tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123729842024-02-03T03:42:34.367-06:00Chronicles of DuttaOliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-72046117224015176472015-06-12T02:13:00.001-05:002015-06-12T12:57:55.377-05:00Nostalgia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">A tongue-twisted girl in a tipsy-top world,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">a broken boy in a bombastic place.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">The seas were quite mellow,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">the drinks rather dewy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">The sands a bit silky,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">the seaweed too sticky.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">The moments they lift to the breeze.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">But so they drifted, while the time sort of shifted.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">And they kept walking, and their mouths they kept talking.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">The days ebbed and flowed, the sunrays were splendid.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">The nights kept their secrets, the past was upended.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">The wind slowly swims through the trees.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">There came a night when,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Drunk on life, a crystalline apparition,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Became so unsettling, it hung.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Underneath the magic they shared.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">A regret, a wonder, a nostalgia.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">It consumed them both in fantastic ways.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Lustful they might be, running into desolate places in the night.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Filled with fright and apprehension for a new world and the approaching doom of the ticking clock.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Their minds, they were yanked to their knees.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">And the silences grew,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">In that comfort, they once knew.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">The hearts, once bold,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Increasingly dithered cold.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">And soon, they recognized the freeze.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">A moment appears, when most people know,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">If one doesn't fight, the other might go.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">A rift is created that might never mend,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Its hole it rips wider, while the lovers pretend.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">In small moments' beckoning, at the edge of the mind,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">The fear creeps in quicker, its rulings unkind.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">End portentous moments, those written in the sand,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Return back to solace, the remnants reaped bland.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">What remains? Nothing more than a wheeze.</span></div>
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Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-46229382519421013432012-01-10T18:05:00.002-06:002012-01-10T18:27:33.165-06:00MelancholyI am almost sure outer space sounds this way,<div>when you are floating there silently. Without</div><div>a position, and endlessly gliding along a straight</div><div>path, the only things that might ever move are the</div><div>stars, listing you gently.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are certain times I come to this place,</div><div>the older I get, it doesn't matter I keep coming.</div><div>It is a checkpoint and the sounds in the background,</div><div>distort and twist in that melancholy way. The</div><div>soundscapes that fleet for only a moment, and the milky</div><div>whiteness that envelopes you, and keeps your fingertips cold.</div><div><br /></div><div>The heart moans a bit, but one doesn't really quite understand why.</div><div>All I feel is impetus. A feeling of nervousness that starts in the chest.</div><div>It builds, in a slow way, but sometimes it becomes violent.</div><div>The desire for me to shed the baggage, and fly suddenly.</div><div><br /></div><div>The drive that moves one to extreme ways. For if life wasn't so slow,</div><div>and so longing and so painful, maybe it would be smoother.</div><div>But because things get stuck and they stay and they hurt,</div><div>the extreme is only inevitable. And for...</div><div><br /></div><div>A moment in this lifetime, and brief, but in the back of the head,</div><div>in the milky whiteness where the sounds distort sweetly,</div><div>it lasts forever. I know I won't ever forget that moment for</div><div>as long as I am alive. Until my brain gets fuzzy and I forget.</div><div><br /></div><div>Whenever it happens, when you find the</div><div>place again, and if it comes and you recall.</div><div>You long for it and it hurts and you feel the need to throw yourself,</div><div>to whichever way feels good and then</div><div>you remember again you live in the now.</div><div><br /></div><div>To want for passionate things, and to always want</div><div>them to move you is the most artistic of lives, but most lives</div><div>are a restriction imposed on one's self and these few</div><div>are the moments when there's a longing.</div><div><br /></div><div>It doesn't ever stop me, however, from falling into the void</div><div>again and gliding in the ether. I fall sometimes when I am</div><div>least expecting into the fuzz, and I don't mind the buzz</div><div>and it sometimes placates me in a self-loathing sort of way.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because I love imagining the coulds and woulds and</div><div>the possibilities that are always endless in the sub-mind,</div><div>where there's the milkiness and the noises, and I can't say</div><div>that even when the drive explodes and the moment happens,</div><div>that I ever have failed to enjoy the ramifications.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eventually, you leave the suspension, and fall back to the world</div><div>where there are semblances and forms and realize you are in the</div><div>real world, hard and ruthless and sometimes fearful. Things are</div><div>more dangerous here and why not then enjoy the milkiness?</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm ready to come again, because I always do, but I won't forget</div><div>the time that has passed and the couldn'ts that have, and the coulds</div><div>that have not. In the milkiness, anything is possible.</div>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-49573150763905511242011-05-05T22:12:00.003-05:002011-05-05T22:30:09.867-05:00Breath of Fresh AirWell, it's been a while. I can't remember the last time I've written something. When do I have free time to write anyway? I don't understand these super people who can keep all these distractions sorted out. If I'm not doing classes, I'm wasting time to stay sane. I bet writing would keep me saner.<div><br /></div><div>It <i>seems</i> I'm in the process of studying for genetics and organic chemistry. Hey, look at that! There's something to say. It's been a year and I've almost made my way through a 1300 page ochem book. Holy shit. I was looking over some of Shulgin's stuff in PiHKAL and I realized that I can understand so many of these syntheses I never dreamt of comprehending. Of course it's probably worth mentioning that I've moved from looking at pharmacology and I'm turning an eye to bioinformatics.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now that's interesting! I mean I always knew I was good with computers, but it seems I was always a bit too apprehensive or uncomfortable with attempting to code, and now that I've scored an internship where I'll be doing just that. For some reason I always figured that I'd be standing at a lab bench with a lab jacket doing quirky science things with fun chemicals. Yet, it seems I will be content writing code, tinkering with code, tinkering with processes and loops and links and variables and... well it really is an extension of Linux tinkering from middle school.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess that's the way the world comes full circle. You really are destined to do exactly what it is you are passionate about. Where do I end up expending the majority of my daily hours? At a terminal, a keypad, a... hm...</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been unable to get some things out. I've been in a block for a long time. I feel like college is my big impetus. I know that people are supposed to flourish here. It seems there are so many things calling to me all the time, but I'm returning an apathetic sigh. It's as if something has always been missing. It seems my mind drudges in technicality, however when one reaches a certain level of education, <i>everything </i>is technicality. All grounds have been surveyed, and there are no broad pictures to discover....</div><div><br /></div><div>Well... that's wrong. A pioneer. Well anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div>One day I will find myself on an adventure. My foot will touch dirt. But maybe instead of forging a path, or paving new grounds, maybe I will grab a vine and climb to solitude. Perhaps I put too much emphasis on attainment. A time comes for a reconsideration. At times, the wealth of knowledge is a bit too overwhelming. A blinding light, a fiery, emanating, series of arms grabbing. There's a chance I could reach a nice quiet place somewhere. I could take the bugs. Just no more carbon monoxide. Heh.</div>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-12239666740696825612009-10-06T00:29:00.004-05:002009-10-06T01:00:44.375-05:00The TippingAt the mind's edge is something<div>that sits restlessly, hungrily, waiting</div><div>for something to pinch the gooey lobe.</div><div><br /></div><div>This formless, shapeless, senseless</div><div>something is the bleeding work of a</div><div>heartless cadaver; he made it implacable.</div><div><br /></div><div>When he coated that warm, glowing,</div><div>golden, growing jelly, into the crevices,</div><div>there was a messianistic purpose, meaning:</div><div><br /></div><div>But the shapeshifter had such a strange,</div><div>disturbing, purposely yearning,</div><div>stressfully egging, gloating intent.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because underneath the curious,</div><div>incontrollable, sustaining structure,</div><div>the skull that shields and binds the muck.</div><div><br /></div><div>Inserted was Gaia, gay and gouging,</div><div>so everlasting, and so enervating,</div><div>and so unnerving, and so evading.</div><div><br /></div><div>And at what point does such striving,</div><div>and such streaming, while screaming,</div><div>can we find the elusive answer?</div><div><br /></div><div>When we approach, a bit audacious,</div><div>but so afraid, acquiring aura,</div><div>also observed, he starts us over.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because this is tipping, falling</div><div>forward, freely floating, feeling</div><div>fettered, he chains us in again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then spun around in insane circles,</div><div>realizing, rendered useless, running</div><div>toward rabble rousing, flunking, failing, fucked.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have no idea, what he wants,</div><div>does he wail when he sees the woe?</div><div>Does he cry when he sees the blood?</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes while stopping thinking,</div><div>I stop to wonder if I was pondering,</div><div>a strange, and desolate demise.</div><div><br /></div><div>He must have known that we'd go hungry,</div><div>that we'd soon be thirsty and parched and</div><div>far from perfectly peachy, but infertile.</div><div><br /></div><div>That when his smile soon surrenders,</div><div>and his eyes, they grow enormous, here lies</div><div>the end of the age, here is the beginning before us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Started anew, but are we still not swine?</div><div>But no, no, it tipped before, it tips again.</div><div>It tips again. And out pours, for the final time:</div><div>Out pours the pure.</div>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-51294476579697433562009-07-24T10:22:00.002-05:002009-07-24T10:31:25.278-05:00Sleepless in the big H18 in the big hell hole<div>altho alas this is the time to party,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>at last.</div><div><br /></div><div>whadda time to branch out</div><div>purple streams of syrupy sickness</div><div>on empty stomachs it strings out</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and down down we go</div><div>free free at last</div><div>free to pass and to love</div><div>sweet sweet summer love</div><div><br /></div><div>belle and twang, if you look past the past</div><div><br /></div><div>it seems at first they were all ah-taken</div><div>both Gs with leddehs</div><div>except for thatta time by the fountain</div><div><br /></div><div>chopped (chopped) and screwed (screwed/screwed)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>haha</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>haha</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>drink</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>drink</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>stop</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>stop</div><div>drizzy dizzy - wayne stain - luda buddha</div><div>^^ those are the prophets of this art ^^</div><div><br /></div><div>until ephemeral, nostalgic highs bring us on rooftops</div><div>where the cigarettes burn until the sunrise</div><div>and continue again to the eventual sunset</div><div>(tired bones cannot disguise the youth and joy)</div><div><br /></div><div>with byudehfull babies with belly-rolling galore</div><div>these ladies are absolutely impossible to abhor</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and so with a double-shot I sip on</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>my weary, but happy eyes continue onn</div><div><br /></div><div>with messy ghetto grafitti</div><div>believe me,</div><div>it only makes me more comfortable,</div><div>when the kissing comes,</div><div>unexpectedly</div><div><br /></div><div>and so that's what a brazen bit of bush can do</div><div>to you</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>you</div><div>when you're tryin</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>tryin</div><div>to enjoy yourself</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>self</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>self</div><div>in the big H.</div>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-77408232982314554702009-02-03T01:24:00.001-06:002009-02-03T01:24:56.427-06:00Oxidation<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hey, you...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And what of those times;</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">merry May: a dilapidated rusty iron pig</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">outside the gates of Providence?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Preoccupied with the swine,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and the rust, it oxidized into its bones--</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- those dry old bones.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How sick it made me feel,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">when I finally could step into the divine light,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and having forgotten,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to see once again the elements of my eternal fire.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Beatrice I saw then,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but you so many years back,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">what had I done? Used you? But for what?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And blame it on the fatigue, or was it indecision?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But for insecurities, all man's worth would crumble.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To prove a point, as many a Jew was a martyr</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to an Egyptian ferrying the sands,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a-</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mercedez-Benz clipping off the wet street.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and yet still the same hope,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">powered those: Ashira! (even a wet, sad ghetto face alive now)</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And here a boy impresses his father.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">---</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And back then to you, my dear.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When the sunrise became apparent,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and the last seed had been planted,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and a field had become a forest in my body.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where were you to be found,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and what had the past afforded?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All too dear,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and all too clear,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the turmoil was apparent, a</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">delectable delicatessen served on a simple flatbread.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">See now:</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When the man focuses too much on the flavor,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">when he focuses too much on the falsity,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">when he focuses instead on the delusion it provides,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">is he not rejecting the beauty of her simplicity?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It is back into those dry bones, those pure bones, that goodness...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That the beauty of her simplicity lies abound.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And my love, what have I done to you?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To have made you a hapless creature,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">lit on fire, and sprung into a whirlwind of emotions...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emotions not meant for you-</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">free as a gust,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">fiery as a fox,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">flowing as the Mystic (and so mystical), and yet</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">stable as a rock. (if need be, and I needed you; so badly, desperately)</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emotions that eventually created a ravine,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">grand as a canyon.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Turning on the barren stoop, I barely managed to say I love you,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">before you turned, and the door shut, and I never saw you again.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">---</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the end, I wished to have no regrets,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and as I mourn the past, and I lie here in a foreign land,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">where the sun has begun to set in the East, [you lie to the West, my darling]</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and I cough the last blood of so many migratory Indo-Arayans, mutts,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-- started by the noblest creature. (we all thank him)</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I had a regret eternally.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I pondered a past where,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">instead of allowing her firm and succulent breasts to set my eyes ablaze,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I instead allowed the veins underneath that skin to guide me to her core.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[Is this not Zion?]</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Take a trip to her very dry, and very beautiful bones.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So finally when Death itself was lying on the bed with me,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sharing a drink of that hard rubbing scent that characterized my</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eastern soul and drink, and the vodka cleared all of the concern,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">she came to me again, but in the saddest way; but in a relieving manner.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And stripped away was excess,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gone was temptation for that redox of greed, gluttony,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that I had inched into her all those times, (an infinity)</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and instead there was the inkling I tried to deny myself.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And to think that. And to...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To end it that way, killed by the stuffed and treacherous horse,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">---when instead we could have walked into the sunset.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And why did we not?</span></span></p>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-88352960981990004552009-02-01T23:52:00.004-06:002009-02-01T23:58:02.245-06:00Cause we rock...<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hyper-shift cykotelekinesis over drive hippie shit...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">yeah, that's the way we cool, because we rock.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And when the guitar strums.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Strumming---</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bling.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Super duper uber waves vibrate within us.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The long-haired guitarist rips onto the stage,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and we're camping there just checking the sights.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A-hah, it's the festival didn't you know?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This new ride in town, the caravan,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the kids we be followin' are all the rave,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you funny knave.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I be ki-kidding, and scared as we are, rollin through.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That all we do...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cause we are this generation,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">stand up when the music goes: pop!</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And wave your arms in the air.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Millenium has passed; no shit went down.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Give us about three more years.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Are the Mayans right?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Candlelight, the fireflies are waving back and forth,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">baaaack and forth, back-and-forth, oooooh!</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(the one man in the middle point up and says "ooooh!")</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[Except for the images I'm painting,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">are you inspired too?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I create this artwork for you!]</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Extremely possessive child of greed,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">why do you come this way?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Except for to be turned down by the children of god?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And to be wondered why, why?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Forthcoming are the sinners of Ezekiel,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">when they walked into the sun and died,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">because the air was so god-damned dry.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And will the oceans still be safe, when we return?</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When we turn back into those impish creatures and re-return.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To the ocean of life,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For now, for now, for now...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Us pinko-hippie socialist freaks keep rocking on.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Because we rock on...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And we rock on...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And we rock on.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kid, we rock.</span></span></p>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-54515600486693844152009-01-26T03:03:00.001-06:002009-01-26T03:04:45.960-06:00Feeling<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This forlorn feeling,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I feel when I feel I have felt,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">life, feeling.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thinking back on those days,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">when life was so easy,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and today,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">life is so bored, tired, dull, except.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For when I played that song, on-</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">one more song, sad, but-</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">so full of life, I know.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Living life, is love to life.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Your face is so beautiful,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and when you smile, I shiver</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">because I feel that feeling,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">feeling you feel my feelings.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Kiss, on, I kiss you, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">une bise</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Because the kiss is so full, so</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">tender and gentle and feeling.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And there it is again,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that feeling, feeling, good,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">but also sad, all yearning, knowing feeling.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And if I imagine us, one day,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">sitting in a warm, rested field,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">drinking ice tea, sweet, making them feeling,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I get that feel of that feeling.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I dunno if it's love,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or maybe it's the loss of love,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">cause life is all about loss,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and that loss creates feelings,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that create feels of stuff.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But I know right now this feeling,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">is a feeling I want to feel, I love feeling free</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">with you feeling me,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I want to keep feeling you, forever, feeling.</span></span></p>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-60686571115703262152009-01-20T22:37:00.002-06:002009-01-20T23:29:57.929-06:00BonfireAs a pop gun signals nightfall,<div>and a star twinkles in the East...</div><div>Well the boys know the night has begun,</div><div>and the infernal fable,</div><div><br /></div><div>- it begins to be spun.</div><div><br /></div><div>And what of the heat?</div><div>The smoldering ashes...</div><div>that bake a face and sear an eye,</div><div>but also excite the human spirit in face of the inert,</div><div><br /></div><div>- and make it ceaselessly, relentlessly try.</div><div><br /></div><div>When the boys light it off,</div><div>the wolves howl,</div><div>the cats cry,</div><div>the tigers pounce,</div><div>the second coming is abound,</div><div>and they howl too.</div><div><br /></div><div>The girl with a love listens, and she listens good:</div><div>because something intrigues her,</div><div>necessitates her movement towards, and her attraction to,</div><div>her spirit, and there her lack thereof,</div><div>because it is musical, her dance, her flow,</div><div>and her skill, and the vision she holds.</div><div><br /></div><div>When those two all-encompassing globes,</div><div>glazed by the lackadaisical,</div><div>burnt by the selfishness of man,</div><div>and used in the face of evil,</div><div>stumbled upon such a tremendous sight...</div><div><br /></div><div>She craved it among all things.</div><div>These carefree boys,</div><div>and their goofy toys-</div><div>- extensions of such a simple reality,</div><div>products of such an ephemeral moment of:</div><div>combinations and permutations,</div><div>and chaotic actions and livid visions.</div><div><br /></div><div>Liberty,</div><div>and what was apparent freedom...</div><div>appeared in that glade,</div><div>between the sweaty palms,</div><div>and the ocean - wishing in and washing out.</div><div>A half-empty Corona, with a sandy lime,</div><div>smelling with aromas, with a seabreeze,</div><div><br /></div><div>- not quite unlike a divine wine.</div><div><br /></div><div>And she saw tremendous things,</div><div>holding her breath in fright of discovery:</div><div>She painted lines between the trees,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>where the boys swung like monkeys;<br /></div><div>She formed shapes in the sand,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>where before there were only mopey mounds;</div><div>She saw the colors - oh!</div><div>And when she saw the colors, the unimaginable happened:</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>lights, and wavelengths, and palettes, and verdant rich tears of beauty...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>envisaged in a moment,<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>created for a lifetime,<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>because she effortlessly made music.</div><div>Something gripped her suddenly, tightly. (playfully?)</div><div>Then she screamed, and yet no sound,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>a strong clamp of a palm held back the utterance.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(but also a hint of understanding? a tenderness?)<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The boys in the glade were still playing,</div><div>yet one was missing, and here he was.</div><div>The wisps of her silky hair felt his movement,</div><div>a hair's breadth from her acute ears; and a whisper!</div><div> - "Your eyes... They hold the world.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I didn't even need to spot them, to feel your gaze.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It warms.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>You have seen the light.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>You don't have to be afraid.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The beauty you see.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Deserves to be shown."<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So she wasn't.</div><div><br /></div><div>He threw her upon his back,</div><div>and out he jumped, and he howled!</div><div><br /></div><div>---</div><div><br /></div><div>Just then, as if a message that must be sent,</div><div>for the world to hear, and meditate upon...</div><div><br /></div><div>the fire erupted in a cacophony so great; an echo to his howl.</div><div>Not only boys now (they had whooped into the distance),</div><div>but hundreds came,</div><div><br /></div><div>not just man, but ideas, and shapes;</div><div>forms of things long past that must be seen now, for it is today.</div><div><br /></div><div>Never before were such things seen in such a tandem.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the boy understood,</div><div>and the girl understood.</div><div><br /></div><div>They had stopped becoming beings then,</div><div>for only a moment,</div><div>for the slightest of seconds.</div><div><br /></div><div>Their realities mixed...</div><div><br /></div><div>And underneath it all...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>the smoldering coals</div><div>tenderly caressed the gently licking flames.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A sign of the souls,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>that needed to get lost.<br /></div>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-46330250184946075682008-12-29T03:44:00.003-06:002008-12-29T03:49:18.250-06:00U ga choChaiwala, chaiwalla.<div><br /></div><div>Ahschno, ahhashno.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gita-paramita. Shreeva-shrivala.</div><div><br /></div><div>Que les darmas, sheehugu.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mai paiwa-sheebo sheeba.</div><div><br /></div><div>Daiga hoo kiga ta?</div><div><br /></div><div>Ey sherman? Khee bahlo?</div><div><br /></div><div>Amar nom Arun.</div><div><br /></div><div>T'apar nomu d'es qui?</div><div><br /></div><div>Sangha, meh dharma, mei karma.</div><div><br /></div><div>Shree linga, dung fur.</div><div><br /></div><div>Capoiera battu ghutuju.</div><div><br /></div><div>Saphi ghee choo.</div><div><br /></div><div>He acha keh go.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beefa doo. Yoof. Hee...</div>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-15880756917901436652008-12-29T03:32:00.002-06:002008-12-29T03:42:14.071-06:00Der Hebbutz ein GlibbitzCandenfeld ist von cranch?<div><br /></div><div>Vender le-lichet es informachen dan tes tetes?</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh tes lutes, tes lutes!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Estet showen vie, et lets lie, lets lie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Madame, hein, go rot, et vanderflow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Glibbetz fon vin et lester vruss les fuhren.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ugh, keeshtell moin logfurr, et tes et tes et crux.</div><div><br /></div><div>Clairvoyage eh liebershumph, et crux.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh svindel et crux.</div><div><br /></div><div>Chute mes informaticiens et quandche les femmes qui ein dames.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rachistas dominant des les negres, commandez-tes bouches.</div><div><br /></div><div>Richardon muddkampf parse-von vix-crux-mort.</div><div><br /></div><div>Zen karm-non!</div><div><br /></div><div>Vm dm omh omh omh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Et saldans, il n'y a rien.</div><div><br /></div><div>Au dieu...</div>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-78219572392926563422008-01-20T19:11:00.000-06:002008-01-20T19:21:24.883-06:00Space RapsYeah, so it's Sunday night, but I don't have school tomorrow cause it's MLK Day. I got a paper to write. World Lit. I haven't started yet. That shit is important though. I'll start.<br /><br />I need to write. I feel a desire to splurge out, and this is where I always go. So much to say. Life is going so well. Blasting out fucking smooth music, and sitting here with homework in front of me that will, and I say will get done.<br /><br />I got the lead in the musical, I no longer feel shitty when my dad says shit, and I have friends, the ones that were always there, but now I accept them as friends. Because this is my home now: Minneapolis.<br /><br />There is just an ultimate satisfaction when you're doing something you enjoy. I've been doing everything I enjoy. Going to the gym everyday and getting beastly, singing my heart out, running around like a fool, and just not giving a damn. I've stopped watching TV and I'm trying to wean off this computer shit. So much more time...<br /><br />And then there's this ultimate feeling of rest and at ea<br />se with myself. I feel a circle of light that shines around my head and illuminates. And when I talk to people that light stretches and hopefully connects to their light, and we just understand. Talk and no war. Drift and no heat. Out and no burst.<br /><br />So maybe the sun sets at 5:30 on a cold, cold winter day. A warm voice and a stormy mind keeps one out of the gutters and onto the town square where you share and love one another.<br /><br />I guess I'm ready for shit now. For everything. Whatever you throw at me, throw it now. And I'll deal. I can dance, and that's all you need. You just gotta kinda know what you're doing, and do it as best as you can and the rest just comes. Then the dance gets better, and more fluent, and free-flowing, and spontaneous.<br /><br />And remember to smile. Because that's where the light really comes from.Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-45081254171446354482007-11-20T03:00:00.000-06:002007-11-20T03:01:05.610-06:00The Space Race: How the US became the Premier Superpower<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Oliver Dutta</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Mrs. Kouneski</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">APUSH Period 3</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">4 June 2007</span></span></span></p> <h1 class="western" lang="en-US">The Space Race: How the US became <span style="font-style: normal;">the Premier Superpower</span></h1> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As World War II came to a close, both the United States of America and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics emerged as the two superpowers of the world. They were the only ones who could walk forward with a strong economy and a conceited example of just how one should run their government. For many though, the progress and success of their governments was measured by their military technology and moreover, their ability to conquer the new arena: space. Indeed, the world came to look at their numerous achievements as benchmarks conveying the superiority of their respective forms of government. In 1969, however, the first manned lunar landing in the history of mankind had won the US their title as the reigning superpower, as they would hold for the rest of the century.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On October 4<sup>th</sup>, 1957, the USSR shocked the world with <i>Sputnik 1. </i><span style="font-style: normal;">It was the first artificial object to be put in space. Unprecedented, it was considered ludicrous that a country that had just embarked from a society of peasant farmers could somehow rise up out of the biggest war in history and display such technological adeptness (Newton 11) . After this event, people began to look at the USSR with interest, somehow regarding their idea of communism as the source of this miraculous event.</span></p> <p>The United States' response was seen as less than spectacular. Two months later, in early December, the US attempted to launch their very own <i>Vanguard TV-3</i><span style="font-style: normal;">. American hopes were dashed when the tiny 3.1 lb object exploded roughly more than a meter off the ground (Newton 18-19) .</span></p> <p style="font-style: normal;">The American public no longer believed that the USA was the world's technological leader. They were now the ones lagging behind. As tensions heightened there was a competition between the two superpowers of the world called the space race (McConnell 12) . Along with their sense of pride shattered, Americans now turned paranoid as the realization that there was a floating foreign satellite gliding over their heads became apparent (Cadbury XI) .</p> <p><span style="font-style: normal;">The reason behind the inefficiency displayed by the US was due to the fact that the space program was divided between the three branches of military: the army, air force, and navy. The navy was the manufacture of the first two satellites and the first two failures. It was not until the army designed their first satellite and rocket propulsion system, that the US was able to reach space with their own </span><i>Explorer 1 </i>on January 31, 1958 (Newton 22-23)<span style="font-style: normal;"> . Why had it taken almost three months and two failed launch attempts for this even to occur? Obviously there was something wrong with the current system of putting objects into space. The American people looked to Eisenhower for an answer, while Democrats criticized his administration for being not aggressive enough to counter the Soviet Union's success (Schefter 43) .</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Eisenhower did have a response, however, and it was an agency called the National Aeronautics and Space Agency, or more commonly known as NASA. He proposed a plan for it's structure and function in a speech on April 2, 1958. He set it up for the following four reasons: </p> <p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(1) the compelling urge of man to explore; (2) the need to assure that full advantage is taken of the military potential of space; (3) the effect on national prestige of accomplishment in space science and exploration; and (4) the opportunities for scientific observation and experimentation while will add to our knowledge of the earth, the solar system, and the universe. (McConnel 27)</span></span></span></p> <p>The bill for the creation of NASA was passed on July 29, 1958. The foundation for the USA's victory in space was now built. The agency would take in huge sums of money in time to come; $740 million by 1962 (Cadbury 185) .</p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The next phase of the space race was the one that lasted the longest by far. It was essentially a back and forth game of space achievements that would only be eclipsed by the arrival of man on the moon. The steps to this victory however are long and vast, and just why was the moon the deciding factor? To see the answer to this you must first observe the progression of the space race.</p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Not long after the success of <i>Sputnik </i><span style="font-style: normal;">and other successful USSR launches, the line was extended by a huge margin yet again. On April 12, 1961, Yuri Gagarin became the first man in space, with a 108-minute long single Earth orbit (McConnell 15) . A rigorously tested young man, raised to be super patriotic to his country (Schefter 107) , he would later be one of the major figureheads in USSR propaganda and a major proponent of the USSR space program (McConnell 42) . </span><i>Voice of Russia, </i><span style="font-style: normal;">a USSR propaganda program, dispersed by radio waves seized on to this moment for huge propaganda gain, displaying Gagarin's life story and how he struggled to achieve his dream and was able to do so thanks to the efficient socialist society under the USSR (McConnell 55) . This move gave a huge burst of support for the communist/socialist form of government that the USSR so desperately projected as an example.</span></p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-style: normal;">Once again, the world turned it's head toward the USSR as the leader in the space race (McConnell 15) . One month later, the US could only respond with their feeble suborbital flight performed by Alan Shepherd. Originally a man who was very disappointed in the fact that the Russians has beat America to space (Schefter 136) , he faced humiliation as he was only able to reach space half-way. By this time, the USSR clearly had the lead.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tables finally turned in February 20, 1962, when John Glenn became the first American in space, and was able to complete three complete Earth orbits. His flight gave a huge boost to the egos and prides of American citizens and gave the US a large stride in the space race by displaying that a man could pilot a pod back to earth (McConnell 17) . The fact was John Glenn experienced autopilot troubles while in space and to counter these and successfully land his pod he had to switch over to manual fly-by-wire controls that Soviet pilots had <i>never</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> used (Cadbury 194) .</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">Up to this point, the USSR has the world's attention much more so than the USA did, despite the fact that the US had put more technologically advanced and successful missions up. The fact remained that the USSR had done more firsts. They had put the first satellite, animal, man, woman, and functioning piece of technology into space (Newton 131) , and that was more passionate than just revising on the old, as the US seemed to be doing.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">So now that the events illuminating how man stepped into space are shown, what changed so that the moon played such a large role in determining who the superior nation was? The answer is the Gemini project, the publicity it obtained, and how the USSR responded to it.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">In 1965, NASA began development on a two-man Gemini project after they felt they had exhausted the one man module. There were several goals with this project including progressing to a new project (Apollo) that would ultimately take them to the moon (McConnell 18) . There were many motivations behind these new goals, but the ultimate influence behind it came from a speech by John F. Kennedy in 1961 that voiced the necessity of a program that would land Americans on the moon:</p> <p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">First, I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the moon and returning him safely to the earth. No single space project in this period will be more impressive to man-kind, or more important for the long-range exploration of space; and none will be so difficult or expensive to accomplish. We propose to accelerate the development of the appropriate lunar space craft. [ ... ] But in a very real sense, it will not be one man going to the moon—if we make this judgment affirmatively, it will be an entire nation. For all of use must work to put him there. (McConnell 38-39)</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">. These new goals were as followed: (1) Equipment and astronauts were to be subjected to trips that were two weeks in length, the approximate time for a lunar mission; (2) astronauts would have to successfully rendezvous and dock with other orbiting vehicles; (3) astronauts would perfect safe methods of reentry and landing; and (4) create the means upon which to land on the moon. (Reeves 241)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">These goals were both easily accomplished in that same year. <i>Gemini 6 </i><span style="font-style: normal;">and</span><i> Gemini 7</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> finished each goal consecutively, and the final intended goal of lunar landing was shifted to the Apollo program. The actual feats accomplished by the Gemini program did not matter so much as did it's implications and the reactions taken by Russia and world.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">For at this point, people of the world now realized that the United States may not have been originally outfitted with taking the playing field into space, but they were able to maneuver it much more efficiently. The US had far surpassed the USSR in successful launches and useful technology. (Schefter 312)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">The reason for this was due to the fact that after their numerous unprecedented accomplishments, Russian scientists began to focus much more on automated computer satellites rather than crafts that could transport humans (Reeves 206) . According to Yuri Gagarin, the result, as the USSR forgets about their symbolic achievements and focuses on AI, is that the people of the world will start to look at the USA's new achievements as much more personal (McConnell 52) . This fact was confirmed by Reeves in his analysis of the reaction of international citizens concerning the change (146) . </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">As expected, the public now turned away from idyllic Russia, and towards the USA as the USA began to appear more space-savvy and it became clear that JFK's goal from 1961 was what was necessary to turn the spotlight on the USA once and for all (Schefter 12) . With this in mind, administrators at NASA began the Apollo program after Gemini was terminated in 1967 (Cadbury 288) .</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Apollo 8</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> was the mission that helped shift the eyes of the world to the United States in anticipation. The USA had sent a successful module orbiting around the moon and was able to collect images from the orbit. These images were then sent to Earth in December 1968 when the mission occurred (Reeves 300; McConnell 19) .</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">Around the time, in the USSR, many people were worried, namely cosmonauts who were extremely upset that the US was taking these huge steps toward going to the moon, yet the USSR administration still refused to fund and support manned craft research. But by the time any of the cosmonauts were able to create change, the final key was put into place for the USA (Schefter 269) .</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Apollo 9 </i><span style="font-style: normal;">and</span><i> 10</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> soon perfected the practice of docking between crafts in lunar orbit and the like. After the first two steps of what would be necessary to land on the moon were taken, it somehow created an atmosphere around the world of expectation (McConnell 19) . Expectation leading up to the final goal, which was the surface of the moon. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">The reason for this expectation, and the publicly set victory to whoever got to the moon first was due to the USSR overlooking what the people around the world expected of them, and the US using their cunning with superior scientists and idealistic goals (Schefter 140) . Both superpowers had somehow accidentally navigated themselves into a fight for the superpower above superpowers. Whoever would obtain that goal was dependent on who landed on the moon. The USA had taken advantage of the situation and gained victory.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">On July 20, 1969, Neil Armstrong and “Buzz” Aldrin, both American astronauts touched down, and stepped out of their lunar module (McConnell 90) . They had fulfilled JFK's goal from the beginning of the decade (Newton 79) , and they captivated the world. 700 million astounded viewers watched the event together as a single human race (Reeves 291) . Neil Armstrong's famous words were:</p> <p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">That's one small step for (a) man, one giant leap for mankind. (Newton 85)</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As far as the world was concerned the space race was over, although it did not officially end (according to most historians) for another 6 years. The truth is, despite the ultimate definition of the space race, it was concluded, based on <i>personal, public</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> thoughts, by the landing on the moon.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">The end of the space race, although declaring the USA the victor, paved way to international cooperation. Nixon took a step toward peace by declaring a message of unity:</p> <p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The heavens have become a part of a man's world... For one priceless moment in the whole history of man all the people on this earth are truly one—one in their pride in what you have done and one in our prayers that you (Armstrong and Aldrin) will return safely to earth. (McConnell 20)</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The Soviet Union went on to abandon it's Voskhod program, designed to put a man on the moon, without succeeding. It also abandoned it's new models of space stations, and attempted to establish an international compromise on a space station design. This would eventually lead the the construction of <i>Mir</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> and later the </span><i>International Space Station</i><span style="font-style: normal;">. (Newton 112)</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">The Soviet Union and the United States also went on to agree that space and future space stations would not be in the interests of a military nature. It would just go on to stress national debts on both sides if so. Instead, the modern space station is used to study the effect of long-term space flights and conducting other types of research.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">The space race ultimately became the most healthy example of Cold War competition. There was not much fear mongering, as both sides of the battle attempted to capture the rest of the world's hearts and minds. Due to this, it was rather benevolent in nature, no matter how much of a rivalry existed between the two nations.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">The lunar landing, as well, set the stage for a new age of man in space. Despite the fact that this hailed one nation in higher regard than the other, it was regarded upon as a competitive win rather than one of war. It paved the way for future missions to the moon and to neighboring planets such as Mars that have an impact on daily culture to this day. (McConnell 21)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;">To this day, the majority of space exploration remains peaceful. After the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, the USA became the only superpower in space until China and India made their own attempts in the late 90s and early 2000s. Despite recent dearths in innovation, the USA and NASA are still regarded as the premier power in space. NASA also plans to return to the Moon in the next decade. Thanks to the lunar landing and peaceful negotiations space is an arena now shared by everyone. This fulfills JFK's intentions as stated in 1962:</p> <p style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We have vowed that we shall not see space filled with weapons of mass destruction, but with instruments of knowledge and understanding. Yet the vow of this nation can only be fulfilled if we in this nation are first, and therefore we intend to be first. (McConnell 21)</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <h2 class="western" style="margin-left: 0.5in;" lang="en-US">Works Cited</h2> <p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Cadbury, Deborah. <u>Space Race: The Epic Battle between America and the Soviet Union for Dominion of Space</u><span style="text-decoration: none;">. New York: HarperCollins, 2006</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">McConnel, William S. <u>Living Through the Space Race</u><span style="text-decoration: none;">. Detroit: Thomson-Gale, 2006.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-decoration: none;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Newton, David E. <span style="font-style: normal;"><u>U.S. And Soviet Space Programs: A Comparison</u>. New York: Watts, 1988.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-decoration: none;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Reeves, Robert. <u>The Superpower Space Race: An Explosive Rivalry through the Solar System</u>. New York: Plenum, 1994</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="en-US"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Schefter, James. <span style="font-style: normal;"><u>The Race: The Uncensored Story of how America beat Russia to the Moon</u><span style="text-decoration: none;">. New York: Random House, 1999.</span></span></span></span></span></p>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-58468991894058244712007-10-28T02:06:00.000-05:002007-10-28T02:29:10.582-05:00Metropolis (saxophone)Free prose...<br /><br />A skyscraper,<br />The lights of a city,<br />A city 40 million strong,<br />and the flashing lights pulsing a very human beat.<br /><br />A spirit,<br />Floating - it screams,<br />300,000 miles per second,<br />Another humdrum downtown sound resounds.<br /><br />Scaling up the building,<br />A fire in the gut,<br />Ascension,<br />To the top of a melancholy phallic device.<br /><br />A saxophone...<br /><br />Plays in the middle of a square,<br />The man knows his art,<br />He plays to the tune of a whole generation.<br /><br />A taxi flies by,<br />It's actually flying,<br />You know the story,<br />And inside a man goes from A to B.<br /><br />Group of people in the street,<br />Talking, laughing, drunk...<br />Car comes by: honk, honk, honk.<br />Group gets mad, knock knock: fight.<br /><br />Boys walk down,<br />Studious from the bibliotheque,<br />Hooker with a baby and a cigarette,<br />Scared as they are, they walk.<br /><br />There's a saxophone...<br /><br />Down the block,<br />A man with shades,<br />Cheeks swollen from the air; blowing a dream.<br /><br />And ten miles away,<br />Deep in some kind of suburb,<br />The lights still shone,<br />A girl stares out her bedroom window, pondering.<br /><br />Down a dark alley,<br />Deadbeat hobo scarfing down scraps,<br />Full bottle of liquor,<br />Boy, the stories he could tell.<br /><br />Church bells ring,<br />11 rings, twilight shone from a full moon,<br />And as the last ding blares out,<br />A thousand doves fly into inky blankness for no apparent reason.<br /><br />A saxophone again...<br /><br />Sweet melody, Jesus...<br />This man knows your life, your emotions,<br />He understands, creates the butterflies coalescing in your heart.<br /><br />Too many men,<br />Evil, satanic glares; but in pressed Italian suits,<br />All white, all WASP, all enormous groomed beasts,<br />All smoking cigarettes, poison from their mouthes, in front of the Marriott.<br /><br />Colors,<br />Orange, purple, green-haired women.<br />The elementals of a universe,<br />Those bearing children of all natures, naturally.<br /><br />Golden arches,<br />Green caffeinated letters,<br />American flags giving money,<br />You find it all offered in this place.<br /><br />You can still find the hungry children,<br />the polluted lakes,<br />the ice,<br />no longer is it seen from this grave ocean,<br />an abyss of humanity,<br />lights flicker in my mind,<br />dead bugs flying,<br />but those dead bugs are us,<br />getting too close to that light,<br />forgetting the light is something we don't know,<br />so it zaps us,<br />we falls to the ground as everything turns on us,<br />still in confusion we ask why? Why? WHY?<br />but there's no answer,<br />in this grave, beautiful structure,<br />where is the love?<br />is it everywhere?<br />the lights flickering ever more,<br />screaming out in my mind,<br />the glass breaks into thousand upon millions of shards<br />shock waves dissipate across miles<br />from this heart<br />the foods,<br />the markets,<br />grounds shake,<br />earthquakes shutter,<br />the world as we know it crumbles,<br />in the face of this Western disaster.<br /><br />But there there's this saxophone...<br /><br />The brass locks and valves exemplify,<br />what a mind of my nature never could,<br />the soul, the elegance, the beauty.<br /><br />Alas, I am saved.<br /><br />Thank you.Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-77120223595355110532007-08-18T04:17:00.000-05:002007-08-18T04:40:21.320-05:00Summer Feelings?Dunno... I'm listening to Air right now. Alone in Kyoto. One of my fav songs. Deliciously chill. How's summer? I don't know again. Sometimes I feel like I want to live with my mom, sometimes I feel like I could actually have a life in Minneapolis, and sometimes I just really want to move back to Tallahassee and see how that works out. All I know is I'm indecisive as fuck. I wish I could just live on an ocean with nice crashing waves like the ones on this beautiful song.<br /><br />The only problem with that is that the weather is changing. I'm afraid a tsunami is going to crash on my ass. Hell, I could surf it, right? If only I knew how to surf. I mean, come on! Three years in Florida and I don't know how to surf? But, really, I'm sort of scared of the world. Maybe it's just me realizing it from maturity, but the weather seems a lot scarier and intense these days. I hear all this crazy stuff from scientific books about how we're overdue for a meteor crash, an ice age, a major earthquake, <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> a magnetic pole shift. Irregularities in statistical probability only carry on for so long.<br /><br />I feel like surfing the world in my last couple of days. Surfing to Tibet. Saying hi to my yogis before the actual monster bear of nature gulps down humanity. Some days I feel like I should read a book, but I don't. Some days I feel like picking up the guitar and strummin some tunes. But I put it down too soon. When's the day I'm going to finally put my foot down and take the shit, you know? Accept what I'm worth and kick some ass and take some names.<br /><br />It better be soon, cause I'm bored. My summer's fucking suck and I just turned 16, but I'm still too freaked out to go take my driver's test for my license. Maybe I could do something for once. Instead of be cooped up in the house with the most depressing damn family in existence. I have a feeling it's not them but rather a manifestation of how shitty Houston, TX is.<br /><br />I thought I was saved at one point during this summer. You put all your faith in something, and especially me. I put all my faith in someone. Another person who is a thousand fucking miles away from me. I put all my faith in them. I mean, what did I expect? Of course I got fucked. Another time; in the ass. But then again. I do tend to believe in love at first sight. Of course all that means is I'm fucking blind.<br /><br />I'm really scared of the future. I never thought I would be the type to be scared. I always thought I'd just tuck my tail in and sail with the wind. Which is what I generally do put in the situation, but just sitting here doing nothing allows a ponderous mind to... well... ponder. I just worry, sorta. About what I'm going to do as an adult. I mean I only have two years. I remember at one point thinking I was just going to run off into the big scary world and forget about college and have idyllic carefree journeys in the East. But these days I tend to think about how my mom and dad are going to support themselves after they retire. So I want to get a high-paying job to support them. Is that a little too paranoid? Yeah I thought so.<br /><br />Well, song update: I'm listening to The Strokes - Is This It?<br /><br />Fun song. Maybe I should get way too tired and not think about it. But shit, it is already 4:35 AM. I should be asleep and not thinking anyway. I'm supposed to be up early tomorrow too. To meet a friend or something. Fuck it...<br /><br />Please... float with me now...<br /><br />At this point I am letting go....<br /><br />And ONE...<br /><br />take in a deep breath...<br /><br />And TWO...<br /><br />hold it in, slosh it around in your filthy lungs...<br /><br />And THREE...<br /><br />let it go... and float...<br /><br />*Bill Wither - Use Me*<br /><br />Note: This started playing for twenty seconds then my MP3 player battery died. Motherfucker...Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-48623256467378230862007-07-17T02:49:00.000-05:002007-07-17T02:50:19.794-05:00Of NowWhat's in a poet?<br /><br />A rhyme, a soul, a body.<br />Maybe not a rhyme.<br />A string of text.<br /><br />But there's a lotta love.<br />A whole lotta love for mankind.<br />Or maybe the polar opposite.<br />A whole lotta hate.<br /><br />There sure is a whole lotta human.<br /><br />But what's in a human?<br /><br />I'd say a whole lotta everything.<br /><br />Because we are all too human.<br /><br />Infuenced by our genes,<br />and everyone we meet.<br /><br />We are the culmination of everything around us,<br />and everything inside of us.<br /><br />Call it the ultimate experiment.<br />Life, that is.<br />Put us into our niche.<br /><br />We thrive, in some cases.<br />React mostly.<br />And very rarely, we create.<br /><br />Creation is so beautiful.<br />The polar opposite?<br />That's destruction.<br /><br />There's one thing left.<br />The in-between and maybe the galvanize-r of.<br />It's love.<br /><br />Maybe not from one to another.<br />But also from one thing to another.<br />We fall in love with ideas,<br />and we also do fall in love with another.<br /><br />You sure know what the feels like.<br /><br />Me?<br /><br />Post-modern love is the love I know.<br />and of love, I know nothing.<br /><br />From wholesome to the quite personal.<br /><br />I feel nothing but a bubble.<br /><br />With one more prick it has gotten bigger.<br /><br />No longer is there direct contact.<br /><br />But another windshield.<br /><br /><br />Another glass.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Another-<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Barrier.Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-87601405128752235952007-05-25T17:44:00.000-05:002007-05-25T17:59:56.615-05:00and then there's nothing...And some days... I just don't feel anything. I'm not inspired to write this right now... I felt so crappy I got out of bed and played some happy sounding music to make myself not be so fucking hopeless. But there's just this emotion of absolute nihilism, as much as I hate the fucking word.<br /><br />Maybe... I could read something... but what would the point be?<br />Maybe... I should educate myself on what's going on in the world... but what's the point there?<br />Maybe... a lot of stuff.<br /><br />But... I don't see a point to it. On any one of my happy, upbeat days I would certainly say that the very point to it is actually doing it and experiencing the emotions that come from when you ponder over it and question it... play with it.<br /><br />Days like these though, I just don't want to care about it. Just find a way to not think at all. Just silence my thoughts, and shut the sound out. Kill the very inklings of questioning. I don't want to imagine what the future holds, or what the past implies.<br /><br />The probability of everything is gnawing at the back of my brain. The ever-shifting enigma of everything that is here and now. It exists in all our brains. If you don't shut it out, it starts speaking for itself and reminding you of everything you could've done, and what you need to do for this to happen.<br /><br />There's too much. This wealth of all things possible. I can't let it simultaneously exist with my conscious mind. It is an absolute overload. And, yet, Einstein's theory of time says that time is straight line that can be navigated. And that all things that can happened have already happened. And then here we are: hapless creatures fluctuating throughout all the infinite space and time.<br /><br />It's hard to find a place to hold on. And every year it gets harder not easier. The string connecting me to safe ground is pulled increasingly taut, and the seams of it are tearing, and threads are breaking lose. The resisting force would sever it at any point now.<br /><br />Float away into the chaos that we were all born into.<br /><br />I suppose it would be more zen-like for me to state that it is this chaos we must struggle through and dance with and interact with until we form out a beautiful web of events we call our life.<br /><br />But fuck zen.<br /><br />If I was zen-like I wouldn't be here right now. But yet I am. Lost and confused and scared and distressed and angry and anxious and annoyed and pissed.<br /><br />The source of this feeling is unknown. Maybe it's generic teen angst, but I don't like it, and I just want to kill it.<br /><br />Just silence the motherfucker. Put it back where it belongs. At the back of my head. Bottle it up, suck all the air out, suffocate the thing, and freeze dry it. Put it back where it came from. Let it sit there until I feel like feeling it again.<br /><br />Which would be never.Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-36694712199301550682007-03-03T02:47:00.000-06:002007-03-03T02:48:08.101-06:00LonelySometimes, I get so lonely.Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-22160650306383071502006-12-03T01:15:00.000-06:002016-05-16T12:41:15.307-05:00The Moon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Have you ever stopped to realize that we have a floating body orbiting our planet? I find this concept so fascinating, yet the Moon is not a highly regarded part of our modern life. Every time I look at it looming in the sky, I take for granted that it is an massive celestial body that is accessible even to our feeble existence.<br />
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I realize that my feet have stepped on its mass through the vessel of another. That I, as a part of the human race, have stepped upon the boundaries of the heavens, the gate to everything beyond.<br />
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The Greeks believed that the stars were just pinpricks in a great spherical container that surrounded the sun, the moon, and our neighboring planets. Science proved them wrong and instead told us that they are millions upon billions of other suns in the great expanse we have come to know as our Universe.<br />
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But we can't get there. At least we haven't yet, and for all practical purposes, we never will. It is a currently intractable goal, and that is why we must look a little closer to home.<br />
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The Moon orbits the Earth at roughly 238,854 miles. Depending on where it is in its current orbit, it can be slightly closer or farther, but the point is that's pretty damn close. Let's put this in perspective. If you took all the DNA within an average human body and unwound it end on end, you would go to the moon and back 2 times! This confers a beautiful metaphor of an inner ability to reach that heavenly body.<br />
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But maybe the important thing isn't getting there at all. Maybe the important thing is realizing that there exists another world entirely. It goes beyond yours, or mine, or anybody in this realm. There is untouched ground, well for now, that we have never laid our covetous hands upon. Land of infinite times, or at least on our species' timelines. Our ancestors saw that same land thousands of years ago, and there it still lies. For your whole life, that same Moon is going to look down upon you, watch your infinite struggles and battles and journeys and revels and sojourns and hardships and successes. Its same face staring at you too, because it is tidally locked to us. It no longer rotates to reveal its "dark side".<br />
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Quite honestly, it may be the closest friend you'll ever have. In its infinite neutrality, it will always be there, the same way, the same thing, changing only in the amount of light it reflects in your direction, relative, once again, to its position in its orbit.<br />
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I only hope to convey to whoever reads this: when you think you have nothing, and that all is lost, or you think you have everything and need nothing more, there's one thing (among the other things that are infinitely "free") that will always be there to be glorious under your scrutiny. It was there when you were born, and one will only hope it will be there when you die, maybe even be there for the other generations that will come after you.<br />
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It's our Moon.</div>
Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-1157113280001947492006-09-01T06:42:00.000-05:002006-09-01T07:21:20.050-05:00Unforgettable GiftWell... I've been looking for a useful output of my artistic energy. I'm not very good with art projects and stuff of that sort. I just get bored easily, and I've never found my projects had anything of use for me or anything. But... I can't sleep and I've been thinking about several things... I always do. I was thinking about my bike accident the most. The implications it had for my church and stuff. Annoys the hell out of me. How a reckless stunt like that can take away from so many people. I also feel a sense of betrayal from my church counselor. Pretty much the guy who enthralled me to try the thing took my secrets and made them public in an attempt to justify the action and steer the spotlight away from himself. But I guess people do things they might regret under pressure. Well I guess I don't have many regrets. Back to the point. I'll just start writing stories based on random topics I find on the internet. I need to improve my writing skill, and hell... I might find some things about myself while writing. So that's a healthy reward, right?<br /><br />----<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Unforgettable Gift: An Autobiographical Moment in Oliver's Mundane Life</span><br /><br /><br />When I used to live in Tallahassee, FL in what seems ages ago, there was a spectacular restaurant I discovered a few years after moving there from Texas. It was a sushi restaurant and one not of high class, but rather high service. During the months that I would eat there several times a week, not once did my service get worse, but steadily better. How is this possible? Well, I'll tell you.<br /><br />I really can't remember the first time I went there, but I remember when I did, the aura of the place was attractive. It was a dimly lit place called Mori's. They served sushi and they had habachi grills at the sides of the restaurant. The whole restaurant has this icky blue carpet, but it gave it a more quiet, laid back feel. It was probably not one of the premier sushi places of Tallahassee, but it was more satisfying then any other I have been to in my life.<br /><br />My father and I would always go there just for sushi, and more over, sake, or salmon. We got tons of the stuff. We went there again and again, and increasingly, at shorter and shorter intervals. On certain weeks we would go 3-4 times in a row. This is no normal feat considering sushi is a luxury to those with cash to shell out. At least I wasn't spending...<br /><br />We usually sat at the sushi bar, and over time we noticed that there were two sushi chefs common to the business. Their names, I will never know, unless they work there to this day. One was old, and had a hardened face that looked like it had come straight from Hiroshima. The other was younger, but was still native to his land, and seemed to respect the older one very much. They would always check in on us with their cluttered English asking us, "Iz okaye?" and my dad would never understand, and I'd have to clarify. Then, we'd both nod our heads in a timid manner, eager to get the message that "It kicked ass!" across.<br /><br />Whenever we left, we'd tip them generously, and this may have an effect on future events, but maybe not.<br /><br />I don't remember how far into the habitual visits did we start getting free food, but it happened. The young chef had a knack for loyal customers, and a few months before I moved to Minneapolis he started making dishes for us for free. They started as small tapas-sized samplers to whole platters of his inventions. What he made wasn't sushi, and we asked him several times to clarify, though we never got a percievable answer. They were "sashimi salads" or something... There were strips of eel (unagi) on seaweed, mixed with more strips of salmon, and the whole deal was delicious. We were highly grateful, although we did not really know how to express it.<br /><br />After I'd experienced his generosity several times, I'd sometimes considered working under the chefs as an apprentice when the age was right. I remember I was under the impression that I'd live in Tallahassee forever, until I went to college. I even brought the class application for my would-be high school to the restaurant to look it over with my dad on those last few days in heaven.<br /><br />When he brought the news up that we were going to move, it held certain ramifications to the young sushi chef and the restaurant. I needed a way of saying goodbye, but alas, those last few days in that town did not give me an opportunity to do so, and I left without saying a word. I'm not sure in what ways this affected my young sushi-making friend, but I'm sure it left him dumbfounded when he had not seen us in days, weeks, then months.<br /><br />Eventually I did return to the restaurant. It was during my visit there in May of 2006. Almost a year after I'd left. I went there with my older step-sister (for all practical purposes) and I did not see my buddy that assisted me in being a freeloader, but I did see the older chef, and when I saw him, I'm not sure if he recognized me, but he just smiled. I smiled back, a bit taken aback, but I could see no recognition in his eyes, so I figured he had not realized my identity.<br /><br />So, her and I left, after conversing for a while, and eating a small portion of sushi.<br /><br />A while later, though I was not there, my father and his girfriend (the mother of the girl) went to the restaurant where they saw the younger sushi chef.<br /><br />I am not sure of the details of the encounter, but when I saw my father again in the evening he handed me two boxes of chopsticks. These are not your everyday paper-enclosed wood chopsticks. These chopsticks, in a think laquer, decorated with samurai men, lay in cedar, slide-open boxes. I don't know the exact reason for this gift, but it was dear to me, and to this day those boxes still lay on my shelf, on display, and unused.<br /><br />A suitable gift for an uncommon relationship.Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-1152410720927059282006-07-08T20:48:00.000-05:002006-07-08T21:05:20.946-05:00Welcome Back: New Writing HopefullyWell... It's been a while. I don't know why. My past year has been pretty depressing. I moved from Tallahassee as we all know. Anyone reading this should know that, at least. Unless you're one of those freaks who just surfs blogs. But I love freaks, so it's all good.<br /><br />I'd rather not discuss the schedule, if you'd call it that, that I would follow during most days in my Freshman year. Only one of two people know about that, so I'll keep it at that. I'll just tell you... it wasn't really as depressing as much as it was just apathetic. Day in and day out I really didn't care for anything. It didn't really become depressing until the end of the year when everyone had their little huddle of buddies, and there I was... a drifter.<br /><br />It's probably not going to change. At least, not until I, myself change. But enough of that boredom.<br /><br />I'm now in Texas, visiting my mother and sister. I can't say it's much of an improvement from Minneapolis, but there's a certain freedom about it. Freedom from the eternal schedule and rhetoric of school. The only problem, and I guess this slightly runs throughout my family, and the vast majority of people, is that I'm not doing anything.<br /><br />I used to envision summer as a time of creation. Thoughts wander and what better than to apply it to something you love? I don't know why I've never created anything. Do I not have patience? A lack of enthusiasm maybe... Maybe I'm young, and little kids don't do anything creative. No, age is only a number, right? Yeah... I guess so.<br /><br />But here I am, sitting... I've decided to come up with a short story. Once and for all just sit down in this chair. I won't get up until it's done. Until I've fully committed myself to it. Sure, I've said that in the past. But, the past is just that. The past. People say you should leave things behind and learn from your mistakes. What if people are wrong? Lol.<br /><br />What's changed then? To make me suddenly right and realize my cycle of boredom and apathy is now to suddenly take a turn for the better. Well I'm in an extremely good mood. Feelings are stirring in me that I haven't felt since that eternal bike accident so long ago. I shouldn't make it seem dramatic, because to me it's not. It's that change you say you're going to make every year, then never do. Maybe because you're lazy, or you don't have courage, or whatever else.<br /><br />When does that change finally happen? I guess you'll see it. It's called the miracle. The break of genius. People always say, "I knew you had it in you." The truth is no one has it in them until they finally formulate that thought in their head and stick with it. I'll be the first to say you can make geniuses out of majority of the population. If people took time and realized how futile their attempts have been in the past to educate people to the point of leading the stereotypically "good" life.<br /><br />I blame a lot of it on bad raising and parenting.<br /><br />What am I talking about?<br /><br />Yeah, it's hard to convey this stuff in words I guess.<br /><br />A good way to convey anything is short stories. They suddenly have that break in the end. That punch, they call it. It's kind of hard to be productive in such a critical world, but it's all right. Here I go. 1... 2... 3...<br /><br />Have faith in me, guys.Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-1143786869136897272006-03-31T00:33:00.001-06:002006-03-31T00:34:29.136-06:00<iframe name="bleepPlayer" id="bleepPlayer" src="http://www.bleep.com/player/?/AC19/32319/maxiplus/FFCCFF/575757/FF00FF" frameborder="0" height="141" scrolling="no" width="341"></iframe>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-1143613114040109352006-03-29T00:17:00.000-06:002006-03-29T00:18:34.160-06:00Oh, Magic Ocean<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><u>Magic Ocean</u></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Magic ocean of lies and deceit,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">magic ocean, what a treat.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">One million deadly dollars,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">one million deadly ads.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">When were we left to control,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">when did the last good days roll.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Sorry to see you go,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">this is the way we win.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">We won't let you live,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">we want to live.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Give me more,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">give me a little death.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Sweet swim in an ocean;</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">an ocean of dollar bills.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">The money stopped smelling,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">it's lost it's taste;</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">now left is lust,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">it's all just dust.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">---</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">But you didn't know...</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Yet. Or did you?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">How much more can you handle?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">How much more can fit?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Can you bloat it?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">You sure can't tote it.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Your collector's collecting,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">your birds are singing.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Time to sing a ballad,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">time to stop the ringing.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">When did I get lost?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">The past is in a frost.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">You had a disease,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">they had the cure.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">You needed nothing,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">when they needed more.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">When you wanted fun,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">they said let's get the job done.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">More than you wanted,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">with more there's always more.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">---</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Sometimes I dream of nothing.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Nothing, is where the dreams come.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Get rid of it <b>all</b>.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">An empty, dusty hall.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Is all you'll need,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">not their life of greed.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Clean the dust,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">no more lust.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Do you see?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Me?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Not them.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Good.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">The want will pass;</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">faster than that kiss of ass.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Your <b>affluenza</b> has gone.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Have you found your ocean?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Jump in the deep end.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><i>Feel</i> the feel.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><i>Taste</i> the taste.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">With no more haste.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">It's now <i>your</i> magic ocean.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">Magic ocean.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;">It will always be magic. </p>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-1137806885132201112006-01-20T19:22:00.000-06:002006-01-20T19:28:05.183-06:00Attn: To All Those in WaitingStirred on...<br />The emotional impediment,<br />is crumbling to sediment.<br />The love is overflowing,<br />it will never stop growing.<br />Hopefully...<br /><br />Now...<br />The words, <span style="font-style: italic;">les mots<br /></span>are filling the once empty pages.<br />Does emptiness then hold everything?<br />Does imagination stem from inactivity?<br />Who can know?<br />I only know what I have seen,<br />felt,<br />and experienced.<br /><br />Maybe...<br />Life is nothing,<br />and in that sense,<br />in another tense,<br />life becomes everything.<br />Your whole world hovering<br />in the control of your soul's fingers,<br />that hold steadfast to all you have ever known,<br />and that no longer hold when all you know is lost.<br /><br />Never...<br />Is the birthing ground,<br />where the drums of life pound.<br />In the womb of a mother,<br />or the tomb of another.<br />If one looks closely,<br />never contains "ever"<br />and so does <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span>ything.<br /><br />So, next time you are sulking,<br />look at someone and hear the beating.<br />Sometimes, it can be so strong<br />that you will be pulverized,<br />and you'll have known you were wrong.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372984.post-1133498762560565232005-12-01T22:38:00.000-06:002005-12-01T22:46:02.583-06:00A MusicalSo the curtains open. In your scruffy, hot, and itchy costume you can feel the warm sweat beading out, soon to become cold and freeze you to death. Your throat feels parched and no matter how much water you drink you're thirsty. As the curtains part, the faces appear. One by one, expecting; ready to receive what they came for.<br /><br />A good performance.<br /><br />Your lips part, and the words come forth, and you're not sure at first, but sure enough, out comes the sound. You prance around, and exaggerate the hell out of expressions. You live someone else's life. You rejoice in change. You live for the expectancy. The thrill. You almost want to mess up!<br /><br />This is the rush, the chance you take. The emotion that spills forth is genuine. This is all you've ever learned in your life shining into the audience's eyes. And surely, every note is beautiful, gorgeous, emanating from your soul.<br /><br />The crowd roars. They love you. You are caressed in your own self-respect, you knew you could do it! Why were you worried? Now you express every note as beautiful as the first. The curtains close and there is a glimmer left. A tiny bit of the love. Where is it? "Nice job!" someone says. Oh , it's gone.<br /><br />Kissed by recognition.<br />Killed by the close.<br /><br />This is the life.Oliverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09997588340659546400noreply@blogger.com1