Blame it on Tuesday - pt 1

Enter the Hanged Man. He trips and stumbles through the forest, lost in his drunken, time-spiraling madness. He falls purposefully onto the World Tree and sees the rope hanging twisted from it's branches. Yggdrasil knows his pain and longing. Yggdrasil has seen the world born and will see it die. There is a desperateness to the way the tree grows in every direction, reaching for it's end at the hands of the sun. The Hanged Man reaches for the rope. "Yggdrasil, I have come for the memories I am missing, and the knowledge that is owed to me. I have nothing to offer you, but I need these things." "You who have come to me for knowledge of the past and the mysteries of the world. You do have one thing you can offer me. I have no eyes, I cannot see the world as your kind can. You have two eyes, and surely a man needs only one eye to see. Pluck from your face your right eye, and lay it before me, use the rope as you already know you must, and I will give you sight into the things you know not."

Posted on: 9 December 2004 | 9:45 am

mad man intellectual southern dead man's blues

There's been a feeling of being far away alot lately. One part of me says to run far away. The other part says I'm already far away. I've been battling with disaster, waiting for the explosion. Jesus, I'm starting to sound like a fucking rock star or a damned 15 year old goth. I can't figure out which, but I never much liked either. I've said this many times before, and I'm sure I'll say it again, but it's time for me to regain focus.

Posted on: 7 December 2004 | 12:11 pm

who knows where i'm headed.

There's a diamond somewhere amongst the stones in my head. When it can, it shines through. But mostly, it's covered by the stones.

Posted on: 4 December 2004 | 6:27 pm

somewhat corny

There's a piece of me, floating somewhere in space that I can't ever seem to reach. But she clarifies the space between my ears and clears out the cobwebs I just can't seem to reach. She's the world to me, plus a Biggie fries and drink.

Posted on: 30 November 2004 | 12:14 am

fortunate drunken ramblings

The sky is creamy blue and a lighthouse blinks in the distance. There's a cigarette in my hand and a breeze on my lips. She looks at me, and I can't help but think I'm dreaming. Where did this life come from?

Posted on: 19 November 2004 | 2:28 am

brainscramble

Surfing through wonderland on a skateboard made of plastic and velcro. There's a chimp all pimped up, and someone says it's me in there.

Posted on: 4 November 2004 | 10:09 pm

A lighthouse blinks in the distance as the ocean showers me. Hope, then darkness. The lighthouse means so much to mankind.

Posted on: 28 October 2004 | 1:11 am

the grey area

Things have been grey lately. Maybe I'll start writing again soon. Right now, I don't know.

Posted on: 25 October 2004 | 8:59 pm

Moonlit Epidemic

I walk around in circles and become unlike the moonlight. Feelings slipping past me like ghosts in the noontime desert. And there she sits, on top of town hall, waving at the passing traffic, screaming hopeless lunacies. I can't help but feel I've got some kind of sunshine swirling through my veins, and streaming out my ears. In this post war epidemic of crazy sad hearts with nothing worth dying for, we might have found something.

Posted on: 18 October 2004 | 11:01 pm

Shortie

Out there in the distance she is dissolving in the moonlight. She turns and spills, and laughs til the sun comes up.

Posted on: 17 October 2004 | 9:24 pm

bad things

I sit down on the corner of the sofa and laugh. This place is full of memories and religion. But life is like that.

Posted on: 10 October 2004 | 11:29 pm

Phoenix Fire

So here I am. I've been trying to think of something to say for a couple of days now, but I just can't clear the cobwebs out of my head. We're gonna see if I can force something out. ------- She paints a face for every color of the rainbow. Names them each names she wishes she had. Labels the sadness and the anger, and shows the world the difference. Sometimes it's hard to know where you're headed. There are times your feet just can't find the ground. And no mater how high up your head is, you still can't see past the clouds. Force your way through everyday. Sometimes it's all you got to keep on moving. But sometimes the moving is what holds us back. She can't find herself in the crowd, can't see me disappearing over her shoulder. I'll never understand as much as I do now. (Author's Note: "Phoenix Fire" chapbook, entry #11)

Posted on: 9 October 2004 | 11:30 pm

Alive

Well, we made it back alive. The girl is now where she belongs. She had a hell of a time getting here, but it all worked out in the end. Regular posting will resume tomorrow.

Posted on: 6 October 2004 | 2:02 am

Coming down from the mountain.

Today shall perhaps be the best Tuesday ever.

Posted on: 4 October 2004 | 11:18 pm

Metatron's Return

Rub you eyes and kiss my cheek. Tell me you're too tired to sleep. Crawl in the bed pull back the sheets. In my dreams you'll never leave. Hold me close. Don't let me leave. You know I'll run if you let me. Dreams are there. I can't believe, you're lying here next to me. (Author's Note: "Phoenix Fire" chapbook, entry #10)

Posted on: 3 October 2004 | 11:02 pm

I love the rainy night

I'm feeling a little out of place lately. Like there's somewhere else I should be, or something else I should be doing. Like my life's slipping by and I can't remember where I am. There's a cool breeze outside, but no rain. I miss the rain.

Posted on: 2 October 2004 | 11:42 pm

goodness.

SHE'S COMING HOME!

Posted on: 2 October 2004 | 12:57 am

Spanish Honeymoon.

Let's go crazy. We'll run off to the ocean. See the seas from the shores of Barcelona. Climb the cliffs, and jump into the water. Forget the names and faces of the people we used to know. Come up pure and clean and new. Remember everything we've lost. And dream new dreams. We'll write new lines for the actors that play me and you. Start things right in the cold salt water. (Author's Note: "Phoenix Fire" chapbook, entry #9)

Posted on: 1 October 2004 | 11:18 pm

dreaming is empty

My heart breaks and I fall out the window into the cool fall breeze. Don't do me like the others have done. I miss your calls, but catch your sound. I can't pick up signals this close to the ground. I need you here, lover. I need you here soon. I can't keep this up, my heart's going to shatter. (Author's Note: "Phoenix Fire" chapbook, entry #8)

Posted on: 30 September 2004 | 11:02 pm

Soulmate?

I feel myself slipping, but I don't know the difference. The distance between you and I is making my head throb and grind. Souls play to win. There's a checkmate everytime. But I can't seem to locate my queen anymore. (Author's Note: "Phoenix Fire" chapbook, entry #7)

Posted on: 29 September 2004 | 11:04 pm

Something for Someone

She dreams in color, but I dream in reverse. I see the end before the beginning every time. With her gone, my dreams move backward even faster now. I've got to find my way back. I'm lost now, and floating through dreams I've never had. I've got to get back. I'm reaching for something I've been trying to find for a lifetime. But I can't reach her. (Author's Note: "Phoenix Fire" chapbook, entry #6) ----------------------------------------- HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE.

Posted on: 28 September 2004 | 11:01 pm

Armageddon the road.

She's outside in the middle of it all. I can't help but feel I'm losing her to the coinciding differences between the future, present, and past. I wish the rain would just start so I could feel clean again. If I stare up into the stars for a moment longer my head might explode and you'd find me over there, beneath the debris. She's outside in the middle of it all. I can't help but feel that I've lost her amongst the death-fire-destruction that is the mark of the beast. Maybe the rain can still fall on me and put out the fires that she's started inside my brain. I start running, but every time I hit the wall. (Author's Note: "Phoenix Fire" chapbook, entry #5)

Posted on: 27 September 2004 | 11:50 pm

Rain Falls Down

Outside in the fog, I wander. I'm feeling a little lost lately. Something's missing, but nothing much has changed. Across the planet, she's dreaming under a starlit sky. Something's missing, but she's sure nothing has changed. (Author's Note: "Phoenix Fire" chapbook, entry #4)

Posted on: 26 September 2004 | 11:05 am

Not a Day on Any Calender

The following poem is by Jalal al-Din Rumi, as translated by Coleman Barks. The original was written in Arabic, almost 800 years ago. I think you'll find that hard to believe. It stands the test of time. It's my favorite poem, and often times the only reason I write. I'll include an amazon.com link to the book at the bottom. NOT A DAY ON ANY CALENDER ---------- Spring, and everything outside is growing, even the tall cypress tree. We must not leave this place. Around the lip of the cup we share, these words, My Life Is Not Mine. If someone were to play music, it would have to be very sweet. We're drinking wine, but not through lips. We're sleeping it off, but not in bed. Rub the cup acros your forehead. This day is outside living and dying. Give up wanting what other people have. That way you're safe. "Where, where can I be safe?" you ask. This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calender. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say. Thought take form with words, but this daylight is beyong and before thinking and imagining. Those two, they are so thirsty, but this gives smoothness to water. Their mouths are dry, and they are tired. The rest of this poem is too blurry for them to read.

Posted on: 24 September 2004 | 11:09 pm

You know I've always been a sucker for a pretty girl.

Car lights crawl across my ceiling and I wonder if it's you out there. Come to get me. Take me with you. And the planes crash, and I don't care. The sky falls down around us, but there's nothing left, except you and me right here. I tell you that I love you. You roll your eyes and let out a sigh. The clouds begin to rain on us, but we don't even know it's there. (Author's Note: "Phoenix Fire" chapbook, entry #3)

Posted on: 23 September 2004 | 11:05 pm