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Stop stop talking bout who's to blame, When all that counts is how to change.

Don’t Mind Me

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The twisted yellow moonlight, shining through the trees,
Is carried on the winter’s breeze, and I’m gasping for air.
Running through the shallow darkness, the snow falling down,
Tries to bury me in the ground, and I don’t even care.

Just leave me here in silent frenzy, run off on your own,
And I’ll meet you back at home, if I can remember where to go.
All the faces in the forest, branches shake and laugh at me,
Red horns and eyes I see, rising up from the earth below.

But don’t mind me, I wasn’t there,
You didn’t see, and I couldn’t care.

Throw me back in jail, where the walls rise ever higher,
And there’s no warmth in the fire, and I can’t hear a sound.
The snow keeps falling all around, they tell me I’ll be out some day,
But what good would it do to pray, if God has just skipped town?

Slipping and sliding away from me, you’ve had your fun,
Now wait up for the purple sun, and dream in patterns of lies.
And over in paranoia corner, I’ll be falling slowly down,
I can’t wait ‘til I hit the ground, and my dream finally dies.

But don’t mind me, I wasn’t there,
You didn’t see, and I couldn’t care

When Life Just Begins

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Crystal grass in flowing water,
Our secluded spot in the forest.
The waterfall slips down the rocks,
And slides into the pool of effervescence,
Where I hold you, and the world, well
That’s what tomorrow is for.

There’s the soft low roll of thunder,
My love, have no fear.
The rain slithers through the trees,
And falls down on the ethereal breeze,
While I hold you, and worrying, well
That’s what tomorrow is for.

Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Rising from the misty glen.
Green all around, when life just begins.

A chorus of paradise, chirping in the twilight,
Serenading the moon on its slow rise.
The day is fading, but the night is new,
The stars are glowing in a luminous sky,
While I hold you, and love, well
That’s what today is for.

Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Rising from the misty glen.
Green all around, when life just begins.

Personal Update #1

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Well, I’m sure all my dedicated legion of followers are wondering what I’m up to. Even if you’re not (and I mean you), I’m gonna tell you anyway.

First: I had surgery yesterday. You could say I am in some discomfort today, you could definitely say that. The surgery went well, though, so I can’t complain (much).

Second: I just got accepted to the University of Chicago. Which is ranked fifth by US News and World Report. That kind of makes me awesome.

Anyway, I have the next two weeks not to do anything, and I intend to keep it that way. I’m sure I’ll find time to post some things, as I know all you loyal readers must be ravenous for some new content.

Get stuffed!

Endless Cycles

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Endless cycles, they twist and turn across my mind, and I can’t see if I am blind.
Thoughts that at once seemed so grand, have vanished through the ages, lost within the faded pages.
The darkness in my heart; I can see you clearer, by the light that’s in your mirror.
And Fowler’s Ferris Wheel, it brings us up, it brings us down, but we still keep spinning round and round.

With hollow eyes I see, and with muffled ears I hear, the fading echoes of the year.
Hurricanes of thoughts, raging through my head, I don’t know if I’m alive or dead.
And what’s been found, if I could lose it I would, but I never can turn back around.
And Fowler’s Ferris Wheel, it brings us up, it brings us down, but we still keep spinning round and round.

And now, I see you standing there, waterfalls running through your hair,
Flowing back and waving through the soft September air.
The leaves are falling, they are calling you back to them,
And I have no idea where I’ve been.

The orange leaves, the warning lights, flashing in the darkest night,
I think I’d better go, if only I could be someone else.
And this path I’ve chosen, all the exits frozen over,
And only time can bleed my pain away.

Endless cycles, they slither wildly through my brain, and I think I might be going insane,
And we are going nowhere, for there is nowhere left to go, but back to where we came.
When my time is up, I’ll be floating up and down, nothing was ever found,
And Fowler’s Ferris Wheel, it brings us up, it brings us down, but we still keep spinning round and round.

Drew a Picture

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You drew a picture there of me,
And that’s plain for all to see.
But why’d you draw me looking down,
With my head hung to the ground.

Is there something you’re trying to say?
You want me to go away,
But I could never, I could never go away,
Not on such a rainy day.

Where have you gone, where did you go?
The things I said, I didn’t know.
Can’t you remember a time before,
All the sadness knocking on our door.

We danced in meadows soft and green,
The prettiest flower ever seen.
The sun beat down, I closed my eyes,
But I always felt you by my side.

I never thought you’d really go
All our plans were made for two.
How can the world still carry on?
How is the sky still blue?

I thought I could forget,
I thought I could erase the pain.
But then I saw you passing by,
The memories all came back again.

I know things could never be the same,
But I’m still willing to try.
Because by your love I live,
And in your pain I die.

I drew a picture here of you,
And that’s me there by your side, too.
We’re looking up into the sky,
Where hopes and dreams are passing by.

Sunset Avenue

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Dawn was breaking everywhere when I came into this world anew,
And ever since, the world’s been turning, there was nothing I could do,
And I knew the light could only last so long, before it slowly slipped out of view.
So I went out on the road, not for glory or gold, I only wanted to find the truth.
And ever since I’ve been walking down this Sunset Avenue.

I passed a man with long grey hair and dull, listless eyes,
I saw a thousand stories never told amongst the lies.
And then he’s gone, I had moved on, still further down the road,
To the grave he’ll go, and we’ll never know, all the things he meant to do,
And still I searched for my answers out on Sunset Avenue.

Then I passed by the place where dreams all go to die,
And I quickened my pace, I couldn’t bear to see the faces asking “Why?”
But then I thought I heard a voice, and I thought I heard it calling for me.
Oh can’t you see, I’m still so young and free, don’t try and drag me down with you,
But I knew one day I’d be back out on Sunset Avenue.

I’ve been to the place where children go, when they die before they reach two.
And I stood on the wall, and looked out on them all, not even able to move.
And I heard them crying, all alone, in eternal solitude.
Why oh God why, did they have to die, before they had even reached two?
And here they will wait, for there is no escape from Sunset Avenue.

I saw a thousand mothers crying, with their heads all in their hands,
And some were sitting and some were lying, not even able to stand,
After the years out on the road, searching for their lost sons,
Some taken by knives, and some taken by guns, but there was nothing they could do,
But still they search, no matter how much it hurts, on Sunset Avenue.

Light in a Dark Place

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I’m sorry that I’m not Jesus,
No, I can’t save the whole world,
But at least let me save you.

I’ll shine wherever you need me,
Until the dawning of a new day,
And a new star arises.

No one has gone so far,
That they can’t come back around,
And start all over again.

I still remember the first time,
Oh, that the world didn’t stop spinning,
And the sun fall from the sky.

So I prayed for the sun to never set,
That it would be held in the sky a while longer,
But night came too soon.

What we had wasn’t real,
It had to end for no love,
Could be so strong.

We found light in a dark place,
Like a supernova we exploded,
And slowly faded away.

Walk With Me

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Snow swirls about my face,
Beating down upon my door.
The icy hands clutch my heart,
Until I’m with you once more.

Black leaves fall, across my path,
I feel a chill right through my core.
Piece together the light in the shadows,
As I stumble upon your door.

Walk with me ‘til the first sunlight,
Walk with me through the darkest night.
Walk with me ‘til the sun shines down,
On your face in the pale moonlight.

Winds come whipping around my forehead,
Blow me right back on down the street.
Trudging onward, if it takes me hours,
Soon enough I will find my heat.

Sight goes dark, hands not feeling,
Stumble and fall, into the cold.
And then your touch is upon my shoulder,
Put out your hand, give me something to hold.

Walk with me ‘til the first sunlight,
Walk with me through the darkest night.
Walk with me ‘til the sun shines down,
On your face in the pale moonlight.

Processed People

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I watch the processed people, live their lives on conveyor belts.
Is it really freedom, if you’re held by invisible chains?
The man walks up and smiles, he’s got enough ‘til tomorrow.
And continues on without caring, about his aches or pains.

The girl standing on my corner, calls to wave me over,
“Does it make a difference?” she asks as she blows her friend a kiss.
Two eyes, a mouth, and a nose, she thinks more than she knows,
The blind man is truly the only one who lives in bliss.

His paper numbers thirty, though his face shows fifty,
By the time he makes it, there will be no looking back.
To sit and speak in silence, what more could you ask for?
I showed myself to the door, and looked at the stings on his back.

Start out talking madness, only then knowing gladness,
As the veil is lifted, the shroud appears to darken your eyes.
And when once more insanity, stops by, this time to stay,
It’s only because you can no longer tell the truth from all the lies.

Moonlit Day

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Moonlit day with a sapphire sky,
With ripples in the silver stream.
Black raven flies upon a grey sky,
While moths dance on the silent breeze.

Melancholy tears by the fireside,
Purple flower among the brown leaves.
Gravestone in an open clearing,
Broken bough on a crooked tree.

Swirling rapids on a mellow rock,
Gleaming sunlight shining through,
Streaming through the cloistered clouds,
Bring me warmth I know is true.

Rolling hills of copper and crimson,
Golden cliffs overlook the sea.
A wooden bridge cross the open ocean,
Purple flower in a poppy field.

A bright forest further I can see,
Lying across the dark open field.
Past the stone cottage, a storm is brewing,
In the eye of the storm I will be healed.

Sweet sleep creeping across my vision,
Cover my eyes and take me away.
Though where the dream starts and,
Where the world ends I can’t say.

Swirling rapids on a mellow rock,
Gleaming sunlight shining through,
Purple flower amidst the falls,
Bring me warmth I know is true.