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The Writings
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
2013
It's so dark and cold. I'm at the bottom of an endless pit. But I don't seem to mind so much. My skin turns plaid as I forever be flying.

Run and hide, hang from a tree, catch them by surprise. See what everyone's talking about but few understand. Assigned slots to organize your predictions. At least that's what I'm looking for... A statement of truth from inside a cookie. Wish I could personalize one to present a proposal. Call up Dragon Island, Mr. Ling will know what to do.

You heard it right. Turning to the voices least heard. Taking advice from the chinese food man. Ordered a taxi just to ask the driver for advice. Final decisions made by the coolest grandma around.

I'm gonna face it without fear. Apply what I learned at camp... "Just run and stab!". I'm shure an eight ball would give me the answer I'm looking for, but instead I'll return to the ocean and ask a mermaid.

He wants me to be funny not serious. So I told him Japan has no border.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 11:02 PM EDT
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Square Pancakes (Movie In My Mind)
See what I see. Gonna make digital prints of my mental pictures. I'll share them with my friends and never be mis-understood again.

Wrote, directed, and produced a movie in my mind. Then I watched it and learned a lesson. Movie with a moral. Like an Asoph's Fable.

A large beast with a few fears. Grew stronger with the help of his small friends. At the end ate them up and ended up alone and scared again.

Couldn't believe my mind. Made a movie with a bad ending. Maybe I took it out of context. Maybe it was part of the lesson. Wrote myself a mental letter demanding an explanation, all I recieved was a free movie pass.

I saw that the sequal arrived, so I went to the theatre by closing my eyes. Anticipation consumed me as the previews played hoping to finally understand.

Depicted my mammoth alone and blue mourning the meal of his friends. Hiding in a cave on a dark and stormy night. Shivering but not because of the cold. All hope was gone until... A shemoth walked on by and took away all doubts.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 11:02 PM EDT
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You're Not Mine, But I'll Keep You Anyways
Found you on the street corner. No silly! not that kind. You were all alone and so was I, so I decided to make you my best friend.

Wanna watch a movie? - I would if I had eyes.
Wanna go for a walk? - I would if I had thighs.

For two whole days things were going great: Activities so spontaneous it was impossible not to have fun. Although running with the bulls was a little scary.

We did everything a tender like you could've wanted. These were the A.T.B.'s, forget my ABC's I was counting, counting on you. You didn't leave my side or my wallet. Funny I thought strawberries were in season. Instead we've got string cheese growing on trees.

Remember when I first found you. You were soaking wet from the pouring rain. Left forsaken in the grass.

It was tough but I had to let go. I was desperate and you were the last I had to give.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:59 PM EDT
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Waiter Ther's A Fraggle In My Soup
Let's read a book. Let's read it together. We bring a whole new meaning to group activities. We'll p;ay solitare. We'll play it together. Meanwhile Mom's playing poker alone. Show me where squirrels spend the night, I'll take a "Rowe" boat anytime as long as Jonny Boy's at the helm. Forget the Hull, Sommerville all the way.

Scramblin' 'round trying to find my glasses, when I realize I've never had them. Life's so hard yet so easy. Whose idea was it to freeze yogurt or to scramble eggs? Did you know the waffle cone was an accident?

Sailing away down the hillside. A storm's blowing in but that's good news for us. Running out of ideas. Clever thoughts becoming somewhat bleak.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:58 PM EDT
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Dream Conscience
What do you want to do?, consequences do not befall us. What happens here stays here. Try anything. Let your imagination go. For in this place I control the outcome. So come out and come on. We'll go for a walk, go to the Quick Build. Gonna visit the lumberjacks, watch them chop. But be careful the last thing you'll hear is "timber".

Come back. Join me in the living room. Noyhing's immpossible. It's a magical place where when people die it's not true. So I've layed down a few mats. I know you never have. Because you can't. Except when you're here. I'll tell you when. You won't expect it. Right now! Right now? Yeah. But we can't. We shan't. Are forgetting? It's not up to you, unless the sun rises soon.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 11:01 PM EDT
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Is There A Doctor In The House?
I woke up last night, with nightmare inspired fright.
What could cause such awakening fears, I haven't experienced in years?

Can't believe it. Where have you gone? Don't you care? Care about a friend like me. Like I do about you? For years you we're my closest friend. If I needed to talk you were the first one I'd call. I still need to talk to you! I still call. Pick up the phone and call me back!

At a time when I'm so messed up, you're both part of the cause and can be part of the solution. Please help me by reversing some of the damage caused to my brain and heart. Maybe I'm being selfish. Didn't stop to think that you may be damaged. If you'd let me back in we could mend each others wounds.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 11:00 PM EDT
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Optography
Can you sing with your eyes? Can you make them dance? I'm going to the dance party. I'm leaving my legs at home. Gonna look for you there. And once we make contact we'll dance together. Dance with our eyes, from across the room sitting still. We're the only ones not moving but we're having more fun than anyone; Dancing with our eyes. Our pupils change size with the beat, bouncing to the bass, jumping to the jams. Let me see your best move. Show off just for me. No one knows but we're having a ball. I take it back, we're having eye ball. Dancing with our eyes. Cataract choreography is our speciality, letting your retnas raise the roof.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:46 PM EDT
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A Guessing Game That Can't Be Won
You yourself probably don't even know. And those who think they do are just arrogant. Does it even make sense? A question that has no right or wrong answer, but then again has no answer? The efforts to find out are in vain. Please don't leave me, but I never had you. I've told you a hundred times, but I've never talked to you about it. Inspirations many, but then again few. They're unclear as regards each other. And some have already left. Please don't go, but you never came. I'm fragile, but I'm made of steel. Don't be like the others, but there was no one else. Take an example for example, it shows how to explain explaining how to show showing how to explain. Try to use my mind's eye to read what's written in your mind. Try doing the same to me, find out how I feel without feeling me. But then again what's the point in trading Boardwalk for Park Place?

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:45 PM EDT
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Being Killed By You Is Killing Me
Forget me. Forget my very life. Take it away never to be brought back. You can't reverse a flame. Do away with something of great value, priceless, cannot be bought. Perform self surgory. Open your skull and cut out pieces of brain until not even a single rotten memory's left. They've become a thing of abhorence to your soul. Covered in maggots just like I'll be when you leave me for dead. Don't forget to take the cash from my wallet. I wouldn't want to leave you broke. Forget all the acts of kindness. All the open doors that you ignored or failed to recognize. Forget all the great deeds, all the accomplishments that made you agrivated. Your bones they filled with jealousy. Your eyes they filled with tears of anger. Your very being exasperated to the point of murder. So do it, and forget it. I wasn't worth it anyways. But please if you can bear to do me a last favor. Blind me first for by that time I won't want to see you again.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:41 PM EDT
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Even We're Going Down The Toilet
Wake up and smell it! It's rotten. Get off your beach 'cause you're walking in crap not sand. Is everybody high or just naturally stupid? You all now better! I know you do. So get your acts together. I can't bear to watch another friend fall victim. Do you realize how hard it is to sit back and watch helplessly? Do you know how much it hurts? See my pain. Feel my pain, it's real and it's getting worse with every episode. Too many people either have left or are leaving. So I surround myself with friends to take the pain away, but they do it to me too. Listen to your own advice and think of the people like me who need you. It's hard to stay standing without them helping me to do so. So I can only hope and pray for the strength to carry on.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:39 PM EDT
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A Map And A Puzzle
It's taken years for me to realize what has happened, and it has finally set in tonight. All the love and affection shown to me over the years seem to be as shattered memories. As I gaze at your fingers my eyes are opened to the fact that you've emotionally left me for another man. And soon to be physically gone as well. So I bid you farewell as the shell of my heart that bears your name slowly cracks into 1,372 foresaken little pieces. I can only hope that you won't forget me and the love that we at one time shared. Remember the good times and also the bad, for those are what brought us closer and made us stronger. "See you 'round" is what I say. Meanwhile I subconsciencely know my days will be spent alone sitting on the bench at night watching the newspaper blow down the street. The day is approaching, I'm trying to make things clear in my head. Close but far is where you'll be. Happy but sad is what I'll be. Lost and wishing I was found is how I'll feel trying to get to your house that's two blocks away. I walked pass it without knowing so I gave up and went back home and cried in my fake beer. If only you would give me directions to your house. Still searching for the ones to your heart.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:37 PM EDT
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Is Your Heart Half Full Or Half Empty?
You can't possibly imagine what goes on in my head at any given moment. The trees roughly blowing in the wind as if a hurricane is off the coast. The birds flocking away knowing it's not safe. Continue this way and your thoughts will be left barren. Getting confused by the metropolis of bad things happening all around you. You begin to search for the country, realizing it contains all that is pleasant in life. But you forget. You can take the person out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the person. So you long for your other half. The half of you that at one time seemed so close but now is so far away. As one singular tear wells up in your eye the thought of how much you miss that part of you finally sets in while sitting in the rocking chair on the porch. So if there is left in you one shred of common sense, you'll fly back to what will always be your home and search for the missing part of your soul. And never leave again despite any hardship that befalls you.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:35 PM EDT
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Slip On A Banana Peel Land In A Field Of Daisies
Your time has come. Your time is up.
What to do now? Cause we all slip up.

It was long and full of guilt.
At the end lies your silt.

From the river that is your life.
Carry along through it what's right.

Slow down and look at the world.
And see she's one bad girl.

Please realize you'll be leaving it soon.
For shortly it will become a heap of ruin.

On your way to a better place with absolutely no bad.
Where no one will bring you to your knees and make you sad.

It's different now. But not for long.
We'll rejoice. Give praise in song.

See it was worth it all.
As you hear your friends call.

You endured the harsh persecution.
Enjoy your new life go have fun.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:34 PM EDT
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Finding Yourself Without Looking
The one and only is what sets me apart from every other human. Contimplating the sentiments of childhood and youth, finding yourself through these things. Exploring the world is not the answer. Your life experiences will set you free from what has the possibilty of forever enslaving you. Being aware of the situation, exploring the options, and not listening to your own treachorous heart will help you stay healthy and figure out what is right or wrong for you. Spend more time doing the things you love, but make shure that you love good things. Get to know yourself the way others know you and begin to understand the many facets of your life.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:31 PM EDT
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J-Dog And J-Dubs
Justin Daley he is the man.
The one you call when it hits the fan.

When everything around you goes up in smoke,
he'll make you laugh like it's a big joke.

Whether getting letters in the mail or listening to the Postal Service,
he'll never swerve us. To the left or right, help us stay on the path to life.

Doing his part to keep the Envo clean.
He's not obscene. He's friend to Dean.

Raising the roof when he's at the party.
Pimpin' his Fox like it's a Ferrari.

Settin' the example for all the J-Dubs.
He's not the bouncer but the dancer at the clubs.

He could have a lady on each arm if he wanted.
But completes his tasks fully undaunted.

Low stream, Main stream, Small stream, Big stream.
Swims like a salmon. Man he's Slammin'.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:30 PM EDT
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A Poem Of Helpful Advice
If you know it, don't hold it, let me know too.
If you have the ball, don't hog it, throw it.

When life hands you lemons, make a tasty drink and quench
the thirst of your local hobos.

If a disgruntled clown asks for your wallet, give it up.
If the cheese that you keep in your pockets goes bad, change your pants.

When you find yourself rubbing monkey grease on your
legs to make them sexy, remember to brush.

If you're playing the harmonica and it taste like raisins, throw it
in a bowl with milk and cereal.

If you have an itch you can't scratch, throw bacon on it
and whistle for your dog.

When you find out that your patio furniture is "wicker",
sit down and enjoy your clean conscience.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 10:29 PM EDT
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Monday, April 11, 2005
This Song's About No One, Tis Song's About Me. This Songs About No One, Can't You See?
I've lost all track of time.
I've lost my state of mind.
You went away and came back soon.
All before the next full moon.
I missed you I will admit.
Without you my life was a dark pit.
Where the ghosts of tomorrow and yesterday haunt me. They show me the past and what's in the future. But the two fade into one and become unclear. They hold up signs which I can't read, but somehow I know what they mean. They scream your name but the sound is hollow and echos. I find myself climbing a ladder that's falling at the same time. I can't seem to get anywhere and the ghosts make fun of me. The bottom of the ladder hits the floor of the unlit cave, and breaks of into iredescent particles of light. I climb faster and faster to escape the everlasting darkness that awaits me. And just as I'm about to hit the bottom I wake up to find out it was just a dream all along.

Posted by music6/trentonpacifist at 8:45 PM EDT
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