Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Old man, take a look at your life



"I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him."
-Galileo Galilei
I have an idea.

One that has been with me for a long time.  And I find that each and every place I go, I meet someone to add, build to that idea.  It is quite simple and leads me down many paths, but overall the idea is there.  It is the base, source of all the dreams I have for the future.  With each person I meet, they give me new insight and knowledge to better tune myself.  I alter with the information I choose to retain and also, with the ones I throw out.  Both ways, I am constantly learning.
My dreams never change, only the journey to them is unwritten.

This idea may not be ready for me yet.  Better yet, I don't think I am ready for it yet.  I must take the growing idea, narrow it, shape it, construct it into a plan.  Grab from the sky, the tangled mess of motives, needs, ambitions and tame them into my idea.  Yes, broad, but all the pieces are there.  All the parts I need are at my fingertips and will present themselves as needed.

You need a pair of balls to go forth in this world.  Life is tough and if you really want to make a stand, a difference, nothing is going to be laid out for you.  The pieces are never going to all be there and you must go forth and build/find your own.  This involves taking risks, calculated risks.  Know who you are dealing with–change.  Know how you can deal with it–Start from the beginning and observe.  Observe all of the possible outcomes and factors in effect.  It's a fucking game and when you are good...You are on top of the world.  At the same time this place is a battlefield.


Hell, no one wants to jump in the "shit."  But when you are in the "shit," that is where is all happens.  Deals are lost and made.  Men rise and fall.  Hearts are broken, inspired, and together.  Stay out and you run in circles for the rest of your life.  Go ahead and jump in, take a chance and make your own path.

Monday, September 19, 2011

coffee and a cigarette


Young man
Look ahead, look ahead
Think again, think again
When you might be alone
Well, that's were it began
Build with your hands 
With the tools of man
Take heed, take heed
They planted the seed







We'll just play this one out until it explodes 
into a thousand tiny pieces 
What's your story universe 
You are melody and numbers
You are shapes, and you are rhythms 
They are signs that we can learn
to place over the heavens
to predict how long they'll burn

How long will I last 
Can I turn up the heat
What star am I circling
What's circling me
Now my ebb, and my flow
My lack of control
Turning on, turning off
Saying yes, but playing no

Things keep changing
Things keep changing 
Things keep changing

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

break on through

Traveling makes you aware.
Traveling is beautiful,  yet brutal.  
Unbalanced, but still flowing.
Wear your scars 
for they are beauty
they are forever 



...to the otherside.