Fill your Breath: Feel a Fool

lilting vocabulary
lift up the night
swinging round silence
and stuck out of sight

soothing these memories
all spoken before
bringing down notepads
surrounding the floor

silky ass stockings
slip off of my thighs
winter whispers of those
chill clinging eyes

stalking this body
i drift so free
i separate my soul
still one with me

movement masks rhythm
pas de trois
one two five
pulsating the aching
knowledge of feeling alive

to be oh so empty
and feel ever so full
fuck, this is your heaven
and losers seek fools

i must follow your breath
white frost hits my air
meeting these eyes
of your wealthy sin's stare

oh you, oh so empty
i be so full
sick of love seeking destruction
so eternally cool
adoring envying outrage
lust falling for school

pretty words race my heartbeat
lest this poor pragmatic sop
move forth, back then forward
damn it - say STOP

sweetly words strung by sentences
fraudulent ring true
fire fighting emotion
they're laughing at you

say, why so empty?
man, how are you full?
with nothing but the words
who serve you up
like a fool.

Hotel Within

I seek a sweetness of soul
somewhere within
each faulty facade
I try passing in

How will I ever know me?

Our bodies of traveling art
saintly, yet sanctuaries for sin
this strolling haven of supposed hipness
oh, come on in

Christ, this hotel's for gypsies
we're all passing on
one day through the other
savoring our song

we flex to life's music
and give to hope's pulse
Roam casting our wishes
throwing our stones

I, careless once more
shaping my future
Watt's stream restored
will this water find its way?

Center isn't far: But Just where

fear stalks you
as a tiger in the bush
can it smell you?

sweat dripping off your nose
staining my chest
burning your image into my skin

like a tattoo on my heart
mistaken and indelible
Inked flesh

there is pain but no pain
tolerance but intolerance
misery but not sorrow

what then is in between

in where is my middle
coming back to center
from all extremes

finding the outside around
waiting and insisting
inside is not sound

In My Day : The Rise of Violence vs. The Lack of Technology

The good old days... Were the good old days really the good old days? Weren't our grandparents' days of yore once nowadays? Hasn't there always been a series of good old days to dream about and point to when the older generation felt that the youngsters were shitting up the world?

"Why in my day... Where's the morals? What kind of music is that?"

Every generation on Earth has heard some ranting version of this in their lifetimes. I imagine that I too, will look back to '08 and intone those very words - AH, the good old days.

But why is that? My journey is to question myself and others. Were these fleeting memories of days past really just that? Did people really live life better ethically? Or is here and now, the end all and be all of times?

I've been having a really big think about this. I started deeply thinking about it all while listening to my ipod, checking my email, and glancing at the caller ID on my Blackberry. I wonder what is the common thread that connects each generation. Answer - Technology.

Just why is walking forty miles in the snow and sleet to reach a one-room schoolhouse in Montana worth moralizing about? Lack of technology. No frigging cars...

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I mean to focus a study on:

- How the rise of violence compares to the introduction of technology.

- How does the introduction of Television, Internet, Computers, the Telephone, Cellular Phones, Cars, etc. contribute to violent tendencies?

- How does Technology let us further disconnect from society and others while increasing our capacity for violence and decreasing that for empathy.

Should be interesting...