notion 30.

and then one day
as i approached
the end of my journey,
i realized a new one
had just begun,
and so now
i find myself
on a never ending
journey.

07.16.2005.

notion 31.

i asked the river for advice.
she whispered.
there was wind.
i could not hear.
she disappeared.

07.16.2005.

notion 32.

find us a safe space.
you know what the
whole
world
is thinking.
i can’t
even imagine
what they could be thinking?

07.16.2005.

notion 26.

so i escaped into my dreams
’cause dealing w/ people,
humanity,
that type of thing
was the type of thing
that’s gotten
me going crazy,
and i’m not just
exaggerating.
there’s nothing reaching
me so forget about everything, and
whatever you all was thinking.
time passed by w/out blinking…

07.16.2005.

 

 

 

notion 27.

so while the whole world focuses on the
nonsense
the industry has created.
an industry to promote its industry,
and so i can’t escape this underlying feeling.
got me worrying, got me wondering,
what’s really happening?
and is anyone noticing
cause everything’ll keep on going.
most the masses been slept on.
they become more of the forgotten.

07.16.2005.

notion 25.

let’s walk.
let’s just walk tonight.
it doesn’t really matter where,
and we don’t even
have
to really talk.
we don’t have to discuss
anything interesting,
or unload all our worries.
let’s forget about how time’s passed.
let’s just walk tonight.
where
would
you
like
to get to?
where
do
you
think
we’ll end up?
how fast can we get there?
let’s just walk tonight.

07.16.2005.

notion 21.

if i was more bourgeoisie,
melting under the sunset.
we are slowly slipping
down.
there is a need for more.
more time and space to breathe.

07.16.2005.

 

 

 

notion 22.

finding what else,
wonder what hides
behind shadows,
since there isn’t
a lot of what we’d
like…
i wish i was like
exactly the way.
which road is leading?,
and who is leading?
the doors all locked,
and the ceiling caved in.

07.16.2005.

 

 

 

notion 23.

some spit
what could
never get
written.
i’m
just an
eruption,
or on-
ly an
illegal alien
exported from mexico.
imported into this country
w/ in my mother’s womb.

07.16.2005.

 

 

 

notion 24.

you have brought me,
carried me along.
almost felt myself
floating away.
you said, you could fly.
i didn’t believe you.
and said that you’d teach me
to float away.
you reached out your hand,
and we closed our eyes,
and finally everything
i ever needed
was there
in you.
and i hope
i can keep
you from
floating away
w/out me.

07.16.2005.

notion 20.

left handed piece for the broken right.
go in reverse.
go in reverse
to curse the verse.
which is worse,
we are stuck
here on earth
w/ out wings to fly,
or an imagination
to escape.

so i start asking questions,
and then my brain starts
to wander off
into the night
cause this is just a
left handed piece for the broken right.

and i’m not afraid to dream.
and i’m not afraid to sleep.
left handed piece for the broken right
cause i am not like you.

yes,
we will all just become
someone else’s memories,
but so then tell me
what were we before?
(because what is
the standard of reality?)

please, an island.
find me an island
to wander off
into the night.
cause this is just a
left handed piece for the broken right.

we sing our songs
to remember the worlds
inside of our minds.
how i hope
that this wasn’t for real,
but i fear that it is.

the universe scattered fragments
of which we are all pieces of
which don’t make sense,
so why not then
just go.
go in reverse. go in reverse.
and what is worse
feeling cursed
like we are stuck
here on earth
w/ out (any) wings to fly,
or an
imagination
to escape.

so i start asking questions,
and then my brain starts
to wander off
into the night
cause this is just a
left handed piece for the broken right.

07.2005.

notion 17.

my love,
what if i don’t wake up
one day?
i hope you’ll recall
the nights,
which we got lost,
sleeping under a tent,
and in the church
we used to pray
to our agnostic god.
my love,
i’ve run out of room on this page,
but my heart
goes on
forever.

07.09.2005.

 

 

 

notion 18.

peel me open,
and tear me apart,
then let me know
what did you find?
i’m so ready.
i’m so ready
to just let go-
this whole world,
this whole world,
it can’t sustain me.
i need, i need,
i need. i need
so much more-
not just money,
but bigger hearts
to love again,
to love myself
w/ out pretending.

07.09.2005.

notion 15.

so blue, we think of time,
but every moment’s been mistaken
for shadows of reality (like plato),
but now is not no more,
so i bid farewell
to whatever happens.
once it’s passed,
there is no future
just things that happen.
it’s not destiny
just a bunch of accidents,
and it’s not human nature
or personal will
just the planet revolving.
so blue, we think of time.
saying goodbye.

07.09.2005.

 

 

 

notion 16.

now my memories are shaking,
and i’m not sure what
i could have become
if there’d been more time,
but the waves came on
crashing and bones have
no choice, but to float.
so then drift with the
current, and eventually
there’ll be shore on my
island to keep my memories
before they become state property.

07.09.2005.

notion 14.

lay there.
i’ve got secrets
to whisper,
so please,
just rest there now,
and listen
to the dreams
i’ve got to share
w/ you
because i need
them to become real.
and won’t you please,
help me,
make them real.
and we don’t have to remind
each other of everything
that may have happened,
and gone wrong.
we will make it disappear
if you’re hearing
what i’m saying.

07.09.2005.