You listen so well.....

Hello, I see you staring back at me
Blank pages begging for my pen to bleed
Just something to leave you satisfied
Just scribble something down tonight

I wish I could commit
But I am holding my thoughts prisioner
The warden is on vacation
And there has been no word from the comissioner

Hello, I know what you want from me
This notebook is full of pages waiting to scream
To animate and put emotions with my mood
The thoughts in my head are on the edge and will forever loom

I wish I could strangle my pen
Until a drop of ink spilled out
Then I could proceed
In telling you what I am all about

I breathe deep and push my thoughts over the edge

Pete Yorn says what I can't best....

Every now and then I get like this
And it isn't hard to see
But the old man in the kitchen
I think he's part of me
Don't say nothing bout the old house
Cos I burned it to the ground
And when the darkness comes, I lie awake
Playing lost and found

All at once
I break my silence
All at once
There's no more hiding
And all he wants
Is to show us how he feels

They're all liars in the back room
Watch them all go down
They can tell you what you want to hear
But they will never stick around
So don't say nothing bout the old house
Cos I burned it to the ground
And when the darkness comes I'll lie and wait
Still playing lost and found

All at once
I break my silence
All at once
There's no more hiding
And all he wants is to show us how he feels

When he comes around
Do not tell him nothing
Do not make a sound
Cos if he knows we're there
He might tear his heart out And beat us to death with it
I was too young to understand.

Great Oddessy Dogmatics

What makes us want to fight disaster?
It is something that we learn to conquer eventually
I play deaf and dumb to the puppet masters
But I am more of a slave than even I can see
I am a slave to the time that keeps me bound to this world
and a fear of dying in absolute nothingness.
I am a slave to the gifts that are god given..girls
and a fawning for love that keeps us in search of constant forgiveness
I put on my shield for protection as I walk out of the door
in hopes that God will show himself and I will make it through the day
Is it the selfish part of me begging for more?
Secretly searching for God as I cross the street keeping sure to look both ways
I am let down
Or did I let myself down again?
How can you search for answers from beneath a blanket in the hallway closet?
How can you make it through the storm if you are standing in the rain wrapped in aluminum foil?
If we play with fire we are bound to get burned, however if we never get near the fire we never know the true strength of the flickering orange and yellow dancing flames.
If YOU sit me down and lecture me on greatness
I will probably look out the window because you have no relevance to greatness and glory
You are only relaying a childhood happy go lucky story!
How come no one focuses on the bads?
The WTF's?! How about if you don't make it through the pearly gates because the bones in your closet pull you back down to this hell on earth.
Will you still lecture me in faith and trust that your time will come or will you abandon everything that you know out of fear and inability to take blame for your own actions?
IT'S your fault.

Venus De Milo

"I don't want to wait until the masterpiece is finished I want to be a sculpture." No one wants to start off being a block of clay because it takes too long to mold into artwork. I know that I personally want to be the finished product. I can be selfish a lot in life and I know that. At times we see others who have gone through things to get to where they are and we are ignorant of their progress and we don't understand why we can't have what we want when we want it.

Artwork does not start off as art and I am very well sure that you know that Rome wasn't built in a day. Sometimes when a sculpture is completed it remains just that until something gives it a story to tell and sometimes our lives will radiate once we have have discovered our path. Take the Venus De Milo for example. The left arm was held at just below the eye level of the statue above a herm while holding an apple. The right side of the statue is more carefully worked and finished than the left side or back, indicating that the statue was intended to be seen mainly as a profile from its right. It is hard to say whether or not this would still be worshiped in its grandeur as a piece of artwork had it not "lived" and become what we admire to day.

"What doesn't kill you will make you stronger," is the phrase that we all cling to for comfort through difficult times. We see bumps along the road in life and we believe that it is shaping the character of who we are. We take these bumps and chisel away at all that we were in hopes of getting to our true beauty. I realize this and I believe this with my heart and soul however it is hard being a block of clay sitting in the corner while Alexandros is focusing his time on all of his other projects. However, my opinion will never count for anything and it never will. Only an artist can see his finished product in all of its glory from just a block of clay. If you ask most musicians they will tell you they put the songs on their album that they like and they hope that everyone else thinks the piece is as amazing as they do.

I guess I will leave it up to my artist because apparently my eyes haven't been chiseled yet so I can't see anything anyway.

All in together now

I believe it
When she says she loves me
When she kisses me
When she holds me

I can tell you she needs me
From what I believe
From what I feel
but are feelings everything?

If I have a feeling that does not mean that you have one too?
If I am crying inside can that mean that you are blue?
I didn't read the fine print and now I expect you to be a mind reader
And I can't expect you to be able to see the future either.

I sit there silent as my thoughts fly out of my cracked window
She tells me the bitter truth, confirming there are things that I don't know
If I still love her through the things that we have been through
Can't the jury see this as hard evidence and solid proof?

Am I hurt or did I truly expect this?
I have no right to try and be selective
I have no right to tell you just what I want to
I guess I hope that my soul is see through

I wish that you could window shop my heart leaving finger prints on my window
Knowing that I am not a god send leaves me confused and wondering which way to go
Can you force destiny?
Can you put faith in me?

I love the way you make me feel but I can't describe it
I put your happiness above mine but that's not the choice I am going to ride with
I want to find a happiness that includes the sad
So that we don't miss out on the fun that we always could have had
So that we are not looking back asking where did time go
But we are in the crowd laughing and enjoying the show

We can do this if we are both all in

Tilted axis and the crazy Gorilla conductor

The seriousness of the situation,
is that we never know the strength of the opponent we are facing
We like to look at the world figuratively
Instead of realizing that we should say what we really mean
There is a lot that can be hidden behind pride
Emotions can deflect like a shield that we find ourselves hiding behind.

Its crazy
I can't figure it out
I understand that I am weird
but does that mean we have to shout?

I think the noise becomes apart of the silence
The room gets cold and I keep wondering what I did
"Maybe I wasn't quiet enough when I was sleeping last night"
Or maybe the tide and the moon just aren't set quite right
Maybe the aroma of my skin is secreting a deadly pheromone
I thought I was doing the right think but obviously I was dead wrong

I wonder
If my life were a ball could I spin it all backwards?
So I could align it all up and live life more accurate

Sit up in your attic and throw your shit
I will just hang out behind you whenever you're ready to quit
I know we will get older and this will be funny
I am OK with sitting back and playing like I'm a dummy
You can beat me up and I'll be whatever you need me to
But it's only because I feel like I can see right through you

I believe
That I am only as strong as my weakest thought
Recently, I have realized I am not strong and that is why I am twisted
Could my life have come and gone and maybe I just missed it?

Give me a banana maybe even two
I'll show you what this Gorilla can really do
You'd be so surprised it will leave you in stitches
And you can just go off riding brooms with all of the other witches!

I want to start my life with you

Everything that I do is for the greater good
I believe in myself in ways I thought I never could
One day I am going to give you everything you need
I want to plant emotional and physical seeds
We will grow beyond bounds imaginable
To harness feelings once thought to be intangible
I’m tired of waiting for my courage to catch up with my life
I know I can’t live without you but I am too scared to make you my wife

(What the hell man?! you’re losing her!!!!
She wants to go back to a previous life
That means you aren’t doing SOMETHING right
You’re holding the reigns but with no direction
You’re supposed to be there for her protection.)

I know… I know…. I want things to end happily ever after
I don’t want to even start such a serious chapter
I am scared that I will get lost in the mix
I am scared you meant what you said and really don’t give a shit
I am scared that I will follow down the lonely trail
I am scared like hell that I am going to fail
I am scared that I actually have emotions
But I should bottle my fears and throw them in the ocean

(That’s what real men do you are such a wuss
She wouldn’t want to walk out on you if you knew what it took
You gotta have the right stuff
You have to show her real love
You can’t try to get by on living life selfish
You are heading towards a situation and you can’t help it)

Fuck that you got this
Don’t dare be an accomplice
Don’t watch your life be taken from you
Don’t eat your popcorn and just enjoy the view

Don’t be bitch, be a man about it
Stand on your soap box and leave everyone astounded
Scream loud into the megaphone until your lungs want to quit
Love doesn’t come easy you have to work for it

What is really relevant?

We as people exhibit the ability to make rational decisions based on our own free will. Which by this we are able to process information and make rational decisions based on the input received. For someone to say that we are supremely impervious to the thoughts and influences of authoritative figures that we look up to would be a false statement. However, I believe that we take what we need to make an informed decision to apply to our personal lives.

Recently, we have been faced with a judge of character placed on Sen. Barack Obama that suggests that we should ignore slightly his ability to make an educated decision as to how he lives his life. (http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/Story?id=4443788) The allegations are such that Sen. Obama is deemed racist due to the beliefs of his mentor Rev Wright. If I am not mistaken these are men that exist on two different planes of existence and should not be judged as the same person due to association.

We can assume that he is racist based on the actions of others however when you bring up history no one wants to live in the past. How about the presidents who were openly racist up until the civil rights movement and actually past that! When America was in a different place so was our frame of mind. I am not in any way, shape, or form stating that it is OK to be racist and nor do I support the fact that African American racism is justified. On that same token I know that at least 16 out of the first 18 American presidents owned slaves. Well, maybe we should just forget that or look at it as a charity. Those presidents were just looking out for our economy and giving jobs to otherwise unemployed imported citizens. How can I talk so negatively about the past leaders of our country? I must not be American.

I am really impacted by how the people who intend to change our state of mind always end up face up and six feet under. Also, why the lame and uneducated cling to the beliefs that went out of fashion along with Parliaments powdered wigs. I believe that the color lines have been blurred or smudged and made a mess of with the uprising of today's culture. We rely on our elders to teach us the ways of the past but for the wrong reasons. We are supposed to exhibit free will and take this and make a new way for ourselves and not make the same mistakes. Not everyone exercises this right to make choices. Most people are drones who have no direction and so it is easy for them to assume that everyone follows leaders blindly and without question.

I think that we should just face facts and follow issues. Let's at least hear the man out before assuming the unknown and beating him down for something that may or may not prove true. Every one knows what assuming does!