Wednesday, August 27, 2014

2.1212 : 8/27/08 : Beauty Appears

Despite the paucity of common sense
Despite a line that stretches 20 years
On any evening anywhere at all
Despite everything beauty appears
I saw it in you every single day
And every moment that it shone through
I stored a thousand words away
the beauty that appeared was you
the beauty of the hills I walked
the heights I knew lights in the sky
I have been present for every instant
and not a moment has passed me by
be my co-conspirator
to travel at this sacred behest
to sew this mission to the wind
more beauty all made manifest
we are not controlled by chance
we are not the sum of fears
we are what remains when
the veil parts and beauty appears

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

personal account books

The Solipsist marks the end of Volume 2.7 - Seven. The songs will continue tomorrow with Volume 2.8 - Record (II).

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2.1211 : 8/26/08 : The Solipsist

Tonight’s the night I’m gonna kill the solipsist
in punishment for every scrap and crumb I missed
from circling the bowl of ugly self-deceit
I’ve chewed over my bowl of chaff now onto meat
I’ve seen all of the dirty trash on easy hire
and law enforced with gasoline in an old tire
there’s very little difference life worth zero
there’s no such thing as winning there is no hero
he makes a lot of cardinal moments and hard truth
pretends to be iconoclastic, dark, uncouth
he’s only expert of one subject such a bore
the word that comes most readily to mind is whore
if every conclusion reads as artifice
too many recollections of every near miss
the solipsist will tell me how he saw it come
and if I think I’m through with him I sure am dumb

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Monday, August 25, 2014

2.1210 : 8/25/08 : The Dream

3,399 : 45 ?



They all say I’m
Living the dream
only platinum and diamond bling
sipping the cream
they don’t know
every bit means jack
every single one of us
is clawing up the stack
no one will remember me
no one will regret
not saying a single thing to me
or missing me I bet
the dream is just a name you gave
to some straight fantasy
that’s not happening to anyone
least of all to me
They all say I
went too high not to fall
nobody picks up anymore
When I call
but I know the secret
it’s still just the same
they got you coming and going
and you can’t sit out the game


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2.1209 : 8/24/08 : This Can’t Go On

This can’t go on
well what does
every
always
abstract garble
every little bird
may warble
sounded better
strung on backward
yeah it’s messed up
yeah it’s all hard

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2.1208 : 8/23/08 : Business

It’s just business
the business of being
running
fighting
believing
seeing
I’m hung up on something
I can’t put my finger
on the name to put on it
and uncertainties linger
am I in the right business
am I hearing the calling
or is it just the whistling
of the interminable falling


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Friday, August 22, 2014

2.1207 : 8/22/08 : This Is Progress

This is progress
jumping the inevitable gun
Still so long over after
the setting sun
better would be better
ten long years
come on Diana
go get her
so artificial
feels like trivia
the spaces within
vast unbelievable
an increment better
the width of a hair
at least setting me free
to just sit and stare

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Thursday, August 21, 2014

2.1206 : 8/21/08 : In A Row

7, 8, 9
bloody minded
last ditch
pitches in a row
Far as my eye sees
bitches with a hoe
a rake
a scythe
a stake
that looks quite
ready for my heart
You tell me
is it merely form
or is it art?

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

2.1205 : 8/20/08 : Whose Fool

Whose fool am I anyway
Searching aimless
daydreaming my life away
I can’t even give my
secret project a name
and I’m caught up bad
in the game
I need to space out
unplug
and dive in
obedient to the voice within
far too much cognitive pollution
there is no goal
there is no solution
there is no God
that could be confined within one church
there is no knocking me
off this new perch
no name, fuck it
I am golden
quantum free agent
and
to none beholden


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2.1204 : 8/19/08 : Nope

Nope
not it
same
same
I don’t give a shit
pointless
vain
solipsistic
write on
a fucking
mirror
with lipstick

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Monday, August 18, 2014

2.1203 : 8/18/08 : The Data Point

3,394 : 39 ?



I got no intention of tuning in
turning on dropping out
wherever you may go
you know the rest
it won’t tell you a thing
of what it’s all about
running my mouth
in all the time out of joint
trying to wrap my head
around the data point
Ignore the obvious stuff
put off another day
Yeah here we go again
talking philosophy, hurray
racing the devil
the time out of joint
trying to get a piece of
the data point

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