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Thursday, September 07, 2006
Back to the norm
Finally have got internet connection at home and suddenly found a good deal of writing which has been needed to be typed up; so hopefully some of it can be done over the next couple days.
Forgiveness
The cold feet on concrete makes one realise, alone on a balcony overlooking a concrete jungle, that how obnoxious you have just been. Along with the obscurity and bizarre anxiety that you hear about the prospects ahead. Breaking someones heart in a split second of obtuse behaviour, you suddenly realise how precious one's thoughts are again.
This is learning that you have become selfish and somewhat twisted, however still sane that your behaviour is you.
Forgiveness
The cold feet on concrete makes one realise, alone on a balcony overlooking a concrete jungle, that how obnoxious you have just been. Along with the obscurity and bizarre anxiety that you hear about the prospects ahead. Breaking someones heart in a split second of obtuse behaviour, you suddenly realise how precious one's thoughts are again.
This is learning that you have become selfish and somewhat twisted, however still sane that your behaviour is you.
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Untitled
Crazy Women, Crazy Women
Surrounded by those dames.
Misfortunate dreamers.
Seeking infinite fame.
Pain in my gums
An ache in the head
Wanting to eat more
Until I can be no longer feed
Without the torment
There's a cavity
To feel again
Screaming from the depravity
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Conversation and mishaps
There's twenty things that are thought of within a mismatched process of conversation. They are all unique thoughts which delve into complex and paranoid emotions.
Sometimes I think of just striking out and want to sock the poor fool talking. The conversation itself could be very innocent, than all of a sudden a wave of aggression overcomes me to hurt. I'm sure a certain psychological complex.
Is it like when you drive a car and know one quick tug of a wheel you could side swipe the guy next to you or be involved in a head-on collision at your fault.
Is it like standing on a cliff-face enjoying the view or much more commonly in London on the edge of a underground track with an approaching train arriving. Which rail is the electrified one, always springs to mind though. Watch your back though, as you get the sense of paranoia thinking that you might get pushed from the overcrowding.
It's not the thought of aggression or violence, I think it's unused adrenaline.
Maybe I need to find a hobby.... or a shrink.
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Song
Six months had passed
Pain locked away in her head
Of crying out in the night
Dreaming of shadows in her bed
She kissed those lips
A hundred score
That time not yet forgotten
She would taste a hundred more
She she sung
Oh Lord, how can see
Oh Lord, where can I hear
Oh lord, I want to believe
The end of this is near
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Reply to Gina
Music to me in London is that no matter where you are, nor what you are doing, you are a part of it. A purchase of an IPOD and all the tunes stored from home makes you feel at peace. But when you go to a concert, a band, a day out in a field of grass with some of your best friends, you become more at home and remember the day with smiles.
The people you mix with give you their music. In turn you give that music to someone else who also appreciates. In part, we become this beautiful web of life and laughter once again.
Point of, when you stand on the tube in London's underground and the music you may remember at home with a friend talking about time passed or here in London listening to a radio station from the car next to you. The love of music in London has no boundaries, nor would the love of music elsewhere on your travels.
