Sunday. July 12, 2009

A Date In Space

Let's make a date to go to the moon;
we can have dinner with moon mice
and tea with space men thought lost.

We'll use the stars as stepping stones
as our dancing feet move
from one planet to another.

When we get to saturn
I'll take one of it's rings
and put it around your finger.

By the time we reach Neptune
we'll yawn together and
go back on top of the moon.

Looking out at our world we'll lay as I say
"it's a full earth out tonight"
"So it is" you'll smile and whisper.

We will sleep and dream of more exciting things
but nothing can be more extraordinary than you,
not even in dreams.

Sometimes

It's just wiser to hold back.

Wrote a song tonight, heres a draft:

I woke up this morning with a shuken head
my eyes were still heavy with the dream of my death.
I was laying there, in the finest suit i'd ever worn
people around me shedding tears of depression
deep down inside I could feel my restless soul
rise up above me and see the saddened people
and just like once upon a time you stood out among the crowd.
We grew older and far a part from one another
but through your salty tears I could see your aching heart
Oh, where your wrinkles came from, i will never know
and where your brown hair once swayed, now lays the grey

But to me-ee you look quite the same
to the dead man here you'll always be his fondest memory,

And to me-ee you look just the same
from the last time we parted and I would go insane

There no worse thing out there than a finding love
and to never know the pleasure of our intertwining hands
locking and feeling our hearts beat together
or your soft skin sooth away all my woes

and to me-ee you look quite the same,
though i've change, I can assure you darling you never fled my mind.

And to me-ee you look just the same,
your mournin' black dress makes my depression disappear.

Holding you close would of melted away my body
leaving my love exposed to everyone
hoping you take my love and always hold it close
maybe that's what i should have done from the get go.

But here I lie dead, with a restless soul
hoping your love will join me soon.

Early/Mid-90's car. Sunny. Warm. Driving. Nothing to look at outside.

1. yeah, but if life were simple then you'd probably be able to openly admit that you love me and deep down inside you know you won't need any one else. But you could say that that's the whole appeal to life, you get to figure shit out for yourself - you know?

2. You love me?

1. Well, Yeah. . . I knew the whole time. I saw you walking across from me once and life clicked from that point on, even the fucked up parts. Now that I say it out loud, I kinda feel like Lao Tzu.

2. Wno?

1. Lao Tzu. The guy behind Taoism. There's this old story about Lao Tzu, the founder guy, his wife dies, right? Well around his time in china it's purely a confucian society - so it's nothing but rules and regulation and rituals and what's "proper". Anyway, his wife's dead and the Confucian way of paying respects is to wait three days and then dress in all black and trek your posses' asses to visit the poor guy. So Lao Tzu lives on top of a hill or mountain - like every other ancient chinese guy right? haha. Like I was saying, so the a bunch of high up confucian guys get together and make the hike up to Lao Tzu's house. When they get there they're amazed to see Lao Tzu butt naked, dancing and singing around a fire - like some crazy guy. The confucian guys ask what the fuck is up with him, he looks like an insensitive son of a bitch right? Lao Tzu replies by saying "You should have visited me when my wife died in my arms as i tried to nurse her back to health. When I was too sad to move or eat or drink anything. When I was covered in salty tears and the solid earth beneath me turned into mud, where I slept and mourned for three days. Now, after these sad days have realized that this is the way of the Tao and I should be happy that she has moved on, forever flowing with the Tao." I guess what I'm leading to is the feeling of the fucked up, there truly is none. It all feels right. It feels like it's all supposed to happen. Thats why before we find love we have things that piss us off but post-love that shit doesn't matter, it all feels like puzzle pieces dropping into their place, perfectly - without effort. Love is like the Tao in its greatness and ineffability, but most of all in it's feeling.

2. And what does that feel like?

1. You know.