Uh huh....it never ends.

Thursday, January 24, 2008
Fickle me this Fickle me that
Fickle me this Fickle me that change is where my heart is at.I know not what I want, I know not what to doAll I know is that I must know truthTo live is to laughTo laugh is to loveIts as simple as ice creamIts as pure as a doveSillyness willyness, for a moment or twoMy life comes in shades, of purple and blue

Life
Have you ever spent an entire night regretting the stupidity of the words that came out of your mouth earlier that day? Life is so hard to express! We have dreams and hopes and God forbid FEELINGS. And they all get tangled up and confused, never making it from your heart to your mouth in any manner that is at all impressive. Its hard to make yourself look cool, and attractive, and intelligent...when in reality you are an awkward, self-concious crazy person who is just trying to fit in. Bah! Life right? I guess we just got to live it.

Step out of reality, Step into my head
Attention...Attention...This is not a drill!I took a walk to the edge of realityI took a drop from the sky to the seaI felt your voice push me out into fallacyI hit the dirt hard but now I'm free...I broke my name when I jumped out of my headI broke my back when I climbed out of bedI tried to land on the words that were not saidDespite your efforts I am not quite deadAnd I won't surrender till you believe meI won't stop living till my life endsAnd I won't abandon ship till you need meI see the world through my broken lens--Castle Woods

Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Simplistic...rather cheesy...meh
I found some old pictures of me and you
And all the old memories came back like new
The laughs, the tears, the love, the pain,
Oh what I would give just to live it again
Cuz you and me were one of a kind
You and me were two of one mind
It never occured to my ragged old heart
How much it would hurt now that we are apart


Sunday, January 13, 2008
Sunflower
A sunflower, in an open field, so pretty in the twilight
For what can be more beautiful in such a field?
With its rotted reeds, and broken blades
Driven home into the ground without mercy or remorse.
But the sunflower...so pretty in the twilight.
Everything always is, just before it fades into the dark earth
From whence it came.

Thursday, January 03, 2008
Treasure
We are all pieces of a grander peace.Traces of gold covered in rocky fleshTo look at, we are not muchSelfish and dull, rusted over with generations of war and hatredBut beneath all that, below broken surfaceThere is treasure like none other.That is the treasure I hunt for.That is the light, I see beneath the eyes of so manyI will live for that light...I will die for that light. For what are we, if not treasure hunters in the dark of our dark world?And where will we find peace? If not within the pieces of our own souls?-Castle Woods

Sunday, December 30, 2007
A Travelers story
There are days I can't remember where I come from...days when everything is lost to the voyage. On those days I envy those around me, those I pass. I envy their ground, their earth, that seems to hold them fast and keep them steady. I'm a walker, ground holds no value for me other than the path I lay on it. Home...home is something I try not to think about, it gets a little easier everyday, but it always gets harder at night. When its just me and my bag and the stars. Stars that whisper...reminding me of dogs barking...children laughing...the smell of home meals breaking over a cool summer nights breeze. Of nights by the river, sometimes with friends, sometimes with a special friend. Of smiles...and tears...damn those stars. They've been their all my life...at least I know that they will never abandon me. Other than them...I've got my bag, my gun, and my feet. My walkers feet. And I don't reckon thats going to change...unless I find what I've been looking for all this time, which is gonna be difficult...considering I don't have the slightest idea as to what that is. Guess I'll just have to keep on walking...and keep on looking to the stars for guidance, laughter, and tears.

Thursday, December 20, 2007
Short N Sweet
A long lost beach, just you and me, think of the possibilities.The sun it sets, and once its gone, your eyes are light enough for me
-Castle Woods

Saturday, December 01, 2007
Walls
Mankind is addicted to walls.
We need walls to protect us...
But more importantly we need walls to protect.
For a wall is meaningless without the value it gives us. It represents a purpose...an ideal...a home. All which men are willing to give their lives for. We put up walls because without them, our lives are pointless. Our walls become our lives...and our lives become our walls. Yet...sometimes I feel the need to tear down a wall or two...just to see what might happen. I suppose the wall would still be there...for a wall destroyed is different from a wall that never existed at all. Even in death they have their meanings. What a strange conclusion...the lives of men consist of walls...