absurdpoet

This is my dream. journal.

I had one last night. About her again. She's back in town? Will this ever stop?

I think maybe we dream in archetypes, only to have them filled in by places and people when we wake up.

It scares me because it looks like i'm just doing the same thing over again.
This feeling. Those fireworks. This time... This time of year. This time around.

This time, I promise, will be perfect.

How much universe is there really? Does this just repeat, as i once heard, like the background in a cheap animation?
Because from twenty feet away, you would swear last night was years ago.

"What do I have to do to make you wake up! Realize who is talking. This is your voice reflecting off the walls of god." "There are no dualities. Only symmetries." -GM

Birmingham eh?

There's a obelisk from egypt on the bank of the thames. Apparently.

TT

The city of the moon. Why do I still miss her?

Sometimes it feels like only yesterday since I last tasted your lips.

"Well I've got a psychic, she's says i'm loving, she says my destiny's turning out all wrong..."


I thought that you had seen me at my worst
and I thought that maybe I could follow first
I thought that we could put it in our past
but nothing changes, nothing lasts.

Feeling heartbroken,
and one quarter dead.
Words poorly chosen
and best left unsaid.
I knew it was useless,
had no hope at all.
I pretend to do shit
and wait for your call,
with each minute bringing
an answer in silence.
The phone, still not ringing;
an answer provided.
another high tide
passed out on the coast,
and I remember your eyes,
I still miss you the most.

When it comes to blow, you should know that I stay legit.
You can do your thing, as for me I'll never touch the shit.
Clapton said "She don't lie". Yeah you know how the song goes,
but I've seen to many friends go too far down the wrong road.
And if you want to go out, you can take her if you wanna,
I'll just drink my beer, and smoke my marijuana.
Like panago on the microphone I'll deliver
with the flow guaranteed to make your blood flow quicker.

"Just seen you out with your new man.
It's lookin kinda happy,
I'm feeling like somebody just slapped me..."

"And I,
I never wanted anything,
so bad."

That was really hard, but I'm glad it happened. I didn't even recognize her until she was getting off the bus. Now I'm totally wired on adrenaline and old emotions, and I have to wake up for work in 5 hours.

*edit*

It's waking up alone,
and on the wrong side of the bed.
It's a house, but not a home,
says the voice inside my head...

It's another Monday morning,
and it came without warning.
It's the reaction to the passion now,
the glass house that came crashing down,
And the answers that you lack, no
It's the cancerous tobacco.
Yes it's cigarette smoke,
twisting towards the ceiling.
It's regret mixed with hope
It's sex with no feeling.
It's the ladies, the crazies,
the yes/no's, and the maybes.
It's the "I think we should just be friends"
The married girls, the lesbians.
It's all the stupid games they play,


It's choosing to work for change,
rather than work for cash.
You can let things remain the same,
or you can bust your ass.

It's giving up or giving hell,
the revenge of living well.
Yes, it's the egos and the Id.
It's the sex and then the kid.

It's the price for being born,
and it goes unrealized,
Like the calm before the storm.
Like the fire in her eyes.

It's my despise for this conceit.
It's all the lies and the deceit.
Came to say they found a heart
and that's the day it came apart.
It's the truth told by a liar.
It's what drives me insane.
It's the cost of my desire,
and it's measured out in pain.

It's like snowfall in mid-July,
the kid that keeps asking you why.

It's swimming pools and pool halls,
it's one last call for alcohol.
It's clubs and pubs, bars and cars,