pain

I saw you today but you avoided me like the plague. I see you and wonder what goes through that head of yours. It must be a crowded place filled with expectations and hair dye. It makes me feel sad knowing I cannot be with you. We will both grow old and wonder=which really sucks!

eccentric man he is

Through the promises of men come the inevitability of those same men to posture themselves in other ways, among other people, to make the original promises come true. Also and often, the promises that are made are no more valuable than the paper it was never printed on. Promises are nothing more than words used by people who see and understand their power. False or not, words are used just like people are. Once we hit 23, we should be comfortable in our facade. That facade carries with it the weight of the social world and all his eccentricities. LLc 98.2

ourselves unintentionally

There is one Hell of a difference between opinion and fact. The one's in control want the reality to remain hidden while keeping us all entertained with enough bullshit to keep us afraid and in line. Our purchasing power is what they count on and this always comes about through some form of fear.
What we see takes away our souls. It strips from us our confidence as we question ourselves and the way we believe we are being perceived. Nothing will ever be good enough in our alternate universe. In our comparison process we will always get older and lose. The whole thing is a machine that was put in place many years ago naturally. It is us, the human being, that has gotten carried away from ourselves unintentionally.

seemingly similar

My movable me never complains yet feels the need to hide away in plain sight where nobody can see and everyone is eerily and seemingly similar. It is a fine place to hide if you want nobody to hear your cries inside. It is a simple game we play with one another. WE placate to each other thinking that will take away the discontent we feel. To be content in this world today is to not be in it. To be in it is to be alive within it. My movable me is as diverse as it needs to be. It has to be that way now. To be so much the same is to be the other always. My movable me is silent, alone, and among many other's who feel the same way. Similar we all are today; so mobile and wordy and unafraid. LLc 98.2

reality cares to be

If it is imagined, it is real. If what you see inside; an alternate life that requires a complete separation from this one, and is imagined yet feels real, it is real. In that room there is no difference between imagination and reality. In fact, the imagined can be even more real than any reality cares to be.
One of the consequences of the video age is crude imagination where the line between is now digital and movable. No longer is there a simple grey area. Now there must be an entire surface of grey in order to find any color at all. The color has become the thin line in a sea of grey. We have started over and the road ahead is just now being paved high in the sky.
All new inventions begin in imagination. The video game age has brought with it digital imagination. Reality has become the screen image.

momentary song

I guess it was during that wind storm back in 76 that I became a fan of wind. Not because of its destructive power, but because of the sounds it makes as it echoes through each corner and corridor as far as my ear can hear. It was like a symphony that day. From then on I believed I could hear music coming from other times and places sounding the passions of different people with tormented faces.
Music in wind.... and silence, make the parallels in life seem tollerable. Both offer a transition into another frame. This momentary frame brings joy and heartache. Both of these things are parallels running in the same direction. They are unified in our sporadic walk through our time and place. It is the wind that sings the momentary song.

the trap and the opportunity

Many people want success..... and money. They want these things while searching for a job working for someone else. Unless you are armed with a stunning education or know somebody, you will never be a success; not like you imagine for yourself. The ways of sustaining yourself until you feel an opportunity has presented itself can be habit forming and difficult to break away from. This is the trap and the opportunity to fall in line with everyone else who gave up because they forgot about condom use, boozing while horny, etc.
Success has little to do with money and security. Those things are nice if you plan on being comfortable in your discontent. It has nothing to do with raising a family; anyone can shout and bitch and moan and groan at their kids while showing affection in public. No, success is a man eating when he is hungry. It is a man earning while working and feeling good about what he is doing. It is a man living in a manner that suits him and that he can live with on the inside parts. Most important, success is someone who feels OK about the separation between what is actually true and what is imaginary. Then again, society is like an imaginary pinball machine with wings. That being the case, success then is nothing more than a recorded high score only to be beaten by some snot nosed, punk ass kid. LLc 98.2