Prismism

A Far Cry

One day I feel I'm on top of the world,
And the next day it's falling in on me.
One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel,
And the next it's rolling over and I can't see.
But I feel I can get back on.

It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit.
It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it.

How many times do we wonder if it's even worth it?
There's got to be some other way,
To get through the day.

How many times do we swallow our ambition?
Long to give up the same old way,
And start over on the road as a traveling stray.

In the sweetest child there's a vicious streak.
In the strongest man there's a child so weak.
In the whole wide world there's no magical place.
So you might as well rise up and put on your bravest face.

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In the annuals of history it will be seen that we are living in the new Wild West. The Wild West of the 21st Century exists on computers and the pioneering is in technology.

Right now there are more bandits than sheriffs, but when the time comes when there are more technological sheriffs than bandits we will lose a little more freedom.

Just look at China. Enjoy the internet while you can, and sometimes bandits aren't always bad.

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.