(wake up)

it isn't drama

it's truth

it's awareness

it's giving a fuck about something other than the playoffs...or finals for that matter.

a lack of emotion is more dramatic in its denial than this honesty

we should be outraged.

Slug in Progress

Said a slug atop a tree trunk

As the light went away

Regard not weather, or if the sun has sunk

Be slow and steady in work or play

Slide with all the slime in you

Give food to the ant who lies broke with a fly

Find reason to clear trail ahead of your glue

And sing a slug song to all winged passerby

Even if a hungry bird will try

To catch more than a song that day

And reckoning war is just how one slithers by

And instinct it must obey

A bird may discover as she will eat

To fill her craving will never quite defeat

That loneliness that drives every hunger

We may slowly decay our own hearts asunder

As one slug we could snail alone in a shell

Create our own slithery reality of hell

Or wriggle on, for day is dawn!

In dryness or rain we defy any pain

Gradually a slug's life will slip on

Leaving slime on each trail he did gain.

What It Is

Have you forgotten what you came here to do
And what you have been connected to
If you've transformed life into a chore
And abandoned what's worth working for
Do you remember what it's like to have more?
Dreams, oh yeah, you kind of see, now
It's not about when or where, it's about how
Your thoughts may be dimensionally restricted
But at least you can measure pleasure before you're addicted
You insist on continuing to take it easy
But life is a challenging symmetry of queasy
And dreams, oh yeah, it's a bit clearer still
If you can't handle nightmares then take the blue pill, but
If you know what you must do and are positioning to dive
You're already awake and truly alive
For those of you afraid or not very assured
Step out of your own way, be not obscured
There is a task I'm singling out, but
I have no idea, only You can carry it out

thinking of you

tomorrow i'll look back on myself as a fool
i always knew the truth, but as you move along
i need to sit and remember for a minute
why i throw away reason when love may be found
and love is reasonably fleeting
why do i suffer in a muddy crossroads
a closed-eye fantasy of your face
while i've lost you to another sidewalk
an open-eyed wish to be there with you
a stupid wish, i always knew the truth
tomorrow i'll look back on myself as a fool
but i need to sit here and remember for a minute.

An Excerpt from "FUCK U EUGEN" from the Journal of Jessica Weiss, from the weekend of Aug 9th, 2013

After waiting all weekend to get you alone I couldn't say those three words. Not if there was never anything in return. Love is what we make it and I'm over the realm of fabrication. Our pathways are not the same because our roads may overlap, we must both choose the same direction, and I simply cannot follow you if you don't bring me along. Idealizing what we could be and where we could take each other has only left me heartbroken once again for what seems like a foolish dream of unconditional emotional surrender.

 

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September 8, 2012

Help me navigate my mind, up, below and through
Take me on a journey 'cause I wanna go with you
We can remember all the truth reality clouds up
We can draw, write, socialize, or play with a pup

I may want to avoid and steer away from a darker spot
Take me everywhere 'cause i want everything you've got
Let me feel a little bit of every thing you've felt
I want to stretch my thoughts until they all begin to melt

I cannot disregard the mistakes I have made
Wish I could inhale until they all decided to fade
I want to erase memories but need to set it right
I cannot avoid her, must face the monster in the night

My face is lost I'll pick one up tomorrow
They've all been taken so I'll have to examine and borrow
Patterns, shapes and thoughts cascading, they all seem to rhyme
Nothing but the present is relevant at this time

I know what you're thinking, you'll always return
To that place where you want to forget how to learn
But there, and you know well, it will eat you alive
Literally, before help for yourself can arrive

So if I had a desire to take all of this on for a while
Would you go with me and show me in style?
And when i decide to get back on track
Please return with me never go back.
You know you want to say yes, so just do
The only one steering your spaceship is you
Know that there's more than just one way to be
So give up the bullshit and find peace with me.