I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready (repeat 3 times)
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready (repeat 3 times)
I am fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready (repeat 3 times)
I am fine (repeat 3 times)

Counting Crows "Colorblind"

I am no one significant. I've lived a pretty typical existence. In one sense i've accomplished enough in this lifetime to rival others' lives. But, there is a giant gap to living a fulfilling life in which i'm stuck. I am in Socrates' cave...alone and unable to see the light. For the past ten years i've been taking one step forward and two steps back. I climb to the ledge of a tall hole and someone keeps knocking me back to the bottom. I lack in love. I lack the breadth to understand love and her intracacies. I see other people happy and feel even more desolate. Tomorrow is a new day, but noon is my crack. The joke is in the writing. Am I the butt of it?

an ending without a beginning (a poem)

hear the heartbeat of the forest
its magic grace a dalliance of time
a wanderer forgets his place
a serpent finds its foe

no more a stranger to pride and lust
a mortal man seeks solace in the follies of life
whence he came he knoweth not
yet bounds into the endless dreds of hope

he repents his sins yet yearneth for more
eden closes her doors to this mark-ed solider of fortune
telleth the moon to her moor
'ye cannot enter heaven on the wings of a dove'

be not still ye child of Jove
fate loves a wicked game of chance
but a better man will come still
and he will know the tribulations once more

how shalt ye feel when thy time come
ye must choose faith over fortune
love over fame; a tyrannt ye cannot be
for the worthy only enter heaven

close thine eyes and move your soul
create a rift between hand and heart
a woman's embrace is soon to come
there is yet hope.

sleep is among thee. It is too soon.
run fleck-ed observer to the forest.
be it now the sun chooses to shut her eyes
to thine misery and misdeeds.

S.W.
6/11/07

starting over...

i haven't written in awhile so I thought I would catch up those who read this with a little update. I've moved into a new house. I moved out of my parents house about a week and a half ago. Things are going alright but i've already pissed off my new housemate so much that she already threatened to kick me out of the house. That's just like me...to screw up a good situation. Anyways, I hope everyone's doing alright. I don't have a lot of time to write now so i'll catch up very soon.