Sunday, May 16, 2010
Jaded is the song I sing. I tried so long to let the resonance of my soul guide me through this life unknown. The battle wounds are deep. The scars are there to be seen. I try to keep the peace but all my pieces fall as I am proven wrong. Jaded is the song I sing. I see too much of good sit silently misunderstood. The games all played with brutal aims. The games all played with no aim. Jaded sounds a lot like this. A silence I cant quite ignore. A way for my brain to pick apart like a vulture whats left of my heart.
Posted by Raimi at 8:49 PM
Why the concern? The feeling of drowning in the fear. With no real logic but what has past. What will i do with all this weight. I seek it as i seek my way through the pathway of the years. I fear. I doubt. I contemplate events not of this time. Forward. What do you see? Me? Am i there? Next to your beat.
Posted by Raimi at 8:32 PM
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
I want to feel. I want to be wrapped inside another’s story, like a novel, a long novel that will take me years to comprehend. The novel of a life, a character, of a joy and pain. I want to be beside him and appreciate him like art, the complexities, the questions, the ever lasting soul beneath his chest. I want to fill the holes inside his heart, and be the shining light when darkness settles. I want to be a rock, a friend, a person far too irreplaceable to forget. Is this my fear that I will be forgotten? In ways it is. I forget far too many people, maybe this is my karmic fate. But I know that I want that. And as I am right now wrapped in my novel, and its beauty and complexities fill me, I yearn to share it with someone other than the silence of this room and the page inside this book.
Posted by Raimi at 2:15 PM
My heart beats.
Is it always the same beat? Or do I hold a drummer boy inside my breast. Playing the music of my soul. The music carried to my veins. Sometimes he plays the blues. They travel through. And leave the essence of disappointment in my blood. Is it ever gone? Can something touch you and leave you unchanged? Is disappointment a disease carried by my veins?
Posted by Raimi at 1:50 PM