Tim

the 60s folk hero blues.

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 01:19:46 GMT

I live two blocks from the highway that brings me to you and brings us all beyond to the outer reaches of the sun that we love that we need to live that we need to keep going in this wheel that spins us round to get back to the beginning but we never know why we are going round and round.

the false idol plugs into the cosmic background and does his dance while the believers rally around to bring about the change we've needed for millienia. Then the leader of the real pyramid falls to the hands of the invisible gods of this world and the entire army drops to its knees to find nobody was listening.

The dreams is now a product that we wear on shirts printed over seas. our currency becomes the meaningless dead byproduct of nature that it always has been and we sink back to our dead roots.

jealousy and fear rule the minutes while the years are run by plans and frameworks that must be lived in, right?

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 06:34:22 GMT

I always thought it didn't exist
their stories about heaven, just didn't fit
they didn't mention you'd bring me there
to the white clouds and the blissful stares.

every morning.

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 01:38:30 GMT

Vacuum packed pedestrians
the sound of marching
the field lines, edges of an unseen force
on conveyor belts below the old gods
building steel sand castles.

There's too much confusion

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 17:32:34 GMT

donning an old t-shirt
reminds of who I am, who I was
is there a difference in there somewhere
do these old threads add the old memories to the new brain
gone days are happy days when they're in the past
old problems, new problems, lapses in judgement then and now
fixing the brain by sticking to things that can be done right
and ignoring those wrongs that are here, and those that are passed

"Are you as confused as I am?"
"We're all confused."

bound.

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 02:19:34 GMT

Find yourself; lost in the notes
blaming us for problems that exist in shadows
we exist everywhere, for you bring me there
you want to know what you need
but you blame the confusion
take your life where you want
leave me here if you need an excuse.

The Greatest Living American

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 22:36:01 GMT

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The Greatest Living American

always dying

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 19:31:57 GMT

we are still children
lost in our playful gardens
getting thorns through our cheeks as we rush mad
waving our arms through thick bushes
hoping we come out the other side onto a wondrous sunset
but so far we can only see the rainbow above the weeds
we can only watch the bright colors fade from orange to green to blue to black
is every red tear worth shedding from our torn eyes
or should we heed the dying star long before we run out of forest to play in.

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 04:51:18 GMT

The shadows are the light that helps these seeds grow.
I try to cover them, but I only create more shadows.

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 05:10:11 GMT

So solemly this jealously creeps and crawls and conquers me
Why? I don't get.
Why don't you play a game with me.

The Observationist

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 07:13:43 GMT

Where have we found ourselves
but in fields of uncertainity that know no bounds
we can add numbers to the probility of existence, but we're still lost
lost among numbers and tensors and matrices all defining the things that we feel, but we can't touch
Does anyone not know that they help control the world around them
Does anyone not flicker the lamppost as they walk by, casuaully wondering if it would have flickered if they were not there
perhaps feeling it is a sign that the world has turned its back on them, leaving them in darkness
perhaps feeling power and godliness, secure in their knowledge that they control the physical world around them with their many cortexes and synapses.
If you can't observe yourself die, then how can you ever be dead if you only can define reality by your perception of it?

Enjoy this lifetime to your fullest, live as you please, because no one knows what the next one brings.

tommorow's yesterday

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 19:36:27 GMT

I know you worry about the cycles
about running down the same old streets
about the same snowflake of time falling on your face
and making you cry
but baby its not the circles of your past that are coming around
its the ones from a time when we didn't even know each other
its the ones from behind me and they're creeping up again

its in the way you smile and the way those eyes reflect
its in your impatience and the those stabbing words you say.

here's hoping for tommorow
and not for yesterday.

now

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 07:31:30 GMT

I'm sorry if you tear
I'm sorry if you fear
I'm a seer
and the future is clear
sail above the waves
above the clouds
below the storm and above the norm

there is no question
no answer
no time to think that we're not the center

outlines

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 23:35:11 GMT

you yearn for a universe much bigger than the one we live in
where horses have unicorn horns
and clouds live forever
where stars burn like volcanoes in the night sky
and flowers never die

you live in a world much like your dreams
you don't seem to see the seams
where it breaks apart and you see the support beams
you don't see the dirt in the ground
or the shadow under all the frowns

you want the perfect world with perfect curves
an endless forest to explore
with pure eyes to see it all

many can fill your balloon of dreams
but i dont want to be the needle to pop it
i dont want to be the ears to hear the air bubble burst

I dont know where my reality fits in with your coloring books
I dont know where my drab greys fit in with your luscious blues and reds
perhaps i make a good border
outlining a beautiful scene
but i never seem to be the artist.

rain cleanses

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 04:18:04 GMT

People everywhere
running this way, looking that
don't we see the hands spreading around
they cover the walls and paint the signs

we've drawn up rules and lines
to justify making up all of those crimes

we live in a world of changing minds

hyperspace

Sat, 01 Jul 2006 03:55:08 GMT

And when the Big Collapse comes
bringing the Big Bang to its Big End
we'll be there baby watching the end of the world
and when it comes, and won't you see
there we'll be jumping tree to tree
like monkeys fleeing from this galaxy
We;ll jump ship to the next 'verse
Catch a light trip to the new birth

lets understand hyperspace
unify all our theories
dance in dimensions we can't see
vibrate in our own ways for days
master our forces
convert this mass to energy
and burn out into the endless sky

illusion

Sun, 28 May 2006 04:16:14 GMT

Fried eggs make the stomach think hard about what it is eating
what road path highway walkway it has been down.
You watch every step to make sure your feet are getting firmly to the ground
do you anaylze every one?
do you run as fast as you can and not care where you go, as long as you get there

"What should I do today?"
Do you ever wonder?
I do, all the time.
But I don't worry. I'm not scared of whats ahead
I dont get nervous at the thouhgt of tommorow's sunset
Because no one knows what they're supposed to do.
We have plans and duties and appointments
deadlines, alarm chimes and bed times.
but everything is a social constuct
everything is trying to line us all up to make us perform as a group
but to what end?

People try to make me see life their way
but if i did that, I wouldn't survive today.

The feet keep going on today
they move on and on and never stop.
Always face tommorow knowing that soon
you will be looking back thinking about how much fun it was.

joy

Thu, 23 Mar 2006 06:57:02 GMT

the sun goes up, the sun goes down
watch us all turn, around, around around.

seeing nothing, hearing not
tasting only empty spaces
fearing that all this is naught

we wake up each morning
wind our springs
go off to working
doing all these things

by morning star's summit
we tire ourselves
forgetting always
our beautiful scars

the ones we've earned
through these mystic days
living our lives
in this false haze

if you don't look
for the lovely tree
the smiling clouds
or the joyous breeze

than all you see
is rotting wood
depressing smog
and cold hard chills

so forget the hour
forget the day
relax yourself
in a peaceful way

find contentment
find the joy
find the batteries
for your favorite toy

forget the rat race
forget the hares
be the turtle
take the stairs.

Johari's Window

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 16:45:47 GMT

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Thu, 15 Dec 2005 05:38:00 GMT

Life, the universe, and everything.

together

Sat, 26 Nov 2005 07:31:38 GMT

babe, dont you see me in the mirror
when you see into your eyes
can't you see me staring in
drinking your soft sweet pupils
why do you think your eyes change
its me swirling up your mind with love

cause i see you in my dreams
and i see you in my thoughts
running round all day long
you must be so tired
but then you come to me
and then we wear each other out
to the fields in our minds
where the sun and moon shine
and our house is waiting
free to lay down in those sheets
all morning and all evening
and then again in the afternoon.

your smile and those looks
that you give to me unafraid
you've got to see what they do to me
they make me see all the walls we'll call our own
they are a door to the future that we're walking through

those notes i hear when you speak
make the rhythm to my heart
cause you're my favorite tune.

Mon, 07 Nov 2005 07:20:45 GMT

Come and see the light through the trees
the buzzing of the bees
and the beauty of my needs

the sustenace I desire for my body to perspire
drops of proven living forming at the pores

the reflection of every living being
in the shimmering particle of every surface
and of course in your eyes

shedding the social handicap of tent living
providing for these bodies and minds we give shelter to
and solidifying the future nutrients for existence

so much to live
so much to learn
giving time to joy.

the midnight writer returns

Wed, 03 Aug 2005 05:28:09 GMT

empty strings pull from poetic limbs
that have been bleeding from the need to get out
why oh why only the time
when all seems dark
can we find the firefly
soaking, mystically in a half glass of life and death
intoxicated but with the smallest breath of air keeping afloat
why the clouds, and the sky must reflect and refract our lives
burning up the satisfying sunset
only to come destroy the peaceful night

we really find the stars we hope to see
in these arms and eyes
even if we sometimes drown in the infinite amazing darkness
that holds us together
searching for things to keep us down
just to keep us up
our toes tap tap, to turn tangled our minds;
intent.

luxurious bedrooms with padded walls, smelling of protection and comfort
in your eyes the future has found its way
sparkling and enveloping me in the diamond myriad of possibilities
while constructing the perfect sunday afternoon walk toward eternity
understanding.

0000 0011

Wed, 15 Jun 2005 04:11:55 GMT

Kimberly: i love you more times than daniel jackson has died

she's the best. and after three years it just keeps getting better

Thu, 26 May 2005 06:29:48 GMT

perfection is best served with a side of stargate

Thu, 19 May 2005 07:36:38 GMT

an epic chapter it was, although it had to be, much was learned, all was as we expected, but still, taught us it has.