31 July 2008
28 July 2008
Birthright; Acursed Birthright

I would never mention anything as trivial as my own birthday if it didn't have a path to a more important Idea. Sitting there amidst a gathering of people that hadn't seen my home in such a while, marveling at the power of it. Like the heathens we are, giving ourselves to each other. I bleed from the mouth with the thought of it. It is a beautiful thing. I wished I had a visual summation of what I am talking about, but nothing could ever do the atmosphere justice. I endure and long to once again join them in celebration. Dwelling in the shadow of something brings the mixed emotions that are so often confused and muddied into a mess of anger and lament. You move away from the mountain, get out from under it's oppressive gaze and it's overbearing nature. You move hundreds of miles away from this force that has made itself a constant in your day to day presence in the world of the living and the dreams of the dead. Yet as far as you run, as much as you would like to think that the mountain shrinking into the distance in your rear view mirror is the last you will see of it, the people around you know. They know your relationship to the mountain. They judge you on how you love the mountain. They hate you because you remind them of the mountain that scorned them.
You plead, you cry, you scream.
I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!!
I AM MY OWN FORCE!!
I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!!
FIGHT ME BECAUSE YOU HATE ME!!
I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!!
KILL ME BECAUSE I INSPIRE THAT BURNING HATRED!!
I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!!
LOVE ME BECAUSE OF ME!!
I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!!
BE FUCKING HONEST WITH ME!!
I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!!
FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST!!
I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!!
I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!! I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!! I AM NOT THE MOUNTAIN!!
They want you to prove you are not the mountain. They want you to fight the mountain. They want you to forsake the mountain. NO!! I will not. The mountain is me. He is me and I am him. And we are not. So give me your blood and oil. I will give you my sweat and tears. Put a fire unto our flesh. I will die for you. I will fight for all of us. We are all the mountain.
All my blood for the sweetness of their laughter.
21 July 2008
15 July 2008
Lover, You Should've Come Over
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe Im too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight youre on my mind so you never know
When Im broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
much too blind to see the damage hes done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So Ill wait for you... and Ill burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
Its never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
Its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
Its never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe Im just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And Im much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage Ive done
Sweet lover, you shouldve come over
Oh, love well Im waiting for you
Lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
11 July 2008
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