Tuesday, September 10, 2019 Posted in THOUGHT
A burst of wind closed the door and barred the threshold to the room that I named yours. . . For now, I still,
in shadows and shapes of yearning, remember its construct. With you went a part of me I shall never know again — once old, familiar pathways of the soul, now overgrown-like-vines, for I could walk them only with you as my guide. In short gasps of vicarious memory, I stir the embers of us: quick moments of warm recognition, they flare, but can not light.
Without you, I am less — like a river whose tributary dries: I flow still towards the ocean, but now with shallow depths.
“To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.”
Friday, April 26, 2019 Posted in THOUGHT
Here is the pain again // settling like a vulture on a dusty desert rock.
So patient in its certainty that it speaks to me in ancient tongues known before words.
Its empty eyes are the eyes of time of process and of cycles — of necessity.
It was today’s dream that tomorrow will be beautiful.
Friday, April 26, 2019 Posted in THOUGHT
When you cannot remember the fun we have had,
I will paint a picture or show you photos of our past.
When you have forgotten the beauty of spring,
I will bring you cut flowers.
When you have forgotten the beauty of the sun,
I will sing “you are my sunshine.”
When you forget my name,
I’ll never grow tired of reminding you.
When you have forgotten your name,
I will be there to call you Mom.
When you have forgotten everything,
I know, in my heart, you will always remember to love me.
When your heart and soul forgets how to sustain life,
I will always remember you and your life will continue on – within me, for the rest of my life.
— From 2016
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Monday, August 25, 2014 Posted in THOUGHT
“I think that sometimes love gets in the way of itself – you know, love interrupts itself. We want things so much that we sabotage them.”
You can let some things bleed completely dry. There used to be. . .There always used to be this excitement like what would it be like to create something, love what I’m doing and get paid for it. If I could just do that, what would that be like?
I don’t have those inspirations like that so much anymore.
Almost 10 years later of working in the same box, one part of my brain says I’m tired of coming up with things within the confinement of this box but I force myself to do it because I know something good can come out of it. . .If I really work inside of it. Inspiration and work ethic – they really ride right next to each other, although sometimes not completely in sync, I’ll admit. Sometimes you’re not inspired to create something you have to create. Sometimes it’s just work and you just do it cause you’re supposed to. . .Maybe by the time you finish you say “That looks good” or “that’s pretty good” and that’s it and you just move on. That’s it. Not every day of your life you’re going to wake up and the clouds will part and the rays of heaven are going to come down and you’re going to create something spectacular. Sometimes you just have to get in there and force yourself to work and maybe something good will come out of it. That was one of the things. . .Whether I like it or not I’m going to try and force myself into it. Force myself to do something creative. Deadlines and things like that make you creative. Opportunity and telling yourself things like “you’ve got all the time in the world, you got all the colours on the pallet and anything you want!” — That shit right there just kills creativity.
When you go out and everything’s all pre-planned and everyone sets everything up for you and the table’s all set and nice and perfect. . .Nothing’s going to happen, at least not for me. You’re gonna go out and do this boring shit. Constrict yourself to force yourself to create.
I am a live thread in a dead world
I am Jack’s cold sweat.
I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise
I am Jack’s smirking revenge.
I am Jack’s broken heart
I am a drop of water traversing the surface of an icicle.
I am consequence.
I am the abandoned child of purpose.
Sunday, May 4, 2014 Posted in QUOTES
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet someone. Stop the excessive shopping. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013 Posted in QUOTES
“Isn’t a person just a collection of their mistakes, and also their, kind of, undoing of their mistakes? I mean, what else are you? You know, you’re always. . .you’re always just the reaction to the bad parts of yourself, I think. And I think that’s what is kind of like, a driving motivation behind any human being that’s. . .who wants to continue to grow and live life. ‘Cause they’re looking at their flaws and trying to, go beyond it. And I think that a person, you know, essentially dies when they think that they found themselves, ya know? Unless you want to admit that you, yourself, are not an individual, and are just part of a whole. . .movement of ideas, and thought, and culture, and humanity and, furthermore, the universe, and everything – unless you really feel like that, and you’re walking through walls, you know, you are always trying to find yourself. And it’s usually a person who believes that they’ve found “the answer” – found “the end” – that there actually is a psychological end. And then what’s the point of, you know, doing anything after that?”
Barcelona, Spain. 03/13 – ghxsts.com
True forgiveness is for the forgiver — true harm is that which can not be released.
Try.
When love and selfishness find themselves against their nature as one, the damage done can not be fixed by anyone but the victim, who must decide to live again. Seek love where selfishness can not find it — that’s our choice, that’s our responsibility. Forgiveness is for the purest love, the love that has no beginning or end, they transcend the boundaries of choice — that can change but must always be — that can never be forgotten.
To some people, you can never say goodbye. You can leave, but they will forever be a whisper — like truth, as truth, a truth — in your heart. There’s no walking away from a ghxst of yourself and remaining
whole.
I know always, there is the passing — we layer the bones with skin transient to inform the skeleton of what can be. The give & take is a sophisticated rhythm. I have been built for demolition to know the wisdom of winter trees. I have received love to know loss, to recognize the end as the inception.
“Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.”
Thursday, April 11, 2013 Posted in THOUGHT
Shit. I haven’t posted in 7 months. Maybe that’s why I’m going insane.
When all these paths dissolve & we drop inwards into convalescence, we’ll rain everything into this emptiness & I’ll find you again for the first time, fingers touching like sunbeams that have traveled the universe to find it ends where it begins. I’m confronted by feelings familiar, a word too often granted sympathy & seek refuge in the bliss of distractions that pierce the mind & drain the heavy fluids which bloat it, crushing its lungs — killing it like a man choking to death on experience.
I live for the nights walking these streets. Simple toned colours pass me by in a richness of dull shades. The sound of vehicles, the same yet different from myself, drawing my attention every now & then — a second of interaction instantly splits into silence again.
The clouds of the sky consume the light from the city like an endlessly stretching moon as I coast along the surface of a sun. The streets have become more familiar, they grow disjointed & isolated, poxed with flakes of decay tearing across an otherwise serene calm. I’m one of those specks & I feel the familiar sense of fear & excitement as the world starts to close up around me more & more with every step — large concrete & steel cage bars falling into place like a net sweeping up from its hiding-place in the leaves & dirt.
This place is filled with the locking suspicious eyes, with one another we refuse to cure our own disease. The city grasps me tightly in its fist, there’s no more feeling or sense of anything else. All of my options have developed into alleyways or one way streets that all look the same. There’s nothing but forward — nothing except the sound of the tires spinning & holding frantically to the pavement & the feeling of impending consequence like being alive has become a sin.
It’s easy to lose track of direction, then space, then time, then yourself, not always in that order.
Searching for something new. Something new, something exciting — all so you can watch it from a distance & garnish your isolation with a feeling of accomplishment.
A populated area now, more intertwining streets, more bodies moving back & forth through them. I walk around the edges like a wolf — like a wolf around a camp fire, looking at the unfamiliar scene with wonder & curiosity.
So many people really emphasizes how alone you are.
by Dylan
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