So...

I've yet again been left with nothing to do today. I'm usually pretty uninventive but yesterday I bought a new toy; an effects pedal. I decided to mess around with it for most of the day and I ended up with this little jam. My boredom persisted and eventually I decided to record this thing, although only did it in one take because I was being pretty lazy, so expect some imperfections. I'll probably re-record this later, but for now I might as well leave you with this. 

Enjoy.

Or not - Whichever.

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Destined and dazed, 

Mingling with the carnivores, spinning webs and flat-lining roses.

Kicking the world back, stopping every pendulum, 

Reasoning wrought with fear and laced with liquor, the violence never ceases to interfere.

The bruise provides a window into the mind,

The soul escapes and the frame falls into a bed of water,

The rope was tied around her legs,

Below the river she'll forever hang.

I'll never stop drowning now.

If only I found something better to do today...

I've been listening to this Iron & Wine song called Sunset Soon Forgotten. It's one of those songs I feel I can listen to on repeat endlessly - and still manage to get captured in the blissfulness surrounding my ears.

I enjoy this song so much that I decided to create my own rendition of it. And below you have the result - One idiot with a guitar ruining the music he loves. 

This is a side of me that I've never really shown anyone. Feel privileged to be amongst the first.

Let me give you the introduction you never had.

Seeing as I haven't yet posted anything which isn't poetry related I thought I'd say a few words. First off though let me clear the air, yes these are original writings. No I did not get them from anywhere. Clear? Brilliant :).

These words are as much a part of me as the organs functioning in and around my body. I hope they can live and breathe for you like they do for me, however doubtful that may be.

In other news I recently (as in 30 minutes ago) discovered some new tracks from the upcoming Mars Volta album - Octahedron. It's gotten me pretty excited, obscure artwork aside. So far I think that the track "With Twilight As My Guide" is possibly the most beautiful song Omar and Cedric have ever been responsible for writing. Based on the sound of that track alone I can see the monumental amount of potential the album has, although for some reason I feel a little hesitant about it. We'll have to wait and see I suppose. Although I think I can safely say that it is the ideal sequel to The Bedlam In Goliath - Juxtaposing the "loud loud loud" structure of the album with something more fragile, possibly (probably) interspersed with moments of frantic chaos. I must say though I am impressed with the frequent nods to 'Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus' off of 'Frances the Mute' in the new track 'Desperate Graves'. I'm looking forward to the next album, the band has ceased to disappoint me thus far with their body of work. Even more-so than the new album I'm looking forward to being in the presence of the very geniuses themselves this year July. 

Equally as exciting is Reading '09. Yes, this Summer has the scent of awesomeness the likes of which I've yet to experience. Now all I need to do is lose some weight =o.

It's been a good day, a boring day, but still good. Boring is just about the best offer I'll get right now I think. 

BRING ON THE SUMMER.

Keep Living In Heartache, My Prodigal Son.

I held my hands out into the rain, I plucked those steel strings black.

Heart strung and out cold.

I saw a father in me,

He tells me the words of a man who has nothing to give;

"Home is a reminder of the ocean you'll never know,

but keep your lungs dry because you've still got a world to go."

He left just the same as he arrived,

Through the passing of silver and glass,

His wisdom forgotten, replaced with apathy.

I'll idly stand by and watch my life repeat itself,

Strumming the notes that remind me of someone else.

Serpents and Ladders.

I am my father's Sun.

Casting rays of light into his otherwise tenebrous mindset.

Crucify me something special.

Drown my sin, save my people.

A gust of wind can spread the seas,

But it will never solve your affliction.

And everyone will look to you when the end is nigh,

and you in turn will crack the sky.

I'm rubbish with titles.

Incompetence suddenly hits me.

Floating away due to the invisibility of my ego.

Time is no longer an issue.

As my feet lift off of the unstable ground I ponder over the things that could have been.

I realise how foolish I once was and will be.

I reiterate the fact that the only thing that will ever change is myself.

My hands graze the braille-like skin on my face,

and I am able to feel every weakness, every imperfection,

I do not shun it, I embrace it.

As imperfection seems to be the only remaining quality of my humanity.

My mind dwells on that for a while.

Curious, these thoughts seem logical for once.

The truth is, I'm still frightened.

I should really be revising.

Fragments of who I could be and everything I am not are seething through the moist skin on my brain.

I am everything and I am nothing. 

I am not God. I am delusional.

I am not suffering from delusions of grandeur, merely, realisations of emptiness.

I feel so exposed underneath the light fixture.

Somehow I feel more familiar in the darkness.

My head is in the clouds, although these days there's no more room for it down on earth.

A tin can full of contents with no device to open it.

This is who I am.

This is who I am not.