Looking Forward

I'm not fond of the past. I mean that in a general sense. I'll take with me that which I can fit into a figurative knapsack and call it good. When I look back on myself, I see little else than me being dumb. I managed to whittle down my entries thus far from 200 to 14 (not including this one) and marked them as memories. Less clutter, less fuss. The past lays obscured by a rolling fog anyway, so there's little point in trying to peer back through it. I am inclined to be more introspective for a while. People know that I enjoy a good drink and a good ol' stupid time. Beyond that, most people do not know dick about me. I am coming to point in time where I need to begin building again, to stretch. I have plans and ideas as well as thoughts about what I'll be doing with my journal content, so hashing things out in plain view of people might help me stay focused. I cannot promise that I'll be interesting, but as always, feedback will always be welcome."Memories lay beside usBut I'm seeing through an age, who I amThrough Sumer-land, lead me..."

Senseless

Pa-Mu-YaPa-Mu-Ya!all over mePa-Mu-YaPa-Mu-Ya!all over methe war lifeturning me overpicked apartbone by bonenothing feelsnothing hurtsif i had eyesnothing else wouldlook the samewho won't fallto this life of war?nothing left,nothing morePa-Mu-Ya,purify me-SumerianThe earth mourneth and fadeth away, the world languisheth and fadeth away, the haughty people of the earth do languish... ~Isaiah 24:3, The Holy Bible

You know what's beautiful?

The waterfront. Yes, even with all of the tourists muddling about. I love seeing the Sound in the mid-day heat. And I especially love seeing the Olympics through the haze of a hot sky. I used my lunch to walk down there yesterday. I didn't really have time to putter around, but it was the most enjoyable lunch break I've had anywhere. It was good to unchain myself from the building. Now that I'm working downtown, instead of Bellevue, I can actually go places and take my mind off of the job for a bit.I also need to take another late-night trip down to the pier. I can't remember which one it is, but the pier where they hold the concerts is one of my favorite destinations at night. It's calm and peaceful. If you look behind you, you see the lights of the city bearing down. Look across the water and to the north, and it's almost completely devoid of light. It's a bit surreal.

Never trust a man in a black hat...

I sitting in Denny's a couple of years ago with a coffee, cigarette, and a crossword (alliteration...the MLA would be proud). All of a sudden, I felt the sting of a slap on my shoulder. I turn around with my "what the FUCK??" expression and ready to start swinging, but I see it's a grizzled older man who was accompanied by some burly rednecks. Before I could say anything, he says "I was jus' noticin' yer hat" in a crackly voice. He had a similar hat save that it was more of that Texas rancher style with a wider brim. He continued by saying, "Never a trust a man in a black hat. People should remember that about us." He tipped his hat and walked away.

Finally, the only damn quiz worth taking

You are Captain Murphy. You've lost your mind, butyou have more fun without it. Which Sealab 2021 character are you? brought to you by Quizilla"I hate Pod Six. Tch, I don't even know why we have a Pod Six. Total suck Pod."

Yes, I wrote this [/whore]

Highway of the DamnedAm I destroyer?The Thief, the Liar?come walk the end, a changing...Dark clouds of anger,cobweb the old skiesA cast of embers,criss-cross in my eyesYou crawl, you're thirstingthis world is birthingMy sorrow's worse, hereyour ashes fall upon meLonely highwayold and in ruinCries with the footstepssinging twilight in tuneIts dust is kickingas ghosts come dancingScorched, impassioned it breaks you in twoNow walk...emerging from this wombwalk...it could burn the landand bring this age of sandNow, walk this highway damned......damned...Hey, Blue Kachinawon't you take your mask off?Here in the plazacome, show the world it's overI'll boil the oceansand wash my hands thereAnd walk...emerging from this wombwalk...it will burn the landdark skies rain the sandNow, walk this highway damned...damned...into the firethe world of Manis changeddown the highwayof the damnedDedicated to all the disconnected souls who believe they are lost. The land of the dead is the land of the free...Must get off my ass. Need to start writing more. Of course, my writing place is usually at the Juju lounge so that means I need to start going there again. Go ahead, twist my arm...twist it!

To all my relations...

Burning SkyI awokeunder a burning skyin a world with no sunI arosewith a burning in my eyeand a hand upon my gunI'm a stranger in this landleft desolate in formI have slept beneath the sandand dreamt the scions of stormunder a burning skyburning red/rain(through the heart...out of fear)burning black(through the body...out of bond)burning white/light(through the mind...i am change)burning gold/fire(to the spirit...i am fire)your blood...rememberyour clans...rememberashes will rainpurify your painBurning skyBurning skyBurning sky...(turn to bone, turn to bone, it is healed)

Ritual of Fire

ritual of fireritual of fireanimal of furanimal of fur...a little bit of smokeritual of fireritual of fireanimal in flightanimal in flightIA! IA!come to mebird of my dreamscirc'ling in flamesfalling downreborn, from the groundIA!IA!ritual of fireritual of fireanimal of furanimal of furIA!IA!Oh, alliesOh, allies...