i have a new addiction in the blogging world: audioblogs. they.are.excellent. i mean, it is quite possibly the coolest thing ever to listen to these people’s voices…people from canada…from new york…from california. i’m trying to find a foreign voice somewhere…especially if they happen to be speaking their native tongue. in the meantime, you can go hear all about coqui’s roadside adventure here. peace.
oh yeah…here’s where you can get your own…audblogging
Ξ September 29th, 2003 | → 0 Comments | ∇ poems |
trekkie dreams in blue sky notions
i look and see the old blue sky as old
as father time, and can’t help but wonder,
this sure could be a wonderful world,
if only two suns appeared up there;
one orange, the second might be reddish instead.
i wonder, is it too much too ask that
i have the chance to live on mars while winter
is raging down on earth? the vegetation,
so wild and out of this world…a third moon;
i could accept a moon extra than earth sports,
it would not freak me out. and maybe
the blue sky could be pink all the time.
and i would embrace it… cause if one wish
was granted unto me; i’d wish to be born
in gene rodenberry’s wonderful world.
stuff is still evolving…hang tight…
wait! don’t go anywhere! you’re in the right place, but i had to change a few things. and by few i mean blogger sucks and they lost my entire template from before. and so i have moved on. to better things, i hope. vote in the poll and lemme know what you really think…
i.am.tired.
last night i actually went to bed at a decent hour…11 pm. (i know!) i had an 8:30 class, so i woke up at 8…feelin like i had slept for half an hour. so after class, i came back and slept for another three hours till my next class! and i’m still tired! what is wrong with me?!
in other news, the new thursday cd is simply stunning. i mean, it is one of the best albums i have heard in awhile. check out the words to this song…and i’ll go listen to it…
“signals over the air”
this is what you see when you look in my direction
incandescent corsets draw eyes tight, like wires
this is how it feels calling out but no one even hears.
the signal sent over the air
when you say my name i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
is this how it feels when you don’t even fit into your own skin?
and its getting tighter, everyday i’m getting smaller. if i keep holding my breath i’m going to disappear.
there is nowhere to hide.
they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
there’s nowhere to hide.
if i keep holding my breath all of this will fade away.
if you keep driving we’ll be lying in the wreck.
changing the shape, folding like an envelope to keep each other in.
shattered glass, broken looks and mascara gets washed away by windshield wiper blades, that’s where we
hide the love and lies
and sex
on the radio.
i want a suitcase handcuffed to my hand…that would be the coolest thing ever…or not…i changed my mind…
“hell yeah…reminds me of summer…when we used to fire up the barbeque…and throw down on some fritos…i can still see dad with the apron on…”
why does finding out that your ex-girlfriend has a crush on not one, but two boys, and they have similar feelings towards her, hurt like a bitch? i don’t understand it. i don’t think i can deal with thinking about it, but i can’t deal with not thinking about it. it is squeezing its way into my thoughts like a poor man begging for a coin. no matter how hard i try to convince the thought to leave, that there is nothing for it here, it will not yield. it pursues me with a vengeance of fire and wraps itself around me like a snake suffocating its prey. and that’s what i am…prey to its foolish devices. is it because i cannot let go? is it because i am jealous that she has found another? i want to scream. i want to cry. i want to write an emotional song and sing it at the top of my lungs while i’m driving through oblivion. but instead i can only sit and wonder what i have left worth celebrating.
the friday five
1. Who is your favorite singer/musician? Why? - derek webb because of his honesty and conviction in writing…besides the fact that his music rocks my face off.
2. What one singer/musician can you not stand? Why? - kid rock…cause he’s NOT GOOD!!!
3. If your favorite singer wasn’t in the music business, do you think you would still like him/her as a person? - i surely would…he’s one of the coolest people i’ve ever met and hung out with.
4. Have you been to any concerts? If yes, who put on the best show? - lots of concerts. i’m gonna go with two…thursday and the dave matthews band
5. What are your thoughts on downloading free music online vs. purchasing albums? Do you feel the RIAA is right in its pursuit to stop people from dowloading free music? - i do both…download and purchase. of course, i’m just one of those people that likes to have the real album. but when i discover a new artist through kazaa, sure, i will download a few songs…but eventually i will buy the actual album, too. i have no comment at this time regarding the RIAA. thank you.
2:51 am
wonderful.
that’s how it was; wonderful.
wonderful, that is, until
it happened
things were
wonderful.
i was warm.
i was fed.
i was HAPPY.
…and suddenly…
things weren’t
wonderful.
in fact they were terrible.
i was pushed.
i was spun.
i was NOT happy.
so suddenly,
everything was so bright;
so loud.
so cold.
and so i screamed.
you would have done the same.
suddenly
everything was
still.
and i was warm again.
i’ve been awake for nearly 16 hours now. yes…i am in college. no, i’m not ready for this test. *sigh* it’s a neverending cycle of promises of harder work, more diligence and higher grades. but somehow i find myself at the coffeeshop for open mic night…and then at another fraternity-sponsored open mic (neither of which i performed at). then i’m off to a friend’s apartment to write some music for our slowly-forming band. see a common thread? music. it’s all i want to do…it even comes at a sacrifice to my scholarly duties. although it’s hardly worth it being this close to graduation, i would drop out of school given a guarantee (or pretty darn close to one) of steady gigs. all i ask is that the band can support itself. and all i mean by support is a place to sleep, food to eat and ears to hear. my mom has absolutely no idea why that life appeals to me, but then, she’s not a musician. musicians live for the gig. which means sacrifice. which means commitment. which works apart from glory. which leads to my dream.
hey, the arkansas razorbacks won! of course, i never had any doubt whatsoever…and it’s a wonderful feeling! now if we can only play that well the rest of the season. if so, i think we could be in an BCS bowl. no, seriously…and poo to all you haters…
well, it’s nearing the end of another baseball season. and once again i am left disappointed by my team. obviously not the cubbies, because they still have a good chance of making the playoffs…no, my boys are not even above .500. the texas rangers…so much offensive firepower…so little pitching ability. the annoying thing is that we’ve had chances to pickup legitimate number one starters. esteban loiaza, for example, used to play for the rangers, but is having a great year playing for the white sox. did nolan ryan leave some curse, like “none shall be better than me?” man…it’s so frustrating. now i’m pinning all my sporting hopes on the arkansas razorbacks, who will be playing texas on saturday…
sometimes i feel like i’m in a windowless room, with no dreams to hold onto, and no stars to look upon…and i just stare at the blank walls…and wish i had a sledgehammer to bust out of that cruel prison cell. even though i hope to dream, i don’t know how…who will teach me? someone throw me a line and maybe i’ll crawl out…
last night i bought a stephen king book. i’ve wanted to read some of his stuff for awhile just because he’s had so many popular books. i know that doesn’t guarantee a good writer, but surely it’s worth something. anyway, i bought a collection of some of his novellas, which includes “rita hayworth and shawshank redemption,” “apt pupil” and “the body.” all three of those have been made into films. so i’m fairly excited about “discovering” a new great author. anyone else read king?
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