Lost in flashes and haze, we bent to the wind proper, and may still need a bough or two to catch today's insanity. If the rock n' roll show goes on, all I hope is that I get a little closer to the action, to the tune, the scene. A goddess constructed from lost opportunities sets up small disasters, yet the powerful promise is what makes the dream whole.
Eyes of jewel within beauteous head,
laying with her thought instead
was less than nothing,
greater than now.
When she is seen again, she'll know
the direction my brain did go,
and what's to be said
when I'm with her instead,
and I cry out Athena.
Whoops.
On Xmas of 1992 my brother gave me this journal made of recycled paper with a twig pencil. I eventually filled it up sporadically up to 1995. I dug it out, dusted it off, and started looking through it today, May 6th, 2013. I've decided to reproduce the posts online. It's raw and sure to be embarrassing, but I feel enough time has passed that I can distance myself, yet find a very familiar me within these lines and perhaps find the inspiration to take up the pen again..... Thanks, big Bro.
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