Tuesday, August 31, 2010

No Destiny

No Destiny

The hills have eyes and movies lie
like you always suspected they did
They peddle the dreams of Hollywood
and you ate them up since you were a kid

Things aren't what they appear to be
Nothing's fair or destiny

I've been rather cynical of late. Or more so than usual. I'm feeling more and more like I don't belong here... or at least, I don't fit anywhere. There is no hole made for my type of peg. What am I doing with my life? *sigh. Peace out.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

World's End

World's End

You looked at me like I never left
Like I was never gone
As though I didn't leave half way through the song
Let's never speak of that day again
and leave it be 'til world's end

Just saw a deleted scene from Star Wars: Return of the Jedi on Digg... and then I started reading the comments and that's the inspiration for today. Why did Luke and Leia never discuss their kiss? Cause it would have been crazy awkward and it wouldn't have done anything. Things can't be undone and sometimes talking about them only make for awkward situations. I'm trying to think of an example of that in my life but I can't think of one that I can talk about. Ha. Kinda meta I think. Peace out.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Ageless Ones

Ageless Ones

When did the earth stop spinning,
refusing to circle the sun?
When did the skies open
making it too wet to run?
When did all the new things end?
We are the ageless ones

I was listening to a comic books podcasts and they tangented to an interesting thought. I was just passively listening to it so I don't really remember the context or their wording but basically they were exploring the idea of how people get to a certain age and sort of get trapped in it. Ha, I'm already having problems articulating the thought. For instance, some people always feel like they are 18. Even when they turn 21, they just feel like they're still 18 and when asked how old they are, they just instinctively say 18. Some people never age past 40 or 39. At some point, people just refuse to believe they are getting older. Am I still aging? I dunno. Peace out.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Tragic

Tragic

I've heard this song before
It's just an old classic
The melody is beautiful
but the lyrics are tragic

Why do people commonly find beauty in tragedy? I dunno. Maybe people can find beauty in just about anything. Or maybe we just crave beauty and can pull it out of thin air. Peace out.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Built in Excuses

Built in Excuses

I set you up with built in excuses
It was impossible to be angry if you failed
You flexed all your muscles and worked all your juices
I held my breath and refused to exhale

Sometimes in relationships, we have built in excuses for other people's behaviour. In one way, it's as though you've set them up to fail, but in the same way but in a different way, it's as though you set them up so that it's impossible to fail because you've already made the excuses for them. Sometimes we stick around longer than we should and some people are better at making excuses than others. Peace out.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Fell into Fall

Fell into Fall

I took a walk this summer
and fell into fall
The lion sat at the throne
once again at Cair Paravel

The trees shed their leaves
and I strum my guitar
I sing a song daringly
to try to win the heart of a star

I feel like reading the Chronicles of Narnia again. Last Thursday or Friday, I watched LOTR - FOTR the extended edition and it made me have the itch to read the whole Tolkien booklist over again but that is such a big commitment. Maybe I'll settle for just reading the narnia series. I know it's nowhere near the same but sentimentally, it will hit the spot for me.

I took a walk today along my usual running route. I would have ran if it was not for the heat. It's been pretty hot these past few days. Anyways, I was lost in my tech podcast when I realized that I was walking on dry leaves on the sidewalk. For a split second, I thought it was autumn. I don't know why, but there were two large trees on that street that decided they didn't want their leaves anymore. Yesterday, I saw a blue jay and the day before that, I saw a peregrine falcon dive bombing a crow... if peregrine's even exist in this city. I don't know but I think I've seem them before. Peace out.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Vain Imagination

Vain Imagination

I wish that song was about me
a verse written with me in mind
but time after time I realize
it was just my vain imagination
the odd sensation in my stomach
an anticipation
like it's finally my turn
my turn to hear the words
and see your thoughts
... as though you thought of me

I must be a very selfish person. I can make anything and everything be about me. I can hear two words out of a conversation occurring from across the room, and my imagination can twist it so that it's something about me. I can hear a girl talking about a guy that she finds is cute and I automatically think she is talking about me. Or, likewise, I can hear a girl talking about how this guy was really weird and annoying, and I will think she is talking about me. I wanted to write that maybe one day I'd be right for once... but even as I want to write that, I'm convinced I'm right most of the time. When will it be my turn to have someone want me to be talking about them? I dunno. I guess it's not my turn. Peace out.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Ritual

Ritual

We do it today
and once again tomorrow
The streak stays alive

Just watched some HIMYM, the 3 day snow episode where Marshall and Lilly examine the rituals that they do in their lives as a couple. A couple days ago, I heard about BEDA or Blaugust as some people are referring to it as (Blog everyday in August). I'm not going to take part in it, although I do think it's interesting to try to write everyday for a set period of time. I've done it myself. I've had the joy of trying to write something everyday. It gets easier when you make it a ritual and really have it be just part of your day. I'm writing about writing again. Ha. I'll stop now. Peace out.