Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The 'Odd'yssy

Lately I've been feeling as when I wake up in the morning I'm entering another life outside my own. As if I were waking into a lucid dream, where I'm aware of it's unreal nature.

Things, images, sounds, ideas, thoughts, feelings, even aromas fly by me daily and ignite a glympse of memory and imaginative take on what 'could have been.'

Or what will be...

Things that were once natural seem obscure and unfamiliar at times. Suggesting the natural world has changed around me. As if some 360 degree canvas is surrounding me and an image of this world is being projected against it, this fake, would be world. Frame by frame feeding my sensory and filling my mind and heart with its aspects and details.

I remember when I was young, things seemed brighter, more vibrant, alive and genuine. Apparently your senses are most accute at a very young age, when life felt as if magic blew with the wind, entwined with its freedom and unrestrained, boundless flow.

Ice Cream tasted better, so did rain and mac & cheese with cut up hot dogs.

Now, things, although adventurous, may come complacent, in an effort to re-inspire spontaneity and lust for life.

I went sky diving on saturday, and I have to say, that is the closest feeling to flying you'll ever get in this reality. In freefall, I felt like my anxieties and heavy heart fell with me. Then played a show w/ Wrath of Vesuvious and Matyrdom (if they didn't drop) in Los Banos. It was fun! Except for the desroyed air hockey table, truely a loss...

I'm reading 'Atlas Shrugged' by Ayn Rand. It's interesting causes it's a book about the future but it was written in the 50's. It talks of 'rows of neon lights behind plexy glass made the staircase, leading to offices filled with the clicking of rows of numerous typewriters.' lol

Comparable to '1984' by Orson Wells or 'Brave New World' by Aldous Huxley. Also futuristic interpretations from the bias of the early to mid 1900's culture and technology.

I wanna read 'the Odessy' by Homer next....

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

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plutonic love is more everlasting

devotion and desire

in the days when the turmoils of the worlds become too much of a transgression

we learn to appreciate all that we hold for granted

amongst our verbs and similies

there is light that shines but the shades of our personal endeavors blot our vision

a veil of ritual

keep things frosty

uncertainty creates sainctity

unpredictablity begats creativity

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