Totes Jell

Ya know?  M. Ward has a way with words.  And although his lyrics are beyond being great, his voice makes them ten times better. 

His Music is poetry to me.  I try day in and day out to sing just like the man but I can't do it.  I done darn hate it.  He is too good.  In his song, "here comes the sun again", he creates multiple meanings.  Which frustrate me even more, because I try doing that too and I CAN'T!!!! 

In his song "Poison Cup" he says "If love is a poison cup, then drink it up" Which is almost breath taking if you pause to think about it.  It's the most unique way of describing love.  I believe it means that love is not easy and that we will probably fall like fools because of it, but ya know what?  Do it anyway.  It's necessary to do it up.  bye.

Wake Up

This is for all those people still sleeping.

The ones not dreaming.

The ones who don't care enough to rise up.

The ones who think they aren't worth it. 

If you want my advice.

Wake up.

Good Gandhi

I keep forgetting. 

I keep forgetting to schedule work off.

I keep forgetting to pass along the good news, to give away that compliment, to be more selfless.

I could win an award for the most pride on my side, for the most people I've taken for a ride, for the dumbest arguements that I chide. 

I keep forgetting to quite rhyming.  I keep forgetting to spell quit correctly.  I keep forgetting to remind myself that I need to quit forgetting.

I would give it all, I would own myself completely, I would stop listening to everything else.

But I can't.  I must have forgot how.  And tonight is not the last time.  Although someday...I'll find the light. 

whelp

Jack jingle jibber was depressed.
He once was happy but he no longer feels the way he did.
he contemplates suicide.
Sitting in his chair her begins to remember the things he once loved
he remembers the good time and all the joy he could still have
he gets up
lets out his rage
looks at his possible end
and walks right past.

Another journey

    Steven Spielberg, in his movie Empire Of The Sun, delivers a story of a young boy who grows up during World War 2 and is surprisingly called to the adventure of a lifetime.  It isn’t all fun and games and the lessons he learns change this young boy into a man.  This movie truly depicts Joseph Campbell’s Heroes Journey.  It begins with the Ordinary World.  James is a young buck whose parents are filthy rich.  He lives in China in a large mansion.  He has handmaidens and all the toys and pleasures a young kid could ask for. 
    His call to adventure comes in a split second.  Japan strikes and sends soldiers throughout the towns collecting all races other than their own.  They send them to war camps in the outskirts of town.  James tries to run away with his family but is ends up lost in the crowd.  He stays hidden for a while but for want of food and protection he soon begs to give in.  This is where he refuses his call.  He tries his best to surrender by running through the streets yelling at all the soldiers but no one seems to care for him.  He one day finds a man by the name of Basie.  This is his mentor.  He learns of Basie’s knowledge and finds him to be his safest bet to a prolonged life. 
    Jamie is given a new name by Basie in order to sound more American.  He is now known as Jim.  Jim tells Basie that at his home in the town he knows of a lot of good furniture and money to be made.  They drive out there to check it out but are caught and put into a war camp.  This is where he crosses the threshold.  He goes to the camp and is tried, tested, beaten and ridiculed.  He learns new ways of coping and creating.  He goes through many phases here such as the test, allies and enemies, the approach, ordeal, and reward.  At one point he has to put his life on the line and go out on a limb to earn trust and approval of Basie and his clan.  He is almost caught and killed but just barley sneaks by. 
    The American’s come to the aid of the victims of the war camps and help to save them all.  This is where Jamie takes the road back.  He begins his rise to accomplishment.  He still has many struggles here and even has one final stand.  He is left all alone.  Starving and tired he has to walk all the way back to his first camp and it just about kills him.  As he arrives the American army is waiting there and they take him to re-unite with his family.  Jamie finds his parents and lives on.

Here row adjourn knee

 Personal Trap

Blue, red, yellow.  These are the only colors he has ever known.  Left alone in a box of primary colors.  He travels no where.  See's no one.  The only thing left to do is think.  Thinking about what he looks like.  What it would be like to know the difference in all things.
 One day he reaches forward.  Pushing off his lid.  A new light emereges.  The scents of the new world awaits him.

1. How old is this guy?
2. Where has he been his whole life?
3. What's next?

Burp. I mean. Blurp. Or Blurb.

1. Fantasic Mr. Fox
    "You remembered the blueberries right?" 
    "what blueberries"
    "the ones I told you to bring" "I wrote it on your hand"
    "oh.."
This short dialouge of the new hit film is just a sample of the incredible mind of Raul Dauhl.  Enjoy the rest of the daring escapes, violent dinners, and oh my "cusses" that will follow.  Your socks and your booger will literally be blown away.

2.  Falling in love at a coffee shop
Listen.  The sounds will move you more than the wind.  The melody can tune and bend.  You may not be able to wrap your mind around it, put your finger on it, or even speak of it.  But eventually.  Sooner or later.  Be it here, or anywhere in the expanses of the universe.  Love is gonna get you.  so strap up your boots.

3.  Fools Rush In
I dare you.  Tripple Dog dare you.  Tell me I am wrong.  The truth will come.  Prove me wrong.  I am not afraid to admit it.  Pure fascination.  From the northern portions of my heart straight down to the deepest recesess.  Open up your heart and let this fool rush in.

Juggler

I question my intentions and surprise myself.

Where do I begin?  Back when I was nothing.  When I was better left under the counter, tucked in the corner.  In places adventerures never explore.

What I did.  Was it wrong?  My life is a puzzle left unfinished.  I have the pieces, in fact too many pieces.  I just can't tell when and where to fit them.

I hate the thought of her frustration.  Her frustration.  

My story starts before I can even recall.  In places too obvious for the human eye.  I was a leaf, falling fearlessly down from my branch.  The sudden impact of the ground.  Shaking me with pain never felt before.  I should have known the ground was coming.  Yet, the denial made the fall carefree.  

Every day I am reminded of the fall.  I am the reason for the pain I feel.  I make her feel. 

I don't deserve my happiness.  I can't deserve my happiness.  Not until even tide.

looky what I found

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

She was too frightened to move. 

She looked at him with wide eyes that began to fill with tears

"I like you" he spoke.

She said nothing

There goes my story of big dreams and big hopes..

I heard what you said back there.

Is love madness?

Surrender to the idea that life isn't fair

Even if it was I would get an F anyway

There is no way to stop it. 

No use in fighting it.

I like you too

....are you cussin me?

I dare you

I can't focus.
The second I do I am no longer counting.
As if all the gatherings from below my feet no longer exist
Like a pencil I lost
A pencil picked up by a writer
He wrote, with my pencil, something beyond our comprehension
But that still doesn't amount
The box is still square
The words still dry
Like a raisin in the dryer
like like like, but not like, more than like. 
Like seriously?
seriously

One word, One scam

She spoke silence

yet as much as it killed me, I've never felt so alive.

how do mountains say goodbye?

listen up.  

this is what you think it is.  

Rock out like you're saying goodbye to that old guy. 

Rock out like it's about time.

Rock out like you finally got rid of that smell

Rock out like you just watched time stand still

Rock out like you just out-wrote Syl

Rock out like this is how to define her;                .

Rock out like you don't care about your sentence fluency

Rock out like you and you alone are not alone

Rock out like that one time with that one thing with that one person

Rock out like you're saying peace out,  yet you're saying deuces

just like they say in norway

LIFE and DEATH

Saying life is confusing wouldn't cut it.  I think so much about it I don't know how to express my thoughts.  In fact, knowing more about it only makes me know less.  Like I said, confusing.  I need more time under my belt to tell you anything of worth about life.  But I do know one thing for sure.  You can call me crazy, brainwashed, or down right stupid but to me, death is not a period.  If anything it is a couple...

someone's breaking my dreams

I walk alone I walk alone.

Dragging my heels on a narrow road.  Keep up this pace or I fall.

I walk alone I walk alone.

Coming closer to an endless goal.  Searching my head, breaking my back simply to reach something I'm too afraid to touch.

  I walk alone.

Losing time in youth.  Life may be short but even if it is forever I'de rather not walk alone.  Picking up what you cant see.  A future so far ahead it's out of sight.

I walk alone.

Something rings, a click, tick, connection.  Never has all the hope I have,  been centered on this one event.  Need to find an answer to this question of mine.

I am still walking alone.

Here goes what might be the defining moment of my day.  In a way it is un-probable and foolish to believe.

I will take a step now.

Scratch that.

Here is where I take a stand.

Here is where I stop.

Thinkin' bout'choo

tic...toc...tic...toc...  Hey lady,  Want to know something?  I am thinking about you.  How bad you ask?  I'm thinking about you like cement thinks about concrete.  Like "my ipods stuck on repeat".  Like emotions think about being discrete.  Like my heart till the next time we meet.

I'm thinking about you like grapes think about vines.  Like my dog thinks about Iams.  Like silence thinks about mimes and shoot, you and I and all the good times.  Man I am thinking about you..

I'm thinking about you like kids think about being fed.  Like old people think about being dead.  Like you think about being with a red head...if only.  tic...toc...tic...toc...

I'm thinking about you like pterodactyls think about flying.  Like knots tying, actors sighing, babies crying, the backstreets bye bye bye-ing.  Goodness I'm thinking about you!

Excuse my chinese but I'm thinking about you like, ping thinks about pang like chow thinks about lang, like sing thinks about sang, like DANG, I'm still thinking about you.  Like...Like...Stomachs, think about tums.  Like my boys think about chums, Like toilets think about...people using tums...

I'm thinking about you like I just cant stop.  Like your eyes, stopping the clock.  Tic...toc....tic...

Love

I am no expert.  Love is a mystery.
I am constantly begging for a conclusion yet never earning it.
Love is like leaves on a tree.  Love is a game never finished.
Love is what I live for.

There is a first for it all

Here it goes,  someone once told me.  "don't double dip"  I think they were on to something..  My writing may not change your life, or capture you in awesome wonder.  But I believe that if I give it my best shot,  I can provide my audience with something no short of original.   and if that last statement made sense to any of you than good on ya because sure got me confused.  anywho.  Deuces for now.  I'll be chattin' with ya more than you will enjoy