A Looming Walk

"A Looming Walk"
I saw the mirror and gazed into ashes
Once full of flame and man-made mind-clashes 
But all I have left
Is what remains here for me now
It's not much, I know, but I know somehow

I woke up with cold feet, in a cold sweat
My palms grabbed at the sheets, painting them wet
My thoughts willed me to do everything and they said
It's okay to leave behind hand marks to look ocover your heart
I was told to count the beats that never seemed to start

My body shivering head to toe like they'd break apart

I saw for the first time the mere gleam of me

As these dark nights alone, clone in my head
Before I know it here another begins
My simple routine, again and again

Biding its time
My eyes make inn
Under fleshy skins
Ears caught in the gear's of memory
As music plays, mundanely in the background
While I lay restless
In my bed

Thinking about some tiresome plans
That I think, are hatching in my head
Only to be stopped short
By rhymes these I must now...sort

Awaking the dead
Do I leap out memory
Of my body
Imbedded in this bed

Or do I just crash
Lay down my head
And fall back
...asleep again

But then, I saw shades outside my window
Haunting shadows, that like to creep
Like foxes on sheep, killing my count
Before I get a chance to sleep
But here now,  a secret you will keep
One...that I entrust
Please...
You must dig
And remain deep

I have often seen
Satire faces
Laugh at me
And no...
It is not funny
Long nights, I'm supposed to love
However much reason
It is...
It's because
I'm supposed to be...

Occasions reveal themselves
That I have
No tomorrow...
That I can oversleep
And not have to suffer
Awakening beeps
That prolonged nights forego
When the they grow heavy
And cause dry swallows
Nightmares
That I can only hope
I'm borrowing

The power to raise
The practically dead
It was as simple, as said
But I lacked the might, and seemed to weigh
Bathed in sin
In my normal attire drenched
In what I treaded in

If I only knew then, how heavy was the satire when
I changed into my T-shirt and jeans

A haunting that would
End and begin
Here now as it forever
Lives in history
So much left, in my memory

So I was loaded
Deep pocketed with necessities
A flashlight, a coke, and a few amenities
If you know my means...
And there I stood
Ghouled in grey
Slacked but sound
Ready to go
With some parts
Still tight and bound
The same state mind, that keeps you...uneasy
Even at open door screens
But there...
Mine likewise stood
Somewhere left in the dust
As it took off down the street
For a walk, a dream
Where no ends meet

Talking to myself
Jamming to my beats
Greeting death on its own turf
Cold as sleet
I felt thunder...
Roll with purpose
Across my feet
While stepping in steady rhythm
On the concrete
... on the concrete

I soon got lost in thought
When I saw...I thought
A mad man and a demon
That had somehow combined
And a scare took over my mind
With a fierce begot
But like ghosts hiding in the shade
When I took a second look
It had all had faded

Life struck patterns, left in mid- stroke
Heard a spook, disappearing into the smoke
Leaving no signs of blood streaks
Ghost disguised
In plain white-sheets
The ones that always seem to follow me
That destiny says that I was destined, to one day meet
Leaving their marks, cold-bloodily
Promising nothing...
But brutality
... brutality

A wave of tingles begin
Where I feel the Goosebumps
Roll across my skin
The same ones that come when
Wading through cold waters

Rains fall into hands
Remembering of their dead warriors
Trying to hide piques
In their respectful pleats
Wiping tears of despair
Off their cheeks
Made up of secrets and dreams
Smothering themselves
In untouched drawers
 And in me

I am just a simpleton
With nothing to hide
And even though I am as cold now
As I am dark and blind
We were all left here
...Left behind
Buried in the revengeful cliché
Of a shovel and lime
Having to dig our way out
Of this lawless crime

This is my hymn
To the darkness
And for all of time
That I am free
No more of my shadow
Is sent here
To watch over me
No more is the light to shine
With a beacon bright
Enough to blind eyes
But even though I only now
Dwell and deal in the night
The limit of my sight
Was I about to ignite
So with a fine line of declining signs
That I can remain asleep
I admit defeat

As the moon shines with might
And the sun raises
To meet the new day
I feel supine hands
Shrug away weight from my shoulders
Memories that I once hid
Now opined
By the ever troubling "undefined"
Right hearted
...Forever
I rest in my mind
But as I awake
I remain
Still turning, in my sleep

For I don't know, that I am without sheets
...Leading nightmares...
As they wage cold against my feet
Defeating my own pleas, I stomp out my screams
With a sense of teaming rivalry
 I am what I defeat
What I dream
And can redeem
Forever in my memory

Good Mourning

Owl City - Rainbow Veins. Lyrics here:http://www.metrolyrics.com/rainbow-veins-lyrics-owl-city.html

Oh and just by the way.. Haters will hate the song choice, I thought it was perfect. Enjoy. :)

Good Mourning

Do you see the sunrise, growing above the shelf
Told you a bunch of things but I never gave myself
Oh epiphany, I am so sorry

Have you seen the rainbow, watching over the sea
I thought I saw it all yet I never thought to think
Oh typically, I am so sorry

Will you view the sunshine, reflecting in the moon
Pull you up a branch and be stargazing by noon
Oh lunacy, I am so sorry

To every word that I am held to, to the last note of the day
I now lay with pride, and have only these words to say, I adore you
In every way that I may, I seethe you, like gamma rays do disarray

Do you see the chaos, expanding from the end
Angels will hold secrets and then try to be your friend
Oh hypocrisy, I am so sorry

Have you seen the silver lining . . . in these thunderclouds
I have been under weather and it has never helped my frown
Oh silence, I am so sorry

Will you view the stature, swelling overwhelmed
How can anyone get anywhere boasting red-faced hymns
Oh piety, I am so sorry

To the very word that I am held to, to the last note of the day
I now stand from a lie, and only have one life to grace . . . I capture you
With every word that I say, I seize you, like these marionettes so cliché

Do you see the rain drops, pouring down all like Hell
Steady with ease flows, over-flowing my wishing well
Oh irony, I am so sorry

Have you seen the curtains, closing across the stage
Will it be so certain, Shakespeare hurry another page
Oh history, I am so sorry

To everyone I will tell to, to the last face with a grin
Faith maybe nothing . . . but now . . . where will I begin
Oh dignity, I am so sorry
Oh everything, I am so sorry
Oh everything, I am so sorry

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Official first track of the album.

Weathered Weather

Weathered Weather

Do you see the sunrise, growing above the shelf

Told you a bunch of things but I never gave myself

Oh epiphany , I am so sorry

Have you seen the rainbow, watching over the sea

I thought I saw it all yet I never thought to think

Oh typically , I am so sorry

Will you view the sunshine, reflecting in the moon

Pull you up a branch and be stargazin' by noon

Oh ridiculously, I am so sorry

To every word I am held to, to the last note of the day

I now sit with pride, and have only these words to say, I adore you

With every way that I may, I seethe you, like gamma rays do disarray

Do you see the chaos, expanding from the end

Angel's will hold secrets and then try to be your friend

Oh hypocrisy, I am so sorry

Have you seen the silver lining, in these thunderclouds

I've been under weather and it's never helped my frown

Oh history, I am so sorry

Will you view the stature, swelling overwhelmed

How can one get anywhere boasting red face hymns

Oh irony, I am so sorry

Oh everything, I am so sorry
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P.S. I maybe making this post my, "go-to-piece", as my ~single~, if you will. I hope you enjoy.
That is all.. have a great day/night.

Cinderella

Memoryhouse — Lately. Lyrics here:http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858813071/

Cinderella
I feel it all, I clench my crawling hands and band them together into this soft-leather glove
That is my dove and my all, our grasp strengthened at our final Cinderella ball, oh my love
And as we twirl and we whirl around the dance floor, I've never needed you more, closer baby, a door
We see over the sea of heads, like little fishes' we swim through the crowd of dancing sock drawers
Excuse me, please, cough, turn around and get out of the way.. quickly, again please, I need my baby
Hurry, run.. take off those shattered shoes, dancin' all night long, so long have I needed you
We push, we pull.. everyone is around watching, everyone is just having a hoot, shoot girl
You got that something bad, and God damn, I love it.. woot.

boy with a coin

Iron and Wine - Boy With A Coin. Lyrics here: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858669062/

.. and I really think you need to check them out, this is such a beautiful song.
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I said just go for it, don't miss a beat, follow each little niche to the T, and don't play fool on me.

I guess the question is, "Can you guys even think to my level?" I am supposed to be the Artist right? You all supposed to be my beautiful pawns, that I pick and play with. You mean only a little bit more than a mind game for me. For you see.. well, I guess you don't, but, I am the master, I am the Create-All.

I guess you could call me the plaster.. I am the walls. I am in those dying shades you crawl, born given, the power of fist around your throats and calls, you will drop the ball and render us small; you cost it all, you cost us all.

I guess we are all built out of different colors, collaborated to make one big art, felt in the heart. Smeared droplets of blood pulsing through our rainbow veins, and somehow we all feel the same. Claimed a damsel in distress that we finally made our final mess, our final rest. And even though white consumes us all, we all feel absorbed, cast in like black orbs. Tiny dots stressed in this fray, streaks of blue cover our due of grey, our last pray etched in the clay, and even as we look up, we hear the man on the moon say, our tides are often only tied to this tune, you will find out soon, you will find me soon.

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I'll have an actual blog out soon, this was just something I jotted down.

Introspective Personality

Ryan Lindsey - Introspective Personality, sorry.. no lyrics found. :/

    I can't lie, I feel quite untouched right now, and I say that with as many different tenors you fathom. As I grow older, I am reading into more things; that is kind of what I want to talk about. Anytime I bring it up, I sometimes find it often hard to explain. I always feel that I am in someway "beating around the bush", and I just have a nagging that I can never seem to fully portray exactly what I want to say.. this intro needless to say is probably "heaviest" of parts. It's the important part, that gets unlooked at times. I try, I really do, to get out my inner voice. Sometimes I know it is difficult to understand at times.. but I proudly state it as my personal collocation, so take it as you will.


    At first I'd say that I feel alone, but think the word 'alone' is too strong, so how about a phrase? "An aloof hermit." Of course I don't want this to be true of me, I am diligent to better improve myself in every which way and form. I want to be constantly happy to push my limits. I don't mean to go over-board on things, and I do.. I'll be the first to admit it, but.. I want to fix that. I want to live comfortably.. in every means. Everyone does, don't they? Who doesn't?, want to live comfortably? New job opportunities are on their way, ones that will put a little more money into to the bank, so I'm not living paycheck to paycheck. I have 2 bucks in my wallet until the 5th, and that check is gone. So as you can see, new changes and chances.. must be in order.. to get me up in life. Now I know from pure experience, that money.. it isn't everything, but it is a necessity in this world to live, unhinged from that somewhat, mediocre life. I want more for my family, that I will have to support, than just scrap.. I want to live peacefully and undoubted in each other, solitude, a secure, and safe home. It's the people that you love, that you look out for the most.. now I have my sympathies.. but, I think it's about time for a little composition for me. A base of sanctuary. After that, I will rot my children will love and care; guidance and dignity. I'm pretty sure, I'll be an awesome Father.. but let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I'm thinking 27.. 29 have a kid. Only to be married to my otherwise known as my dream girl. I'm not 100% sure, but it's close.. I'm just going to call it now, that she will be a Pisces. It's all I've been thinking about, and I know some of you don't put a lot of stock into the whole Zodiac scene.. but to me it's important, and to me it is real. If not that, then Cancer. Either or would be lovely, both seem to be a good choice to go with, they fit me.. and what I am looking for in a woman. Where Pisces are a little more "unconditional", Cancers are more "nurturing." If that makes sense.. you'd really have to read into it more to see the subtleties that define and differentiate these signs. To give you examples of celebrities that you may know and like: Natalie Dreyfuss, Ellen Page, Bruce Willis, Alan Rickman, and Drew Berrymore are all Pisces; while Kris Kristofferson, John Cusack, Lizzy Caplan, Kristen Bell, and Jane Lynch are Cancers. All actors and actresses that I like and enjoy, and as far as women.. all are my type in a sense, and I could see a relationship working out if the circumstances were right. That really does it for the main stuff I wanted to talk about right at this moment. I'm sure that I will write more soon to cover the rest of my aspects of life. Until then.. I'd love to here any and all thoughts. Please leave comments. :)
 

Daydream

Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home. Lyrics here: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858786021/

Little green man, somewhat alien... sitting on the Earth, driving it as his car, his space ship, in the sky of the universe. He is with the moon, as his light, blasting away every day, baked in the soaking sun. Lost in the black existence, yet found home with his third eye; the moon as the caster of each tide as he turns round and around. While over in his sleep, when his eyes blink, he hears, "Wake up my darling... it was all just a dream."

Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz The higher of these two numbers below indicates which side of your brain has dominance in your life. Realising your right brain/left brain tendancy will help you interact with and to understand others. Left Brain Dominance: (12) Right Brain Dominance: (14) Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz

I ask myself, "Why am I in holes without you."

Rubik - Richard Branson's Crash Landing. Lyrics here: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858786508/

Say to yourself, "just right."

I don't know where to start, and I haven't for a long time. I think, and think, and think, that I'm never going to get anywhere, and here I am now. I go with the flow, to whatever feels good, but I never know why. Why can't I know? Why can't we know? Who says we can't know? I don't know, but it's worth a thought. It's worth the time and effort, so here we go until we stop, until we die, until we move on, until we forget...until we reset and rest; I can only live here and now; I live with what I have, and live with what I have not. I don't have everything, and I don't want everything. I just want what I want, and what I want is to be happy. Happiness is what I need to live, so I told myself to do so, to just do right. I told myself that I wasn't going to stop until I was happy, and I haven't stopped so far. I don't think I could bare the failure, the utter sense of abandonment based on my one sole reason to live... just to take it all in, and then just draw it all out, and it is until the day I quit breathing that I will stop lathering up my mind and my tongue for the day, and quit spitting my existence onto paper striving for until I can't tell the difference between my own work or those considered "modern classics." How pity are my words compared to the worlds I want to create, because ponder has no limit; nor, do the words powered by the fires within my heart and my mind, bellowed by every breath I take of my forsaken continuance that I consider my life. It isn't until the day I die that I want to truly know rest, because I know what I have inside of me now, and I want to live for it all. I don't want to fall away into quite desperation before I have expressed every ounce of my drop to the ocean.

I'll pause here to insert a "note" I had written for myself, to be read on a later date... hoping that I could find and use, some future knowledge and encouragement from within it. And it goes:

"And I think to myself... 'Where was I, all those years? Who was I? What was I doing? What did I DO?"

And I wake up, with a new vision. A new... direction. It's possible that a purpose is necessary to live, but how should I know? I'm not God. But I have one, and I'm on track to be great.

"And I think to myself..."

I figured out by now, that this is all I am. Taylor Lee Travis. Do you know who I am? Do you truly? The short answer is no. I don't truly, fully understand myself... aka, all of my subconscious's desires and why and what drives them. All I do know, is there is no possible way you can Be me, feel the things I feel. You will never truly know how I deal with things, hell... even half of the things I deal with. Now this is by no means to say that I have one clue of who you truly are either, I'm just saying...you will always only cast sympathy to me; you can't feel my emotions, not really. I believe that we are just that for each other, sympathy. I don't shrink "life" into the word, "sympathy", but I feel that it is an important part of what makes our ego. It is what makes each of us, mourn, love, lust, sweat, cry, feel, bite, and do anything and/or everything in a different way. The only real catch is ourselves, hiding behind our walls, restricting our souls to express and share one another. If anything, that is humans downfall, true potential... we only tend to grasp for the selfish things these days. Materials. Needless to say an important part of our lives... but it is not the "goal" ladies and gentlemen. That is only the means, the tools... not the feeling at the end of the day, where you can't do anything but smile... and say, "I am happy." In that form, it is all to rare these days. Because we all know that we aren't really happy, we all have our holes. We all live, in some way, in "quiet desperation" that keeps us from expressing every sensation we feel. It all wants to come out, even though you doubt yourself. We never truly show our true colors, because we are constantly fighting and dealing with ourselves, and the whole outside world. It keeps us on guard. My own wars are the ones in my head, everyday...and while I am in my mind writing down what I think... I know it's never going to be enough. But I try... I try in a certain desperation I will never truly understand until the end. I will try against death to rid myself of the countless waste of weight I carry in my head, and on my shoulders. I will do my best to live my best, and the only person that could ever hold me back, is the one writing these words. And it's not until I stop and end, will I be happy... because that is when I know the mood is right, to die.

Live by your own desires, and never hold back.
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Ish's First Memory

Modest Mouse - Autumn Beds. Lyrics here: http://www.songlyrics.com/modest-mouse/autumn-beds-lyrics/

It's... ~okay.

Ish's Lullaby

He cradles me over and over, until my eyes start to cover

Humming my song, like he has done over and over

In my head, I simply recede

Until in my mind, I had nothing to heed

I just fall over, with no more to see

Something said sleep, and I had no choice but to agree

Only it was then when, I found myself in a dream

Before the cow jumped over the moon

And the dish ran away with the spoon

I would sing that soft tune

My voice would defy, as I looked myself through

I would sing and sing until I found a way out

I sang, forever and ever

Until I had no more breath to spout

My mind would come say hi

When I happen to hear a noise

 Go check it out...
What's behind those doors...

Harsh voices get louder
As I inch the door wide

I see what is beyond me
I see what is inside
I see what I live with
I see how I'll die
I see her broken reflection
Buried beneath his red eyes


Leaving the scene
Secrets take to me
While the still sounds mount

Locked in my head
I'm left to recount

I was lost
Without anything that made me

I was lost 
Without anything that made a family

So to these childish endeavors

That I've forgotten how to forget

I remember you

When we used to drink and not think

Cheat, beat, and drift off to sleep

But when my mind turns to sponge

I wonder where I'll be

And I wonder what I'll see

I forget those lyrics to my soul

To this soothing tune, the way I used to foresee

The way back to me

Directions lost in the heat of battle

Giving new meaning to the phrase, slaying cattle

I close my eyes

And no longer see in front of me

I only hear that tune sung, by the newest draftee

They say memories hit hardest on the head

But I don't know, I grew up seeing a wide spread
Taking it to the floor, taking it on the bed

Down and down the rabbit hole, I fled

To my closest family, I go, I go

I came as a surprise, I know, I know

But when I was left those so many times

There on the sidelines

It's when I ask have to ask

Am I even worth the rhyme

Or am I just here sometimes

I would eventually awake I know
To the results of them taking it slow
Empty ashtrays that would burn down our family

Empty souls with no spirit left to flee
Always in the comfort of some other's bed

While I was left in misery

Left alone in front of the mirror

Living half my life behind closed eyes

Pulling myself together to hold back the cries

Busy hiding behind people holding me back

Leaving in flashing lights, off to spend the night

In some old, cold, whore-smelling shack

Where I have to cover my ears instead of shedding my eyes

Because of what I have to hear again

To turn off the reel of the fight

To turn off my shivers, from the cold and the fright

So I sing a tune, forever in my head

Playing over and over, but the connection is dead

My family was torn apart, all because of what was said

So I stay shut-up, forever in my room

Consumed with the same tune

Over and over

Until I was entombed, in a lie in which whom

I never knew if it was ho, hoe, or who

Because Mr. Santa Clause

I don't know you

And with a jolt of synergy

It came to me

I had awaken from my memory

And the next thing I knew

A sound broke through that melody

I just fell over

And I knew it was over

Something said sleep

So I just rolled over in the covers

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So it wasn't originally At All what I had in mind...but I just went with it. Thoughts?

The more I read it, the more I dislike. Balls.

Nothing Special

Modest Mouse - The Whale Song. Lyrics here: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858782489/

*Side Note* - I do feel bad wasting such a good song on such a shitty, non-interesting post...but I hope that it's musical goodness will raise the overall quality of said post.

SPOILER ALERT! - Bleh.

So I've had this post open the past couple days, and I've been tabbing back and forth adding in anything I had anything to say... I'm just going to let this all flow out of my head... it seems to be the only real thing I've felt these few days.

Call it writer's block or a lack of a solid train of thought, I haven't written any poetry in a while. That kind of bugs me. First, I have no material as of today's date that I would say is worthy of posting... nothing that could make me "famous" or anywhere near successful, not to even mention to just live off of as an actual job. I mean honestly, who am I kidding? There, I said it. My work is bleh at best. Sure there are a couple good lines, but...I don't know. It just seems to not be working out. Second, it's not like I don't enjoy writing, I love it. It's kind of a reflection period for me, so I felt like I was missing out on something good by not being able to put pencil to paper, and just jot something out. So here I am, actual blogging. It's that funny? No. No Taylor... it's not.

Damn.

So I'm single. Again...

                                                                                                                                  ...Awesome.

As I draw a big frowny-face, made up of tinier frowny-faces to show you what my face has been like on the inside the past couple days... and then I'll draw a Really big smiley face, made up of tinier frowny-faces to show you what my face has been like on the outside the past couple days.

Eat that visual.

In all honesty...I think I've taken it very well. It is odd that the girl in question will almost surely be reading this post, so I'm hesitant in what I should say and what I should not. It's not like I have any vile things to say, so no worries. We ended on fair terms as I recall... so no harm done. I just hope no future entry, let's say... of happy times with other people bring no feelings of...bad... feelings. You know. Yeah.

Ugh.

Bleh is my existence at the moment, and the funny thing is...I can't spell existence right the first time, but I can the second and in a weird way, I believe that says a lot. /shrug. All I feel like is that I'm at work constantly...although I did have a very odd, 4 day "weekend" from work, so that was cool. But any juice of fun I could have sucked out of that apple of opportunity was flushed down the drain, along with the rains in which it heavenly poured from. /sigh

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To be quite honest with you, I would love to be out of my mind right now... and any method is looking tasty atm.

But that's not going to happen anytime soon. And now this blog is coming to end because I don't even feel like writing anymore. I need a "pickme-up", so if you guys have any ideas, I'm all ears. Until whenever... peace "n" words.

P.S.

       I feel like the title. If I didn't make that clear.

P.S.S.

       Now I feel emo.

Wasteland

Flock of Seagulls - I Ran.

Wasteland

I always seem to mess up

But I feel like I can make it right

I always seem to make someone cry

And keep up others in the night

I can never make it end

I always fall away

Into a wasteland in my head

So I ran

And I ran

Stars shine down upon me

But I couldn't get away

I can't get away

There is always time to change

But you were always fading from view

So I just ran so far away

I ran all night and day

But I just couldn't get away

Show me what you've got

We all walk with dirty feet

And while the good die young

The broken die old

So stay with me tonight

Tell me what you are

For I am getting cold

Trust me

We will see each other tonight

We will hold each other tight

We will be alright

We will be alright

Things are not always as they seem to be

But they can't take you away from me

No one knows the secrets we are hiding

For I can't leave the hands that guide me

From here your eyes look starry

As you suddenly let go of me

As you suddenly turned on me

But things are not always as they seem to be

They can't take you away from me

They simply take you away from me

I can take slaving hands

But I not my feet

I don't have the heart

No soul left to keep

Stuck left following this road

We call dreams

Running away until we realize we were again

Blinded by the gleam

Time rests in shadows

Waiting on its mark

Biding enough time

To play footsies in the dark

So hold my hand

I have a master plan

I am in your command

I am in your demand

Time me while you blink away

Time me while we head down our dream

I'm right here waiting

Right here

Home asleep

You are a dreamer

But don't dim your eyes yet please

It's a touch of grace

That stares us sleepily

Now awake my girl

And stop your weeping

It's time to watch the stars go by

I'll follow you through the darkest laid back eyes

That neither of us can see through

Time to get it right

We will make it through

I'll get to you

I'll will hold you

My feet may ache

But I now know what from me

They can't take

I can't get away from you

And I never want them to

Those bright eyes will slowly guide me back

I am a guilty man that rest beside you

These soft hands tightly hold me back

Wrapped up with muddy tracks

From experiences that never alone

I can pull through

And as you grasp me back the second time

Stay with me tonight

It is when I know for sure

That I will fall back into line

You will bring me back home

Back into place

Back into view

Back to you

Back to our time

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Let me know what you guys think. I have a good feeling about this one.

Food for thought...

Food for thought...

Opener:

                 Is it just me? Or do people often express inner emotions through the things they say? Listening closely, I have discovered this is true.

Body 1:

                 There are in many ways, a person can say double meaning while talking. There are also many reasons, why they say those..."choice words", if you will. --- They are said for good reason, there is no doubt about it folks; let's discover why...together.

                Now the first question you are probably asking yourself is: "Why?" Some other top may contenders include: "Is this really a question?, why?", "Of course we know why...why don't you?", and the more rare, "Who cares?" Well folks --- I will have answered all of these questions by the end. So if you will come with me, and we will explore the unexplained.

                Whether or not they or you, for that matter realize it...it's happening all around us. I have found it somewhat bothersome in a sense, as well as at the same time...simply fascinating to experience. I am often lost for words, and often trying to play along; it goes both ways, it just simply rest on the level of craftiness and the such mood I am in, to deal with its presence. These experiences leave me in such awkward faces; I am either playing an act, or mustering my gut and thinking of my next move. You see folks... they like to suck you in, into their, "way of seeing the world" for a moment. It is an often tragic experience, but often as well, healing to a relationship...of different sorts. Whether it is by the roll of the die', or some other cosmic reason...they exist, and you are rolled my friend.

                 It is at this point, you act. You have one of two choices, which lead to "events" for you to keep in your memory forever. For it is these kinds of experiences... that grind on our instinctive feelings and emotions. They are either good or bad experiences. --- And as cliché  as that sounds...it's like bread and butter. It's that... ying-yang, black-white...sort of things. It either makes you smile or frown. And the question is: Which clown do you see? Which masked acted face, are you wearing today? You never know your day...your future, and nor can you really foresee your mood. Moods tend to shift...and if this was a poem, I would somehow reference the moon. But 'Anywhoo... Your moods change so swiftly, so readily to take the leap to the other-side. It's like little events for life to test us? How do we do against..."foreign emotions?" --- And I believe, these events happen for a very important reason.

                The next thing I say, I want to make Very Clear... although I, Taylor Travis...do Not know the sole reason to ask the one question: "Why?" --- I feel that I have found one true answer, that cannot be unwritten...even by the "gods of the cosmos" and what all that means... I know beyond anything and nothing... and everything in between... that Change is inevitable as is its goodness, and likewise further the exact same, as is Home. And I Do know the answer to the question why... it is, why not. Just simply why not. --- This is not a question people. It just is. It does. It goes. It changes. It stays the same. We will have experiences. We will not have experiences. We will awake. We will sleep. Nothing more. Nothing less. Because there is nothing else to experience, than experiencing everything you can...and experiencing everything you cannot. Now, this is just me. Take it as it is. As farfetched or how "confusing or wacky it might be", I'm not forcing anything. I am simply explaining my point of view on it. And as persuading as it may sound... I just want you to think. Think out of the box. Think in the box. Think of the box. Think that the box is something completely something else... before you ever think, you know it all. Oh because nay, and this is what I say...no, you do not. You are lies. You are a shamble.

Body 2:

                 Oh look at you. Such a show. Dancing and flailing. You see some sort of clown...that's for sure. So many metaphors could be said here... but let's just keep going. To just get this out of the way...here a few little quotes I've said(1) or have gathered from books I have read(2) or as in articles I have read on certain people's quotes(3)...etc. Etc. Etc...

"Because we are simply a group of individuals, who think we are individually right" (1)

"I was scared and I was desperate, most likely because I was exhausted from fighting back all the worst-ase scenarios in my head." (2)

"There is nothing so true as that the frock and the cowl..." (3)

"The search for God, is nothing more than the search for truth" (1)

               

                 So obviously, this post goes a little further than first look. If you haven't gotten it already, this post is an example of what I am writing about. But I won't bother you with the specifics. Hence, this body is short.

Body 3:

                 Anywhoozles... let's start with what first gave me interest to keep notice of these events. Donald is his name. Now before we get into this, I want to say this is not a fight of any sort... only an observation of mine. And I would also would appreciate if you could guys not send me any sort of resentment, of my opinion of this guy. I'm just being truthful as I can be...despite my possible bias I may have. Excuse me. I am human. Sorries? Anyway...he is one of those guys (and girls can be like this too...a lot of them are), that has to talk sooo much fucking game. He is a bad-ass. He is so tough. He is brilliant. He has done everything first. He has done everything better. He has done it all longer. He isn't scared of anything. And he knows it all, and if he doesn't know it...it's not worth nothing, and he will say screw it.

                He is also...an ignorant prick. He is a pathetic acting self-absorbed, self-esteem issue having red neck...who is awfully tattooed, he is close-minded, incest man who does it with his cousin...stupid annoying, fuck-face. What's a fuck-face? He is. Oh...and is has little dog syndrome. Look it up!

                Okay so, we are at work...he is on his latest spiel of how he beat a guy in a fight. He goes on and on for hours. So we are slow, kinda doing our own thing...he is vaguely telling the story, and no one is really listening. There was a brief pause, almost an awkward silence...and then he coughs? or like grunted in some sort of fashion...And I could hear him say something in it. It was hinted with a dash of /cry and /well fuck you too. He said either, "Aww, dammit." or "Damn it all." Now I am not really sure which, for I was trying to ignore him. But the awkwardness caught my attention, so I was just waiting for something...and I caught his words. --- Now as you read this...read it again. Reread the guy's quotes. There are different ways you can say them...there are different tones and pitches you can say them in. So I thought about what he said, I am usually interested in these sort of things of course. So...I got to a point where I could only think of him saying them in a pity me sort of way..."my life is soo horrible." When the truth is...it's Horrible, because he is a fuck-face. And I'm sorry. I won't pity you... there is no reason for me to. You are pathetic, and such of an asshole...where you have lost my vote sir. You have lost my vote to set you straight. For however cold this may seem, you are the scum of what makes up grime. Fuck you. You are an asshole. You are an inconsiderate douche bag...

                 You say damn it all? You know what I say? Yes. Please...you want so much, that you would act like a child and roll the dice', and put all of your chips, against the chances of death?

                Your child will grow up, in a broken home...Dad of the Year award? I don't think so. And he is going to be the manager? It burns my McChicken eating hide. But whatever, that's life huh? Awesome. Now read it again...

                Awesome.

Conclusion:

                Of course this is only a minor example, and view into the unexplained. I will further continue more in another post. But until then, here is my end.

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Thoughts?

"The Joker's Deal"

Astronautalis - Mr Blessington's Imperialist Plot, Lyrics here:  http://lyrics.wikia.com/Astronautalis:Mr._Blessington%27s_Imperialist_Plot

***READ TO THE BEAT
     OF THE DEEP BASS DRUM
     AT THE BEGINNING***

"The Joker's Deal"

Let's get the firsthand

And get things right

I see a bull-eyes in my sight

I tell these secrets to gain your trust

Let's say, nothing is a mystery for us

I have a trick up my sleeve, for everything

We can scape this land and leave nothing behind us

I can clear out rooms, in a single gust

I can hire liars of any size, I have simply nothing to hide

I have any suppliers, you may require to desire

Let's steal from easy prey, so what do you say

So I roll out the slip, eyes strain for the pamphlet

I will preach Hamlet, while I give you your packet

Let these lyrics gather your mind, and your attention too

Eyes start lingering about you

A secret unfolds just like magic,

When I crack it, this Matador's jacket

Take it and wave it, make the bull ballet

Make him suffer in haste

Dance and run with quick grace

Through the skyline cloud's habit

Now close your mind

And rid yourself of all gambits

Into the ring, into the china closet we go

Hand me your doe for safe keeping

Now sit for the show and watch me go pro

We see a bull snorting and bellowing his chest

He jumps like Jack be' Nimble, with a bit of Old Ness

In and out of towers of plates
Now don't make a mess

Will he crash, or take the cake

They ask if how it's done, can be leaked

One man, a few, a many, have stated

For this fine ass chuck and have laid down money

That he'd knock coins and shatter

His chances, and grow to be as cliché as a loser

So they throw down their deals and sell their taboos

But fools were further shown, as tools

And it's all because I have something to spool

Secrets vanish as I raffishly tear down these towers of plates

Full of fluff used as a get-away escape

Known from the beginning, when we sought the already caught

Opportunities that brought me you, then there to help me make my move

Blinded by trust and now abused, I take the lead

So I crash open your doubts

Of the things you dare not say or need

I ravishly shout and command your attention

Before you have time to think, or to make the connections

Did I mention, you lost the bet old man

This trick is as clean as magic

Can you fathom it, that the bull pulled through

Without a single crash, and me...I was all /dash too

I was like Nimble, and just played it cool

Kicked down to all knees, Hamlet here

Crying the size of thimbles

Grabbing your attention, while I pocket your pension

And simply easy the tension

Here is the secret, that has left us cringing for an ending

Leaving our minds in the clouds, and our eyes simply lingering

We get jitters and secrets wither, when we sellout to our bidders

Because it's all done with smoke and mirrors

And none of us can bear it, but can you believe it

We made it clean, we flash our flag signals and get

I do as I do, unraveling this spell from the beginning

It unreeled so eloquently, into my hands

Lathery silk was waved, and the trick was done

And no more is left, to bind me to you

Nothing more blinded you, from the truth

Success of today goes to the show, I tell to soothe

I own a few tricks of my own, and I am on a mission

Vanishing in smoke, they just call me

Magician

So here is my ride, and my end

And to you sir, "good day" my friend

Remember what I recommend

...Suspend...

End
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Meh, what do yous guys think? Comments please.

By the way, Astronautalis is a BEAST!

"Old man's monologue."

The Killers - Mr. Brightside 
(Jacques Lu Cont's Thin White Duke Remix).

Lyrics here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/mrbrightside-jacques-lu-conts-thin-white-duke-remix-lyrics-the-killers.html

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...His pen and paper...

"The Old Man's Monologue."

And I just have to hit play.
This music engulfs me, it's the last one that I remembered
- Sir -

Uuuohhh......................................................................
Oh duh...
I wanted to hit play
This song...
It was a weird one...not yet so much understood
...not yet so much understood
It had a funky beat no doubt
It mainly had a focus, on how...
There is always doubt in our world
It was amazing...
I can't describe it's...loveliness
It was just right for the mood you know?
So it plays, and it makes me want to write
Right here...
Right now.
But I have a speech to give
As old as I am
I be 75...
And old man they say...
But I, oh I say much different.
If they only understood,
What I have to say.
But in there lies the problem,
They don't understand in what way,
I am portraying it.
I'm an oddball of sorts, one who wonders on things
Everything really,
There's the sinke
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They don't get my oddity.
And that's where I get my Lolr on.
I get my lol'ing on.
I bathe in my lolens.
Cute little things, that make you laugh.
See the word: AWESOME!
See the phrase: Done! and Done! Son!

As my monologue goes on
All I hope is that I am remembered
Before I die an old man
I am the caption, erm...Captain, Hardwood
That is my name,
It is Lance Hardwood

And basically

I make Justin Bieber look like a tool

I am the real stuff

I have roamed this woods,

For soo long,

I often got caught up

In my own gatherings...

In my own,
Mind...
Really...

Unexplainable things,

This is my badge,

So to speak,

That sounded like as a screech would sound...

It was scary,

And whoooo...did it make me jump like a clown.

- Sir...you are wanted on stage. -

Oh thank you Frank, thank you...

Oh you...

- That is a truly funny observation sir... -

Have a good night tonight.

- You too sir. -

I get lost in thought

I saw it coming...

But I didn't stop it.

It's my curse.

I think of the ,"darndest", things.

And then people get my attention.

When I am a' (*Insert falling "miss"* .

Pause = Correction.

I tend to ramble

Until I get it right the first time

When I am a' (*Insert falling*) "miss".

- Sir... -

Oh yes...

Here we are,

Here we go,

Let's go,

I have everything,

It's time to shine.

I just hope the light,

Isn't too bright,

When I have to make,

The last word mean the most,

For you see,

The best is at the last,

So don't undermine,

Your time.

Get shit done I say,

And I am 75,

75,

This is my brethren that I see,

In the mirror,

This is me,

And I can do things,

And here is my speech,

That I screech,

To the crowd,

At my feet...

And they listen,

Oh how they roar,

They are my sea anemone,

My fans,

They are my family.

And as I speak to the crowd,

They just take me in,

Into my metaphorical mirror,

That I can't spell ---

That I can't dispel...

And they love it.

And Oh how I...

Love them.

And "whoo",
How lost I get at the thought...

I love life.

Even at 75...

Love is in the air,

And I can't explain this story,

As my laptop lays atop my desk,

And the crown of my head,
Spots where they are balding,

That I just don't hide,

Just because I am...

Just that cool...

Old guy.

I feel like I am 20,

And I can't believe it...

They just don't understand,

And I can't explain,

For I am choked in memories.

I seem to know a lot,

A lot about everything,

I am the wise man,

In this new day,

And I don't feel like giving it up...
Anytime soon.

Yes...yes, that is what I'll tell them,

My friends,

That is the story I will tell,

Here at my desk,

I will tell the story of my being,

Of my adventuring...

Of your reading.

We will all experience all the same realization of life.

We will understand it all one day...

But not today.

So do not fret...

Not is all lost,

And no matter how much it will cost...

I will fix this damn mike,

And learn to speak.

Yes that is what I'll write...

And in the end,

It will all be a spell.

- We're ready for you sir... -

Oh yes...

Let's go,

We have a show...

You see...Sir

You are an actor in this play...

You have a line...

To say.

And even if the first word you say is right...

We all go wrong eventually.

...And I remember...

You aren't the controller of your life.

It just goes...

You are the controller of the controller of your life,

Yes...

That will be my last line of the night...

"So get it right...get it right."

"Good night...Good night."
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*Close curtains*