Saturday, July 26, 2008

This dream is reality

There was this windfall,
Followed by all sorts of things
Just things.
Material good-for-nothings.
Those things that have no meaning
They aren't even real.

With surreal events,
It's hard to know what's real.
It's almost hard to feel
But just as hard to forget.

Sun, the rain, the wet earth
Are forever real.
The things you know,
The things you feel
Can be real.

But the people you meet
You can only hope
Will, to you, be real.


could real be the origin of surreal?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Monday, July 14, 2008

Don't

_get ahead of yourself.
_look too deeply into things and be all about details.
_always get so emotionally involved, because that leads to hurt.
_trust people so easily.
_try to let people in, because they won't always reciprocate.
_stray and let curiosity get the best.

Learn patience and perfect distance.
Take it slow and let things slide.

Drop Her

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
But when the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.

that's what's real.
The slow beat of a heavy heart
I don't know what to do
There's no one to be cross with,
No one to blame
Sometimes everything seems limited.
There's nothing left to do, but let it all fade
I'm not going to be naive, i'll learn to accept it
A sudden gray dawns over summer
What a perfect waste
If only you knew,
If only I knew.
Don't let this last
I'm sorry I couldn't be someone else.

So long sweet summer