the only mistake
is when you are not true
Filed under: philosophy
May 19, 2008 • 11:03 pm 0
m u s i c
dance dance dance
all i wanna do is dance
forget about
the second chances
the romances
of fearful advances
i want to dance it off
so i forget
why i like music
m u s i c
letters
no word at my tongue
beat
not a message
sounds
not a song
happy letting loose
at this moment
just for fun
Filed under: poetry
May 10, 2008 • 12:22 am 0
other ways
there are other ways of doing it.
just because you never thought about it,
doesn’t mean it wasn’t always there
Filed under: philosophy
• 12:20 am 0
the only problem
the only problem
is the mistake of
presentation
with
truth
Filed under: 1
May 9, 2008 • 11:45 pm 1
it’s my skill to be who i was
it’s not what it seemed.
what is it then?
is it what is seen?
with my eyes,
is it what it feels?
or heals
my senses to the point
where it’s real?
or is it just a meal,
that tastes a piece of my mind
and swallows the waste
of my teeth chewing
the crunchiest conversation
in a self full esteem?
why is this happening?
i don’t know this,
i haven’t heard this
why is my mind right here
in this situation,
hearing revealing secrets?
i don’t know this person
why are we sharing?
who said it’s okay
to be hearing
this voice
at this moment of caring?
i’m not here,
i was there
that’s who i was
that’s who was left
to be reflected
as myself
as my wealth
of stealth
in my image of health
it’s my skill
to be who i was,
when i knew
what i thought i knew
i just listen to what
the sounds tell me to do.
Filed under: poetry
May 6, 2008 • 10:50 pm 1
but they didn’t have the internet
don’t compare the art of the past with the art of the future -
it’s not the same
don’t compare the possibilities in the past,
the time it took in the past,
the difficulty in the past,
the expensive costs in the past,
the waste in the past…
none of it is the same
don’t give me the past
give me now.
give me the internet;
give me youth;
give me the future in my hands,
with the alphabet on my fingers
ready to make the language of
click, go.
yes, i’m there
no i don’t know you but i care.
they didn’t have the internet,
so don’t give me examples of higher thought
in the past -
it’s not the same.
the medium is now.
now is design.
now is digital.
now is on my lap,
top of my lungs.
my life is passing me by
faster than my thoughts.
they didn’t have the internet,
but i do.
Filed under: creativity, design, philosophy, poetry
