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| So we listened to the album "sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club" by the Beatles for christian worldview. It took half the class time and was for no other purpose than to realize the style of art in a postmodern society. Every song had no real purpose, but people read into them so much...blah blah blah... anyways, so i was inspired to write myself a poem in my next class (personality). Which was another inspiration because it was all about Freud. So here it is... A Little Case of Hysteria You are requested to close the eyes The birds fly as atomic bombs fall Everybody dreams The steersman fires a historic pistol The dream unravels Black smog over lucid sky The cure is hidden from searching eyes The flames if insanity tease my inner fate Fantasy versus fact The clouds subside You are requested to open the eyes | | |
| so... life seems to be passing right by. i haven't written in like years, but i'm writing today. This summer has been crazy. Full of spontaneous roadtrips, pilot lessons, parties, two hour phone calls, and even a week in mexico with old friends. I've really missed these friends, but i know that as soon as i move back down, i'll lose contact with every one of them. Sad, but that's how it rolls. Anyways, i was just on here to confirm a friend and decided to post an entry for old times sake. so... that's all. | | |
| I am in constant wonder of my purpose here at Vanguard. I don't want to waste my time.
And my money. I know God has a plan for me, but I just wish He'd let me in it once in a while.
Life isn't always what it seems and sometimes it is much simpler than before.
Perhaps Vanguard is just the intersection of where I turn off my usual go with the flow road to the road less traveled by. If you are reading this and don't understand what I'm saying... don't feel bad because I'm not writing this for you.
Have a great Day. | | |
| A forgotten thought
A whisper in the wind
I relentlessly cry out your name
But am silenced by the void you push
An empty promise
And a vanished dream | | |
| Darkness in the Winter
Cold in the Grave
Who do I run to
Empty and forgotten
I waited for you
And you didn't come
I called your name
And you didn't look
Am I no longer yours
Am I no longer felt
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
I deserve better than this | | |
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