Pererrit

Through the shadow of a back door: a Leather jacket, T-shirt, blue jeans, guitar pick between the teeth, and a dark bottle of red wine in his left hand. The bigger the bottle the longer show, so this was going to be a great night. He sets the bottle down next to the microphone and picks up his guitar. He pulls the pick out of his teeth and puts it to the strings. Blue eyes look up and survey the crowd: packed house. His head leans back down to follow his fingers with the guitar. A few notes transform in to a rhythm, into a few measures and lines into a song. He opens his mouth to begin… "A man lies in a bed in a room with no door. He waits f

Like ants in a row, The burden they tow, A debt they owe, And so they flow, Methodically, Relentlessly. The machine rolls on, Each cog, a pawn, Ensures another dawn, And so they've gone, Methodically, Relentlessly. Marching to the drum, The only tune to hum, Turns the mind numb, And so the next will come, Methodically, Relentlessly. Takes one to step out, Mind drowning in doubt, Changing the endless route, Fighting no longer for a lout, Methodically, Relentlessly.

Farewell, I say to my mistakes behind me now. Worry no more. Wave goodbye to who I am. Selling my mind bargain to be found It's what's left. The rest was lost but if you look you may find. Save me, please. Someone will. Anyone can follow the signs crooked and torn. You'll be lead where you need. World so blind.

For this man, it is a storm. He stands like a lone tree in a field, waiting for the next flash of light to bring sweet release. He is invincible, it seems. Lucky in the most horrible way. Each falling raindrop is a sign. With each speck of water, another moment passes, bringing him both closer to and further from oblivion. But this storm will not stop. It is more foolish than he, and twice stubborn. Thus he shall wait for his story to end.

Punch it Kick it Beat it use a weapon, it can't feel pain. Sqeeze it, it might make a sound. No worries, just laughs. It's funny Laugh HA! LAUGH! Imagine that, it won't fight back. Hit it a few more times. It has no way to defend itself. Besides, who would need to defend themselves from their best friends? "Carefull man, he may flip out and stab someone." I understand you just wanted to make me squeal, maybe steal my dignity. It was funny, I know you enjoyed it. What reason would the punchingbag have to flip out and stab you? Punch me again, please.

For sixteen years I have walked this earth. For only a month's time I have truly experienced this world. It is only recently that I have realizied what I have available to me. It is not entirely clear to me why I wasted so many years, so much time, in this ignorant state. In the past, I've always blamed the years I spent in catholic school. I never truly fit in with the rest of my peers, and yet why, I still do not know. As of late, it has occurred to me the possibility that I was in control of my seclusion the entire time. After all, once I began to notice how different my lifestyle was, I remained reclusive. Always, this has bothered me.

What drove me to look for light in the darkest hole I could find? How, then, did I find it? Advice is oil and water. The answer is found but the search has not ended. I skipped to the end, now I need to get there. There is no explanation to why one pound of gold weighs more than two. The tide is high and the waves are strong.

I've walked a thousand miles today, spoken a thousand words, made a thousand mistakes, sung a thousand lyrics, dreamed a thousand dreams, taken a thousand breaths, sweat a thousand labors, cried a thousand tears, counted a thousand minutes, smelled a thousand beautiful aromas, seen a thousand people, listened to a thousand songs, spent a thousand dollars, watched a thousand sunsets, said a thousand hellos, waved a thousand goodbyes, found a thousand lost souls, hoped a thousand times I'd find myself.

Hypocrites. Ignorant fools. Unbalanced as an untouched equation. Comatose. Cold. All included. Falling to pieces. I ask myself, is this possible? More than nothing. Leaving out something. Two truths. Two ends. Open mind. We've all got our own methods. Figure it out by simply looking at it. Such negativity. Can't they be included? Can that be so wrong? All unnecessary. Last minute answers coming from the mouth of wisdom. Include the good. Think inside the box. Don't ask questions now.