Hourglass

In the silence of our surrender

we’d become fragmented shells

of our former selves,

responding only to physical impulses.

We were lost to the world

wandering the dark abyss

that is our lives,

looking for that blinding light,

that white flash of hope

that we once shared.

But this is the life we’ve been given

despite all our parents prayers.

And as this moment passes to obscurity,

a passage in time that no one will remember

we’re dragged across existence

like a lazy southern drawl

and covered with the slurred comfort of eternity.

We have become footnotes

in the history of the world.

Once day these shackles of sin and sorrow

will be broken.

The key kept inside a beating heart,

my siren of freedom that wanders this dirty valley.

Dear Summer

The persuasive thoughts

of yesterday haunt me.

Longing for a nostalgic embrace

but remember those late nights drives

oceans and lighthouses

the Boss’ voice pushed out those old speakers.

A lullaby for the lonely,

the quiet sadness that haunted us.

Remember, until your broken arms

mend around a fading smile.

‘Cause it fades with the season,

and yeah bay,

“We burned out.”

So fade away to the tune of Thunder Road

and look back on me with a smile,

‘Cause summer romance

end at dawn.

Sunrise On The Face Of Dawn

In the seemingly endless desperation of youth

a pebble becomes a boulder

a kiss becomes a passionate love affair

a quiet conversation becomes a haunting destiny.

It’s through our brothers and sisters

through sinners and saints

that we are acquainted with life and death.

As the blurred chaos of this war,

of this struggle;

as our lives rage on

my eyes catch a glimpse of glory

perfection personified in a beauty beyond words

a flash of a smile that forgave me of my sins.

Her embrace was home.

The look in her eyes was the magic of being reborn,

of looking at a world of endless possibility.

My heart drowned in her brown ocean

swirling with the tide

kissed by perfection, the way the sea kisses the shore.

So smile because we have youth,

Smile because we have love,

Smile because we have each other,

Smile because nothing will ever be this good again.

And always remember the mornings

we’d wake up on the sand still dreaming

still living.

Kids waiting for their lives to begin,

For their dreams to be over.

But I’ll never forget the stars in your eyes

or the sunrise on your face.

So always remember the mornings I’d hold you close and whisper in your ear

“Life is at our door, morning is at our window

and our whole lives are ahead of us”.

 

Alcohol + The Power of Myth= Casey's Eternal Thoughts

Heaven and hell exist in a fictitious realm.  They exist in an obscure
dance we have within ourselves.  The minds passing of judgment on simple
situations.  Heaven and hell are the minds limitations.  The framework by
which we judge our current situations (i.e.  pleasantries vs. non
pleasantries).  Along with time and narcissism they are what prevent us as
a species from expressing our full potential.

Eternity is the passing moment with no reflex to the concept of time.  The
minds ability to exist without restraint is in fact the moment when the
body transcends itself and becomes one with the eternity which surrounds
it.  The notion of heaven and hell as an afterlife or something that begins
the second you cease to live is contrary to the concept that is eternity.
If heaven and hell are eternal then they exist as we exist.  They are
limitless and without end.  No beginning and no ending.  Heaven and hell
transcend the implications and limits we put on them, and, just like the
mind are various states of being.

The notion of eternity, beginning when we cease, is the human mind trying
to wrap its limitations on a tangible state.  The moment the mind exists
without restraint or knowledge of itself is a moment of eternity.  When the
mind is free of such implications and merely exists in situations without
reflex or the passing of any judgment, we in turn become divine.  We can
then observe things objectively, without any restraining implications.

Once the mind is allowed to flex its limitless potential, we are allowed to
transcend the physical realm and enter an eternity of enlightenment.
Heaven and hell are the minds perceptions of the life the vessel leads.
Rather than being an afterlife they are the minds waking reflex to the
situations it is presented with.  They are subjective states of being that
we create to pass judgment on ourselves.  Henceforth once the mind is able
to exist without judgment or the confines we place on it we will evolve
from the notions of heaven and hell and merely exist with eternity.

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.