Louder Than BombsA compilation of musingsLouder Than Bombs
By Morrissey (Whose real name is Steven) And The Smiths-- His favorite band
(Coincidentally)
Now he’s asking me: “Why is the Last Mile the Hardest Mile?” And though I don’t have the Answer, I’d tend to agree With his absentee philosophy And rather unique pathology
(Always wondering: how soon?)
So he croons Vocalizing his pain And he swoons While he’s waiting in vain For the moon And he curses the rain And the heavens above
For stealing his
When I Write...When I write, it just happens.When I Write...
It happens at that sacred twilight time (that awake but sleeping time) when the rest of the world is lost in a land of leaping sheep.
It happens in that smallest room cluttered with books and bottles, trash and treasures, and stacks of CDs that I've been meaning to organize since the Dawn of Time.
It happens when the air conditioner's familiar droning and perpetual icy breeze ease me into a deep, rhythmic reverie.
It happens when the computer screen, with its soft and luminous glow, transforms into a burning beacon to guide my wayward thoughts.
It
MelancholiaThe only sound I hear: The ear-cleaving creak of my hickory rocking chair As it dancesMelancholia
Back and forth, Back and forth, Keeping time with the sweeping Autumn winds
Slowly back into Nothingness, Headlong into Eternity...
On my tongue-in-groove porch of weathered pine, Built with my own two hands In the sweltering Summer months of my youth, When the sanguine sun seemed to shine forever And a man could do a job well But never truly appreciate a job well done The sweat of my brow still glistens on those steadfast steps, On that burly banister &
Second SightA skin-deep dreamSecond Sight
A vulgar thought
Flees from the forge Where it was wrought
Swiftly it flies Through widened breach
Across the stars Beyond our reach
And when we gaze Toward Heaven's Light
Our longing grows For Second Sight
A lost desire Found deep within
We close our eyes And thus begin
The somber sighs And baleful breath
Growing at night-time
And in Death
Three Day Freeze
Peaceful
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