History Always Repeats Itself

And here we are again

full circle.

Breakdown,

rebuild

each time with greater intent.

Traced over and emphasized.

A reorganization,

a reexamination

of this cesspool

of this tainted species

of this file cabinet lifestyle.

colorless,

thoughtless,

genderless slaves

whipped by a time clock

maimed by a cubicle

stripped of their identity

by a managerial house slave;

a lapdog to the dollar.

My friend,

you are still one of us!

You are still a cog in a deteriorating

lifestyle obsession gone awry.

We are the Egyptians.

We are the Romans.

We are the Aztecs.

We will become the nothingness that ensues.

We will fade into obscurity

scrutinized for our lack of life,

our lack of meaning.

Tomorrow morning,

the workforce drowning in their efficiency

will wake up to their deaths.

But who will write their obituaries?

Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Coming Home

Coming Home

These melancholy nights,

cool California comfort.

Close your eyes baby

close your eyes and fly.

Let the dirty breeze take you.

Broken hearts and the Santa Anna’s

will float you through forever.

So just close you eyes and put your faith in the horizon.

‘Cause we can lay back and watch it all float by…

We’ll be kids again, lying on our backs watching clouds take shape.

So watch the stars

‘cause tonight they’ll shine just for you.

We’ll spend the rest of our lives

…just blowin in the wind,

we’re just blowin in the wind

Through the country side

and in-between busy cities.

So just let go baby.

Just let go…

even if I’m not the one,

just gimme a go.

Forever is just around the corner

And yeah baby I got my flaws

but I cut that anchor loose,

so can you.

So just let go baby

Just let go.

Cry your eyes out and put your faith in the horizon,

‘cause tonight we’re just blowin in the wind.

And flash me that smile

the one I love

the one that always seems to makes a cameo

and promise you’ll just let go.

Miles To Go Before I Sleep

Summer time is upon us yet again ladies and gents, and we all know what this means.  Expensive gas, sun block, flip flops, Casey's birthday and of course the traveling.  For all of you who might be doing some driving or traveling this summer I have come up with a new mixtape for just that occasion.  Its a double disk folk/acoustic/alt-country mixtape perfect for driving across the California desert.  So without further Adu, I present Miles To Go Before I Sleep.

“Says He’s Held Up With Holding On And On And On And On And On”

I hope he’s who you say he is,
Your knight in shining armor
Your prince on a pedestal
The best decision of your life.
Cause I’ve choked on these words for so many nights,
And now they’re choking me up.
The things you’ll never know
The things I never told you.
Those nights…
Those nights we were young,
We’d walk the empty streets and sing our favorite songs.
Those nights we’d sit on the curb and smoke cigarettes.
We were all we needed to be.
Well I just needed you to know that…
The nights laced with electricity and life,
They will be the only thing I take with me, forever.
So when you look back on the things you’ve done,
And the decisions you’ve made
Think of me.
And those nights.
Cause I’ll be laying in my bed face up,
And thinking of your smile.
So when he tells you
“This won’t mean a thing…”
Remember he’s who you wanted.
And for the record,
“I’m held up with holding on”
So may you achieve everything you’ve ever wanted
And if you can…
Never look back.
Cause when you do,
You’ll see the person you left behind.

Says he's held up with holding on and on and on and on and on

"I've choked on these words for so many nights, and now they're choking me up"  I wrote that line about a year or two ago and for some reason they still ring quite true.  Its funny how we can only run for so long.  I've been thinking about this girl again, the one that I always blog about.  The girl I'm always bitching about.  And its like a fucking disease.  For some reason she just always creeps into my life in some way or another.  And the best part is it's always in a strange subliminal way.  For example lately all I've been listening to is tell all your friends by taking back Sunday.  Now I've been spinnin that record since I was probably 15 maybe 16 years old.  Don't get me wrong, its a good record, but I couldn't fucking stop listening to it.  And tonight I figured out why.  It was that summer I laid eyes on the woman that would haunt me the rest of my life.  The woman that I was damned to love.  you'll never know.  And I'll never have you.  But those nights, they were th best nights of my life.  Those nights we were young.  Those nights we'd walk the lonely streets and sing our favorite songs.  Those nights that we'd sit on curbs and smoke cigarettes.  Those nights...those nights when all we were was all we needed to be.  Well I just needed you to know that, those night.  Those nights laced with electricity and magic, those nights will be all I take with me, Forever.  So when you look back on the things you've done, and the decisions you've made.  Think of me and think of those nights, because I'll be laying down in my bed face up, awake, thinking of your smile.  So when things get hard, and he says he never loved you.  Remember, I did.  And when he says ""this won’t mean a thing come tomorrow, Cause I'm still not sleeping, thinking I’ve crawled home from worse than this."  Remember that he's who you wanted.  And For the record, I'm done.  I'm held up with holding on.  May you achieve everything you've ever wanted, and if you can, never look back, cause when you do...You'll see all the people you left behind.

in·sid'i·ous-1. Working or spreading harmfully in a subtle or stealthy manner

   Speak to me.
   Speak to me those sad insidious words
   You use so well.
   A perfected phrase of happy sorrow,
   Words that flow over our heads
   And down with our drinks.
   Words that haunt only me.
   So just go ahead and pretend,
   Pretend I’m him…
   The mean of your dreams,
   The man you loved before
   Everything went wrong.
   Speak
   And let your body speak the words
   You can never say.
   Because lets face it love,
   I’m not much…
   But I’m better than being alone.
   So speak to me
   Speak to me the cool peppermint words of hope
   The heavy words of sorrow
   And your empty words of love