Hey everyone, this is my first ever post. this i wrote a few years ago after being really depressed about the state of violence in the world. upon reflection i realized there was perhaps even more violence within myself that needed to be balanced. I began to think that you cannot experience happiness without first being depressed. hope you enjoy, and hello to everyone! cascading rounds of metal abound, descending from the swollen skies, creating inverted domes of broken dreams, far familiar to our eyes, they say it was a meteor that crashed upon this very earth, no survivors, but nothing lost, a chance for ultimate rebirth memories of "better" times, blind my mind from the present day, thinking of what times may come, soul tossed about and led astray, illusive tides of the spectrum's shades bombarding ties between the train, brings balance to the cosmic scale, no bliss exists without the pain
Hey, welcome, appleseed! And bravo for including some personal writing, for your very first post. I went through something similar, I think- the tenor of my writing was pretty depressing, or forlorn, when I first started at age 17 or 18...and then got a lot more introspective after that...and then I found a certain degree of my 'voice', in a real sense, if that makes sense. So...stick with it, as long as the muse continues to visit. And I hope you enjoy it here!
thanks for your insight midtownmind, glad to see there are others who have experienced simliar feelings! cheers
this i wrote as song lyrics that i wrote music for, but i really like the words because they are very personal to me. Travelin' Man And a Passerby he said travelin' man, oh travelin man, no place to go, no place to go, where's your home? He said travelin' man, oh travelin' man how ya gonna eat, where ya gonna sleep, and rest your feet he said travelin' man, oh travelin man you've got nothin, why do you roam? what do you own? then travelin' man just turned and said yes, i may travel far, and travel wide but no distance can't be traveled, with my mind no bricks in this house just spirit instead that's why my home is in my head he then turned and slowly walked away, all the while giving thanks, giving thanks, and giving praise he sang, thank you existence! thank you existence! for i'm a travelin', travelin' man that's why my home is in my head he then walked unto the horizon, never again to be heard from, for he's a travelin', travelin' man for I'm a travelin', travelin' man that's why my home is in my head
"my home is in my head"...one of my bob marley t-shirts says this...& its definitely lyrics from a Jackie Lomax song but i like your flow and i'm a traveller myself...so ride on...
thanks for the reply skyfire! i've never heard that song or seen that t-shirt, but damnit, i guess they beat me to the words... oh well! maybe i can come up with another phrase that means the same thing?haha... anyways, glad to hear your a traveller, keep on movin!
i wrote this little piece sitting at a streetside bar in bangkok. for one reason or another i suddenly felt at one with everything, and that the world and everything in it was just as it should be. mmmm...i like those moments enjoy! Equanamity feet. faces. a thousand perhaps. sound. voices. not my language. motion. gestures. not my custom. how strange this life now seems to me, so often chained, so often free, you jailer that embibed my fear, once were far, but now are near. You. I. In my mind. He. She. at one with me. Peace. Equanamity.
Where Is Peace? At times I fear to try and quench my thirst by drinking joy, for the taste that inevitably follows is often painfully lonely. And yet, I still search for an everlasting feeling, in which pain is forbidden to reside. And I find the farther I try and place my self from loneliness, the closer it becomes. I am plagued with bi-polarity, for I have yet to settle; to find a middle ground. So I trek through barren deserts, through caves that echoe emptiness, and I wonder if I will die alone. Is this meaningless? What is meaning? What is any of "this"? How has anything come to be? Will I die alone? I will carry my luggage of loneliness wherever I may go, and delve into its contents with regularity. To unlock the door to happiness, I must first pass through lonely's door. Where is peace? Where is peace?
you came to me when i was but a child, those sweet brown eyes, oh, even sweeter smile there you would wait, just by the door, but wait you won't, you'll wait no more you are going home you are going home and rest in peace, for now you're free, at one with all, ending suffering i hope you know, how much you meant to me my sweet baby dog, my sweet liza-B i'll see you again in my dreams i'll meet you again when i sleep i love you as i hoped you loved me but for now... be free
i wrote this when i was 16, but i do like it. it seems quite simple, and at the time i was a bit depressed. it could use some revising. any suggestions, much appreciated! Peace trying so hard to evade this fate, just the same old day, but a different date, the grass is always greener on the other side but to you it's always winter, both sides have died... you try so hard, but you end up alone, succeeding is hopeless, hard as stone when the only escape, is to go get high, others are happy, they're high as the sky this jealousy can only lead to more pain weaving patterns of an endless chain you sulk and loathe in self-pity's despair but the fault is yours, you're just unaware
very short, but let me know what ya think! peace Uninhibited Exuberance it's like that feeling you might get, when an old friend returns into your life, with arms out wide, and tear stained eyes, recounting tales of different times, and saying, "Oh, I sure have missed you."
