know

Maybe could never know

I swear to God that you are delighting
In my existence

Saturday, August 14, 2010

My Dear, do you ever feel thoughts at the edge of your mind that you don’t want to think? You see these fetus thoughts in the distance, rushing at you faster then any unborn child could ever travel, and you try to run, try to duck, and in a last ditch effort for brain survival you close your eyes and pray to God that your subconscious has enough sense to kill the thought before it can get at you. I can tell you from experience that these tactics don’t often work, more often than not making you seem like and idiot to yourself. Stand and fight coward!