Routine, again, yeah I'm back
just sittin' here on the train tracks.
Nothing changes, it's all the same,
we're all stuck in the same old game.

Just yesterday I had a purpose,
the meaning of life, fresh and focused.
Today it's gone, snatched away in a flash
what I wanted most, vanished with a crash.

A bottle, cradled in one hand,
the other a .44
Two more shots and it's over,
gone forever, out the door.

Maybe it's all an illusion,
and I'm here in mental seclusion.
I don't think I can feel real again,
surrounded by bulls in a savage bullpen.

Someone shoved the world in my mouth,
so I ground my teeth and bit.
Today I gagged and spat it out,
I'm tired and done with this fake shit.

A bottle, cradled in one hand,
the other, a .44
Two more shots and it's over,
gone forever, out the door.

Imagine...

A giant sandwich fistfighting a blimp. Who wins?

Hmmm...

I wrote this a good long time ago. I think I might hate it.

A lone man runs beneath blazing lights
in a world filled with fear.
His legs should burn but there is no pain;
everything is disconnected.

A fire burns deep in his eyes, always hot
never smokeless.
He runs for love, he runs for hate, he runs
for fear of something worse.

The dark streets beckon, come to me,
gashes in the black.
An iron horse rides smoothly by, looking
for a glimpse of his face.

Into the cavern, dark and dim alone,
encouraged to meet his fate.
The dragon sits, always waiting, live
and let die.

He longs again for the salt, the spice,
the gun against his head.
'To hell with the devil!' a joker cries,
but he is only joking.

Blue death awaits him, a phone not ringing,
watching, fearless.
The pain, the joy, exuberance of being,
everything is connected.

Something?

What is it?

Call me up just to bring me down,
make me smile just to see me frown.
America, nothin' better to do?
Start a war, say you're through!
Innocent children dead in the street,
soon they'll be killing for something to eat.

Liberate the people,
liberate the pack.
Once we get started,
there ain't no goin' back!
I'm just doing this 'cause I see
that nobody else can be me.

America, drunk on power,
some day will come the hour,
you're too drunk to stand.
Everyone hates you,
you don't care. America,
the elite.

I like it!

I was listening to this song and decided I like the lyrics a lot. It's called Faust, Midas, and Myself, by Switchfoot.


This one's about a dream
I had last night
How an old man tracked me home
And stepped inside
Put his foot inside the door
And gave a crooked smile
Something in his eyes
Something in his laugh
Something in his voice
That made my skin crawl off

Said I've seen you here before
I know your name
How you could have your pick
Of pretty things
You could have it all
Everything at once
Everything you've seen
Everything you'll need
Everything you've ever had in fantasies

You've one life
You've one life
You've one life left to lead

You have one life
You have one life
You've life left to lead

I woke up from my dream
As a golden man
With a girl I've never seen
With Golden skin
I jumped up to my feet
She asked me what was wrong
I began to scream
I don't think this is me
Is this just a dream
Or really happening?

You've one life
You've one life
You've one life left to lead

You've one life
You've one life
One life left to lead

What direction?
What direction?
I'm splitting up
I'm splitting up
This is my personal disaffection!

What direction?
What direction?
What direction now?

I looked outside the glass
At golden shores
Golden ships and masts
With golden cords
As my reflection passed
I hated what I saw
The Golden eyes were dead
A thought passed through my head
A heart that's made of gold can't really beat at all

I wanted to wake up again
I wanted to wake up again
Without a touch of gold
Without a touch of gold

What direction?
What direction?
What direction?
What direction?
What direction?
What direction?
What direction?
Life begins at the intersection
What direction?
What direction?
What direction now?

I woke up as before
But the gold was gone
My wife was at the door
With a night robe on
My heart beat once or twice
And life flooded my veins
Everything had changed
My lungs had found their voice
And what was once routine
Was now the perfect joy

You've one life
You've one life
One life left to lead

You've one life
You've one life
One life left to lead

Today

I have had some good ideas. Soon I will start writing the second chapter of Fragments. I have a lot of good ideas! I might even try and use them all, and I think I can. It's going to be a lot different, though!

At last!

The sweet taste of freedom. Let's see how long it lasts.

Also, on the topic of At Last!:
my love has come along,
my lonely days are over,
and life is like a song!!

Thank you, Etta.