I don't wanna live here no more
I don't wanna stay
Ain't gonna spend the rest of my life
Quietly fading away
Games people play, you take it or leave it
Things that they say, just don't make it right
If I'm tellin' you the truth right now, do you believe it
Games people play in the middle of the night...
APP
So fucking sick and tired of the games. Just leave me the fuck alone! All ya'll
It used to be so easy to be your lover.
We wandered through the days like they had no end
But now that you are gone, I'm undercover
I just can't think about you as a friend.
Take it easy on me
It should be easy to see
I'm getting lost in the crowd
Nearly crying out loud
Just want you to know
I know that you have to go
It's all up to you
But whatever you do
Take it easy on me
-LRB-
I knew that you had to go
but the thing that you didn't know
It's not so easy you see
repeatedly loosing someone special to me
Never asked for the slightest thing
but...look past the surface and see who's within
to much for you to be
I can't be less than the guy...that is me
-Gern-
A guy in crummy old Newport News.
Met a girl who was smart and funny...but was soon off on a cruise.
In two short weeks and four dates she had softened his heart.
She wouldn't believe he could feel this way at the start.
Then she distanced herself from this Newport News dude.
To avoid becoming attached...the chance to brood...
To not have to miss him or wonder what he was about.
Where he might be or with whom he might go out.
He felt she was lucky, was sure as can be
that this tactic could never work for me.
He missed her already...she's not even gone.
Must hide what he felt...endeavor to move on.
Yet he held to a twinkle of hope and cheer.
In three months time this woman so fair.
Might return and give thought to the guy she left here.
And lower her guard without the slightest of care.
one behind, I'm always one behind.
Can't move around, why can't I find?
the will, desire , drive or guts
to live forward and give her my love.
so long now I've thought of the cruelty I find...
So many of us are always one behind.
I'm as bad as the rest. Maybe even worse.
no fun anymore ...fighting this curse..
one behind...I'm one behind
she was so sweet, so loving, so kind
yet I could not find...
the strength to come out from that place or that time
to live forward, to move away from the one left behind.
The pattern so clear
even to a fool like me
now she's the one behind...how can I be free?
How do you move along leaving the rest behind?
Is love a real word? Does it even mean anything?
Should it be stricken from my vocabulary.
So never again
Will I hurt those so dear
So true so beautiful and find
God forgive me...he does
and I just don't get why.
I close my eyes
only for a moment
and the moment's gone
all my dreams
pass before my eyes a curiosity
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
And all your money
won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
dust in the wind
everything is dust in the wind
Rulers make bad lovers
You better put your kingdom up for sale
Did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love
Is it over now--do you know how
Pick up the pieces and go home.
We are dust and to dust we will return.
So what? Why are the moments of joy so few and far between?
And who would want another minute of this worthless life?
it is very over now, who wants the pieces or the home?
So it's time to move on. Time to take stock
time to leave it all behind...no one will even know
We all know that freedom isn't free. But how long must we go on killing each other? The vast majority of the conflicts that result in loss of life stem from a religious authority. Or at least from claims of religious ties. How can we in good conscious decide to kill someone? I think we all as individuals need to stand up and say, "no more!" We don't need to do the evil deeds of the greedy. How does one unite humanity in a mission, not of peace but just of a lack of murder and hate.
I'm probably a simpleton, couldn't we all just choose to get along? The individuals are too removed from the responsibility of what goes on in these wars. If our leaders can't exhibit a conscious perhaps we all as individuals need to. Wouldn't that bring about the most amazing rapid halt to it all?
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
- Pink Floyd -
Can you see the true wretch that is me?
Have you known the way that things can't be?
Do you laugh in the face of pure misery?
What's the name that old movie? The one you won't ever see.
Will you struggle but never be free? Sit in front of that same TV?
From this place we both must flee. A better option there has to be.
How I wish you were here.
- Gern -
knees in the breeze...the the best bike weather all week. I think the bike is happy. As hard as this year has been I just can't be sad when I'm on the bike. It's like being in another world or maybe being another person. Not sure.
Edification - Because Harleys are V-twins and the "V" is arranged longitudinally on the bike, the front cylinder gets all or the vast majority of the cooling air. So you can always tell a Harley rider who is experienced or who at least loves his bike by the angle of his knees in the breeze. Forming a human air duct to cool that rear cylinder.
I love my Harley...my knees are always about 30 degrees off straight forward.
men, boys and toys
What I really lack is to be clear in my mind what I am to do, not what I am to know, except insofar as a kind of understanding must precede every action. The thing is to understand myself, to see what God truly wishes me to do; the thing is to find a truth for me, to find the idea I can live and die for, What would be the use of discovering so-called objective truth, of mastering all the systems of philosophy and being able if required, to discuss them all and reveal the inconsistencies within each; what good would it do me to be able to develop a theory of the state and synthesize all details into one whole, and so create a world I did not live in, but only held up for others to see; what good would it do me to be able to explain the meaning of Christianity if it had no deeper significance for my life; what good would it do me if truth herself stood before me, cold and naked, not caring whether I recognized her or not, and producing in me a shudder of terror rather than a trusting devotion? Indeed I do not deny that I yet acknowledge an imperative of understanding and that with it one can control men, but it must be taken up into my life, and that is what I now recognize as the most important thing.
- Soren Kierkegaard -
I do not presume to taint this with my substandard thought. Existentialism.....
- Gern -
Must all good things come to an end? Must we be constantly reminded of how fragile and fleeting life is? Does anyone out there get to relax into the knowing that tomorrow that "good thing" will still be there?
I guess the answer is no...I lost a thing this weekend. I've known of the upcoming loss for some time but I didn't realize it would effect me so. I've taken this thing for granted. Assumed it would always be there and not availed myself of it nearly as often as I could have...maybe should have. I seem to be loosing so many things lately. I have this desperate nervousness that seems to linger about me. It's so very uncomfortable. I try to just be ok...how do you do that?
Everything seems to be falling away, work, school, personal stuff. I need to succeed on one or more of these. I need to win. Need something good to happen. I want that second chance. I won't screw it up this time. I won't....
What do you do when love comes along
And offers your heart a chance to move on
With no guarantees, no safety net
You trust what you feel, you take that first step
Just close your eyes
Reach for the moment
Before it slips by
Here is your second chance
Take it and fly
The weight of the world, the need to survive
Has made you believe, that you've got no right
Then out of the blue, you meet someone
Who offers a place, warm as the sun
Just close your eyes
Reach for the moment
Before it slips by
Here is your second chance
Take it and fly
- Trisha Yearwood -
Never believed in the second chance
too hard to conceive...too hard that dance
The pain and the heartache are washing away
to begin anew and abandon the fray
It's too tempting too sweet
that nectar, that love
too hard to compete
cannot give up
Will hurt come again
if patterns hold true
it's more likely than not
what should one do
Risk it again
with great risk there be
the great reward
perhaps this time for me
- Gern -
I think about things that won't ever be
and can't see the forest because of the tree
what if I can't be happy without
these things that will never...ever work out.
Choices made and history is written
decisions that divide and dissect my world
no one will care...or even listen
The path that I take is narrow...one way
you can't double back or from the path stray
almost to the curve beyond which you can't see
that left behind...that lost to me
I can't call for help...can't undo the done
along this path I go...a path made for one.
If it ends will it widen?
At the end might I find,
the Love that's escaped me, my valentine.
Great Aunt Irene took her leave of this life Monday 1/25/2010 at approx 12:30 in the afternoon. Safe journey, move boldly into what is next.
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah
Choke me in the shallow waters
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
- Edie Brickell -
I'm not aware of valuable things
I know what I know and have what that brings
Philosophy is to question the why of it all
Religion is the package of how - and it's small
Wrapping it up with a nice little bow
Here's what to think, here's what you know
I couldn't care about all these odd things
Can't give advise, can't save my own skin
Philosophy forges a new path or fresh road
When the old way we've used doesn't lead to truth
Religion has a plot and a plan the way mapped out
Sometimes we can't go there...not by that route
Do you know what I mean? d-do ya?
Am what I am and truth is for me - are you what you want or...what?
- Gern -
