Sorry Miss Jackson, I am for real

The Stephen King book sucked anyway

I used to read blogs about how someone couldnt sleep and relate to them. I used to see in common how I would think of so many different things at night and ponder why the rest of the world doesnt join in on the insomniac bus.

Then it hit me. Because absolutely nothing happens when you do too much thinking. I can ponder all the time about how I want to work out and get a decent job and ascend my life , but unless I do any of this, then all my brain cells are being used for nothing. I am left with countless nights to keep fantasizing, and not enough time being happy with what I accomplished. So, unless im doing something, no more late nights. Yup you heard it here first.

speaking of which, time to try and go to sleep

DING! I just leveled!
YOU have gotten better at practicality! (22)

and my dork side prevails once again

Happy thanksgiving everyone.

Line of Sight

Into space we adventure
without regard for what's inbetween
only taking turns
losing our spot
narrow eyes and rain drenched hair
are tired of waiting
before looking up
gaze left or right
there will be something special
... in your line of sight

Here is a list of all the poems ive ever written since the blog has begun. it kinda suprised me.

Falling into Comprimise
Listening to each Guitar Riff
Like baby steps in a ballroom
We never know how to dance
Overcalculating equations never yet discovered
When sometimes all we need is indulgence
and some classics to remember
all is well and all has been done before

Strike a bargain with the masses
Do something sweet for an unsuspecting victim
Leaving them Speechless
Dont tell me I knew it all along
Because I'm the sinner, and You're the saint
like Untitled Anarchy
We built this out of Sand and Clay
Skip the need for valentine's day
Put an Asterick on your sweet lips

Lay with me on sweet november rain
watch the backround folk in subdued pity
sketching ourselves in earth's atmosphere
With no idea what we're drawing
and every impulse to sleep in each other's arms
Until the mistletoes of december
kissing softly near your ear

Come escape into nothingness
Where timely reflections catch us offguard
Happy and no room for dessert
We'll Pick up the pieces
From what was broken long ago

We'll speak from fork toungues
From a slippery past
To kisses that last
Remember when I worshipped your sillouette
In a state of no remorse
That was meant to stay the course
If only briefly
Lasting in our dreams

God's gave us wing's to stay in flight
With reason's numbered in spotted fights
avoided by a single flower on your doorstep
Lamented with a sweet dissonance
Coming within each other's arms
Maddening softness within your grasp
A neverending rapture; the eighth wonder
Incalculating prism's lighten the way
Your picture highlighting the reason's why
We can always escape into thin air

Learn your A,B,C's
Throw out the reason's and come to me
with no need for formal names
colorless love infailably mine
left but with one choice


Close the distance
Don't slander this with word's
Impulsive passion is the only currency
No need for imposters
Only one pair of sweet lips I can recognize
Come reflect onto me
let's plan out our demise

Consumer Limbo: The Tale of Christmas Shopping, Part 1

As most of you know, starting on November 27nth im going to be working at a bank doing a customer service ish job. Now, the downside of this is I wont get a full paycheck until the 21st of December. This leaves me little time to do my gift shopping, but a lot of time to figure out what the hell people want. This will be my archive of how I came to buy the gifts.


Friday, November 17nth.

A lot of time now to work with. I hear rumor's black friday is going to be huge in terms of sales. I hope the 'last minute' discounts are nearly as nice. The advertisments have started and thanksgiving isnt even here yet. I guess they want people prepared..or overly prepared. At any rate, last year due to my severe broke ass self, I was only able to really give people letters and/or random acts of kindness. Sure, it sounds sweet and all, but I need to compensate this year by opening up the wallet and giving giving giving!

Some places I'll probably shop

- FYE . Everyone loves music and movies
- Electronic's Boutique . Everyone loves discounted video games
- Spencer's Gifts . Everyone loves gag gifts
- (Insert Clothing Store here) . Everyone loves clothes

Now, my one problem with shopping is simple. You know how they say when your finished buying your gifts, you compensate by buying yourself a small one? My process usually goes in the opposite direction, of course since I never had a steady job money has been as rare as gold, so hopefully this time around I'll make the connection and put everyone else above my rising desire to play gears of war.

New Template

I've found a cheery template!

Pulled Apart.

Pretend
That I didnt hear
But It's your day to swim
Til Dawn
The moon graced and won my life
Further on, we came and saw
The big suprise ; your knife.

You were right about me
Crushed and never again
Onboard and right on to the end
Make your destiny
Fate wont include the lost

The scratches will heal
leave them alone
just dont go further on
thinking the world tilts back for you
each sound alive
my back still strains to feel your sweet knife

Quiet
I'm so upset about this
But never again
Assume that you failed
You were right
I'm a sucker for a scythe
Go ahead and reap
Into me so deep
It's sad to hope
and leave your shelter
the rain calls on and on
they found their girl
to cut with your sweet knife

Dont forget
I'm on the mend
fixing all threads from you
Is it in us now
to keep running circles
but I'll never strain
to hear what your sayin
numb is my brain
devoid of you stayin

Jesus Christ your beautiful
But your pullin me apart

Jesus Christ your beautiful
But your pullin me apart

Let Me Count the Ways

Oh let me count the ways
mmm I'll remember those hips like yesterday
and a neck like sweet chemistry
spill it like a beeker
I love it when you beg..

Oh let me shout the ways
against soft concrete
scratching my back like a cat
yeah baby, meow just like that
curve around me
show those teeth
bite me like I'm fresh meat

Vibrate to the bass
let the sweet sweat consume you
I love a damp treat
watching your hair drip
on my shoulder
take a trip down below
I'd love to adventure in reverse
just let me drive
it'll be a wild ride
just you and me

oh let me feel the ways
with your fingers of cocaine
inject me
I'd love a new addiction
I'll show you the meaning of friction
rubbing undiscovered skin
claimin treasure
and keepin the spoil's
like your soft back
pressed against me..

keep the light's on
I love to see you gape

Riff's

Pull the strings with meaning
get those lyrics straight
and hope she's listening
because your one six note praise
from getting her attention

would you sing in the rain?
a dampening melody for her enjoyment
cock back
and let that voice fly
your consonants travel for miles and miles
only to reach one person
dont worry
deaf ears wont let them fall

One day she'll be yours
whisper it at first
test the water's with
audacious string's
maybe they'll take
but its not just your hands
that could bring her to you
maybe some magic
blast the Ben Fold's
and before you get too old
throw down the guitar
learn how to play

embrace the cliche's
she likes fairy tales
and hospital drama's
hidden away
under lock and key
whisper the right words
and open sesame

it's not that hard
just hit the right key
and pray for rain

Let the petal's fall on their own
with a soft draping spectrum
caressing your curves
and massaging the nape of winter's neck
I freeze with thoughts of june

nerves follow your every step
with reminders of bits and pieces
that stopped to admire a lamented path
the chorus pauses and switches sets
come and dodge the obvious
I'll lead you to oblivion

Darkness cascades with potential
bare skin can do nothing but collide
to your heart I am gentle
but to your flesh I confide
with cell's and mollecules
dividing along with much contempt
the spirits trace your sketch
to a shape that belies perfection

giggling innocence
release your mortal sin
allow crude improvisions
for lustful reminding
that all roads
lead straight to you

let the wind's whisper
they know but sight and sound
an accurate tapestry they weave
and within raised stalks
lay's you and me
deceitly bare and warmed within ourselves
yes
let the wind's whisper
ignorant are our ear's
for unneeded senses
are discarded in the name of ..
touch
taste
to dull accordingly would revolt
only heightening can please
a focused minority

Left alone is cotton
and thrown aside is silk
for a softer entity lies
concealed below me

You

Following the lamented path
let the petal's fall where they will
fate cannot abandon ourselves so gently
when we hold on to adhesive thoughts
reckessly tossing our hearts in chaos
let soft moans escape your pout
springtime comes early
and there is no retreat