No One At The Bridge

Crying back to consciousness,
the coldness grips my skin.
The sky is pitching violently,
Drawn by shrieking winds.

Remembering when first I held
the wheel in my own hands,
I took the helm so eagerly
and sailed for distant lands.

But now the sea's too heavy.
And I just don't understand,
why must my crew desert me when I need a guiding hand?

Call out for direction
and there's no one there to steer.
Shout out for salvation
but there's no one there to hear.

I'm alone on my journey
and the focus is quite clear.
To survive the storm before me
and seek the light of the pier.

There's no one at the bridge
and now I confront my biggest fear.
I scream out desperation
but no one cares to hear.

A Farewell To Kings

I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

We can walk our road together
If our goals are all the same.
We can run alone and free
If we pursue a different aim.

Moving Symmetry

Can existence be non-linear? It's just a thought. I have one more class tonight and then I've finished my first quarter of grad school at DePaul. I'm exhausted.

I never realized the lengths I'd have to go
to reach the darkest corners of the sense I didn't know.
Just for a moment I heard somebody call.
Look beyond the day at hand, there's nothing there at all.

Angular Motion

Pioneer To The Falls

I find myself taking walks at night anywhere between 2 to 4 a.m. Chicago is such a different city at that time of night.

I was walking down Pulaski the other night and a guy started talking to me, and I couldn't understand what he was saying. I finally understood he was telling me he had some "grass" and wanted to know if I wanted any. This man got quite upset when I said no, and I continued my walk. This guy followed me for almost two blocks afterwards until he finally got bored following me I guess.

I've been wondering lately if Ian Curtis exists in some plane somewhere? If Ian Curtis does exist somewhere what's he doing?

I think I'm starting to become more reclusive. I don't know if I fear it or embrace it. I haven't called friends back lately and I don't want to. I find interaction more and more of a burden lately. There aresome people though that I still enjoy interactiong with. I always get more reclusive in winter, and every year I tell myself I won't.

I've started writing a book. I don't know if anyone will ever read it, but I'm still writing it. The protaganist's name is Daniel Dust.

Meat

William S. Burroughs said, "Paranoids have all the answers."

I've been thinking about that quote a lately the past couple of days. I find the madness of it intriguing. Who knows maybe the crazy codger was right.

I've had some weird bouts of synchronicity or at least perceived synchronicity lately. It just makes the world seem like a smaller place.

Two weeks before my band plays at the Kinetic Playground for the Pixies aftershow, and I can't stop talking about it.

My perceived radicalism at DePaul I believe is helping me make more friends than enemies. I had my first real outing with people from the DePaul School of Public Service last night and it was a blast. Some really fun chaps. It was nice to go out and do something after class than just go back home like school is a job.

The Facts

Halloween has come to conclusion. Hello to the early november.

In a city of over three million people I feel alone.

I have black sharpie all over my arms and upper body, what a waste.

While I gain more vindication for what I want to achieve I lose focus.

I was Leonard Shelby for Halloween, and nobody knew who he was. I was quite surprised actually, and disappointed.

At DePaul I'm beginning to be perceived as an outspoken radical. Only time will tell how this will play out, but I won't compromise who I am for image.

The band is going good, and less than three weeks before we play the Pixies aftershow at the Kinetic Playground. If I didn't have music I don't know what I'd do.