World

“Whoever refuses to accept a part wants the whole, wants everything.” -Sandor Marai, Embers

I believe the world is much more forgiving than most believe...what do you think?

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Who wants to live forever?

Music

Please take a moment to check out my latest project, Conquer by Supremacy.
The album is very very close to nearing completion, so there should be another song up shortly!!

http://myspace.com/conquerbysupremacy2


Thanks!

BOSS II

The BOSS photo was taken back when I was in 'Nam...well...okay...it was taken in Vancouver...after running over Bruce Springsteen...

Backlash

Is there a backlash to blogging?
What protection do you have against others who might steal your words? Is there any copyright protection at all?
If anyone should know, please share!

Thanks...

Boss

Slow Motion Kill

I am not Laura right now.
There is no sex in my head, just violence...no motivation, just alcohol...
I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I never had motivation to do anything, to have anything...life would be so much easier...I would be completely content with having nothing...perhaps I would play video games, or watch tv all day...a complete lust-lack-life...no drive to achieve, just to eat...maybe pop out a kid or two...
No creation or completion, just existing until extinction...I like to think that I have and will accomplish more...but I think the holidays are de-motivating...everything has to stop, stores have to close, creation ceases around the holidays...all motivation is sucked away by the need to create the perfect xmas card in one's home.
Although I may not partake in these events, it is still a tough thing to avoid.

The Senseless Moon

The senseless moon has had her swim,
but now wanes in the ebbing tide.
Dusting off the lunar decay, recall the shadows in the shallows,
not just the surface waves.
The shores were not what she had thought they had been...
the tides and swells that the moon created
began to erode the landscape, change it
so that it never was the same.

Conquer by Supremacy

su·prem·a·cy
1.the state of being supreme.
2.supreme authority or power.
3.power to dominate or defeat.
4.the state of being the greatest or most powerful.

See, it doesn't necessarily have to do with race!!

I have the final mixes of the album, and I need people to donate 30 min or so to allow me to listen to it on their stereo!

Solace

Find solace in hatred...shun the light and embrace the night.
Open your eyes to a rotting world of lies...and laugh.
Realize that there is more truth in lies than there is in truth.
Shake off your own stupidity...shudder off these adverse thoughts...

AND remember that...

Sad are those that only gain inspiration from pain.

A Little Girl Lost

A LITTLE GIRL LOST
William Blake

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.

Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.

There, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.

Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.

To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book,
All her tender limbs with terror shook.

Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
O the trembling fear!
O the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!'

Laura Poems

Here be some random 'Laura' poetry for a cheer up:

Laura
Valerie Agnew

Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Little Laura is here
only because she must.

She just couldn't handle it
god wanted her safe
to be next to him
is her tiny place.

Like the one in my heart
that she will always hold
for sweet little Laura
died when not very old.

Hmmmm....that did not cheer me what so ever...let's try something else....

Laura
Thomas Campion

ROSE-CHEEK'D Laura, come;
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.

Lovely forms do flow
From concent divinely framed:
Heaven is music, and thy beauty's
Birth is heavenly.

These dull notes we sing
Discords need for helps to grace them;
Only beauty purely loving
Knows no discord;

But still moves delight,
Like clear springs renew'd by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in them-selves eternal.

...well, nothing beats Petrarch's Laura...

Internet Photos Part II

...but this photo!!
Check out drunk Laura in London, flailingly rocking out to Dissection in the photographer row!
Hah!
...what else is out there...?

Photos...

...finding photos of yourself on the internet that you have never seen before can be an unnerving experience...but that one ain't so bad...

To Dream

It is good to dream, and healthy, to imagine yourself on the highest rung of your personally affirmed, ultimate ladder. To have an active imagination. To stargaze and envision yourself among the constellations. But to voice fantasy makes you sound like a fool.
Shut up, make it happen...then we'll talk.

As I sit here...

As I sit here, the screen door next to me is swinging for no reason...noisily. It startled me at first...now? I am used to it.
I have two exams tomorrow...my studying has been fruitless...my head is drowning in a swarm of swampy bullshit that is too watery to allow anything useful to stick...
...screen door again...
Sleep does not beckon tonight...it attempts to drag me forcefully through its eerie depths that are filled with fitful shifting and erratic night-thoughts... how can emptiness awaken you from slumber?
...creaking of the screen door...
Maybe someone is out there, watching me...well, he or she is not in for very much excitement this evening, if I am the sole entertainment...perhaps I could employ the voyeuristic character to give me a lobotomy?
A windless night and a swinging door...do I dare look out the darkened glass to chance the sight of eyes meeting mine? To see a face emerge from the shadows? Or just be content with ignorance...?
Ignorance is awesome bliss...but it catches up to you...time, karma, ignorance...what doesn't stalk you through life?
As I sit here...I should be sleeping.

For a Dead Lady

A sombre favorite...

For a Dead Lady
Edward Arlington Robinson

No more with overflowing light
Shall fill the eyes that now are faded,
Nor shall another's fringe with night
Their woman-hidden world as they did.
No more shall quiver down the days
The flowing wonder of her ways,
Whereof no language may requite
The shifting and the many-shaded.

The grace, divine, definitive,
Clings only as a faint forestalling;
The laugh that love could not forgive
Is hushed, and answers to no calling;
The forehead and the little ears
Have gone where Saturn keeps the years;
The breast where roses could not live
Has done with rising and with falling.

The beauty, shattered by the laws
That have creation in their keeping,
No longer trembles at applause,
Or over children that are sleeping;
And we who delve in beauty's lore
Know all that we have known before
Of what inexorable cause
Makes Time so vicious in his reaping.

...finals tomorrow...and I am the dead lady.

Embers II

Embers

Up the stones
the vines have curled,
the roses have bloomed and dried...
Inside the walls,
sleepless air,
with fear that you have died.

Metronome of days waste by
and I have tended to the embers.
But now the ash
is closing in
on a love that you don't remember.

Everything but you I grasp
now upon my throne.
The burning hearth is turned to coal,
and I reign senselessly

alone.

Embers

"That is our human fate. One day we lose the person we love. Anyone who is unable to sustain that loss fails as a human being and does not deserve our sympathy."
Sandor Marai, Embers

That is usually my motto...I even have it engraved into my flesh...and I have forgotten it lately. Well, not so much forgotten, but refused to acknowledge, accept...I am a fool.