ode to the ms estonia

nothing can stop progress
the sea can't cover you forever

issues are not a viable excuse
it is possible to lose the soul

learned so much
from caesar augustus

why did parents quit naming their daughter's jezebel?

their faces read trouble;
many people have a soul
that likes to swim,
they are more commonly
known as lazy.

guns only lead to trouble;
they are surrounded by
noise, so they cannot
appreciate silence.


we all act the same
and don't even know it.

this is our corporate wilderness

there is no
recyle bin for
the mind.
shutting down is what i do.

operating conditions,
nothing to show.

be real for a heartbeat.
in all essence, they could care
less

some things deserve to get lost in the mind.

we do not leave egypt
for it will never disappear

the dirt beneath our nails
the lack among our minds
the scars upon our hands
for it will never be forgotten

the times among our minds

-remembering never-

o' to see the things we see
o' to live the lives we live

you put a sword in their hands to kill us.

there's no such thing as going too fast so long as we are foreign.

well, mick jagger didn't hang out with the elephant man, did he?!

haste is but a possesion
of conductors.

they are the only ones who understand
-this body is a trap-

physical traps
that have expiration dates

Get used to it. We've got to die in this human condition

the anvil of daylight

we have more ideas
than we know what to
do with.

but that's the
treasure
of our
curse, it's as though
we've been dealt two hands
but our mortality
only allows us to use one.

to be haunted by the strains
of limitation is
a privilege angels will
never experience.

set it on fire

thank you
for returning the hat
i never gave

it's quite alright

naught but a charmer
in the sky

alive with your song.

just as i left you.

if we started with nothing, how did i end up with my hands full?

common questions:

why don't you sleep?
-what is there to wake up to but a broken world?

how does it feel?
-its just one of those things i do. the same as you feel when you live.

what's the road to success?
-really?

you're all really all talk.
different faces,
same exact situation.

sadly everyone has a
motive.

breadwinner

life is springing
like the girl with
pigtails
on a
pogo stick

- a sight for sore eyes-

i think you've dimmed your
lamp.
just look around.

you're too close to the
corner to see the
WHOLE ROOM

by nightfall, we'll be overrun.

i posses
a weapon.

well, sir, what's to be done
about this?

it's not a question of
what
can
be done?

it's a question of
will this
make a
difference?

is there no other way?


may his passing cleanse the world
may he keep the world for his people

i haven't tied a pair of shoes in years

this belongs to you

comfort:

• food
• items
• inn

in:

• convenient
• sane
• tense

ex:

• act
• tort
• plain

face:

• paint
• less
• book

way better than myspace could ever hope to be

this is what it was supposed to say

the song says:

"luck be a lady tonight"

a lady is no fun though.
give me something,
darker,
more
mischievious,
treacherous,
and
inviting.

luck be that figure in the corner.

something fun for the night

but will leave my heart aching

for days to come

(just pain from entertaining the thought)

synoposis of his life:

meet a "love" through his

dear friend booze

stare deeply into her eyes

(though they're quite shallow)

lose myself for a bit.

but i am found.

inside

of

___

talk the night away

wake up alone

- of course wanting more

AND

completely and utterly pleased.

shame becomes your glory

wash.rinse.repeat.

luck cannot be a lady

i am the fulcrum.....i am the master of fate, i am the tool of fate

let us
make paradise.

she threw around
words of weight
as though they were
(nothing)

now she sleeps
and wakes with
the weight
and weight
becomes
burden

(it's a shame she confides in walls at night)

mustkillstar

Today:

i decided to pull the trigger
i am a vast, expansive horizon
looming over the sea

but, time's up!
let's go for a ride,
and watch something
new under the sun.
"the seven year sitcom"

but the end of one thing,
brings the start of another.

one thousand years.
peace.

belated requests

and so i sit
and i wander
and reflect
(though my thoughts are all the same)
you have
dug
your own grave

how does it feel?
is it
comfotable?
is it
padded?
is it
wooden?
is it
EVERYTHING
you hoped it would be?

it probably isn't
it's now the sowing season
you've got to lie
in the bed
you made.

ENJOY!