I was asked recently if I ever write anything that is pretty and again criticized for not writing enough and why I don’t add any more fuel to the fire that is Occupy Wall Street which I do agree with sadly
On an average day beautiful things do pass through my brain and pass my eye
I can put words to 400 different things through the course of a 24 hour period
even the people who said this are the epitome of beauty to me
the words commit themselves as they will and as they land together
Was I born melancholy?
Could I use therapy?
Which came first the world,the love,the angst or the view were I align true north?
the answer is D everything and nothing all rolled in a coffee and a smoke
I still do not answer the emails asking if I would like to chat to someone about my my half empty syndrome, so that is a straight answer at least
All of us have carried torch of Zuccoti Park our whole lives it just took this long for it to get carried around proudly in the open air
or I could but flat out batshit crazy but that’s a whole other horse of a different set of colored questions
Tag Archives: words
a flake like corn
its all just words most of the time
this is just
a way to convey in a silence of sorts
im as bold as it comes when it does
forgive the self defense
i try a smile but it never comes out right
and the words sprint out of the schoolyard
thingish
These are just words i am typing
stuttering through a thesaurus in this clouded mind
its just a feeling
no falling into a category or the lump some of the whole
two plus two is five winston but the words i need are not just that simple
its there
just always been there
my fainest of memories
there is just no alpha adjective to the define
my guitars cant’ play it
try avoiding your shadow for a day
stepping the right way into the light then all the way into the shade
When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you sometimes find that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.
Winnie the Pooh
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