Daily Archives: January 21, 2024

PAUL MCCARTNEY AND BRIAN WILSON

I asked God and He spoke |

how should you ever:

“Psychosis is a natural response to being unable to solve problems, Casey.”

“How d’ya mean?”

“In childhood we are more creative, that part of our brain that dreams at night has more access to our daytime thinking and we can dream up the most wonderful fantasies, live them in a sort of way. It’s what small children do all the time.”

“Go on.”

“But for the most part we fail to continue using our imaginations, or rather, it gets ‘educated’ out of us. The brain connections between the subconscious and the conscious minds weaken, like when anything is unused.

God only knows what I’d be without you
If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me — how God knows
I am without you.

:: 01.21.2024 ::


NINO ROTA – romeo and juliet


In F major’s gentle embrace, a tale unfolds, Beethoven’s gift, a story with grace, it molds. Strings whisper softly, in tender embrace, A symphony of feelings, in a timeless space.

Notes pirouette like a dance on air, Love’s whispers woven with utmost care. Fingers calloused, worn, caress the keys, Revealing a world where heartache flees.

Majestic phrases, a plea sincere, A canvas painted with melodies dear. Orchestral whispers beneath the moon’s soft light, Beethoven’s Romance, a celestial flight.

In F major key, passion takes flight, A serenade of joy, an ode to the night. Eternal echoes in each heartfelt note, Beethoven’s Romance, a melody afloat.

Let this humble boy’s pen convey, The beauty of Beethoven’s masterpiece today. With a heart sincere, and dreams so vast, A song unfolds, from a pen so steadfast.


BROKEN SHARDS OF LOVE

I look at the sun — in my dreams
i am a TRAVELING gentleman
into the deep sees

: \ ;/

If by some some years you heard
it was clear ooh — ooooh

Oooh — baby bebe bebe ooooh!

I saw your love (heart) i'[m crying

as i am substrate –= love and feeling

oooooh – love | A rose of love and red
leaves no trace — i will return : \
i touch KASMIRE | OH father,
dead. like our wife / my mother \ how
i learned your mistakes _.

\In the realm of the mind’s turmoil, the dance with mental illness,
the eccentricity that whispers of madness, may appear as a spectacle
when observed from afar, yet the mirth fades when experienced within.

Picture your most haunting nightmare, let it linger in your thoughts.
Now, envision a scenario where awakening is elusive, for you are already
ensconced in the wakefulness of the perpetual dream. Those fantastical notions
that weave coherence in the realm of slumber start to intertwine with waking reality.

I sense your curiosity, the yearning to decipher if my journey mirrors such a narrative.
However, my revelation shall remain veiled for now; forgive my reticence, as our acquaintance is but in its nascent stage.

Should apprehension whisper in the recesses of your mind, casting shadows
upon your countenance, there’s a subtle unease that graces your features.

Ah, I comprehend. You ponder whether my quest to “awaken” might incite a descent into madness,
a trepidation that precedes the revelation of truth. Well, let me assure you, for some,
that is the path untrodden, but not for those who find solace in my company. The journey to “awakening” need not be accompanied by the tumult of psychosis. Yet, I am transparent with you – the aftermath of a “nervous breakdown” renders the mind fragile, a state undesirable, I assure you. The labyrinth of thoughts can lead one astray, inflicting years of tumult from which recovery proves elusive. It can sever ties with those cherished, those held dear. I implore you to steer clear of such perils, especially you, with your endearing nature. I find you delightful, and in our journey together, certain guidelines must be etched, for I must discern when your presence graces our shared realm…

:: 01.21.2024 ::


HOPE AWAKEN ME TO BEING

A fleeting wisp, enthralling, near,
Resurrect my essence, make it clear.
In shadows deep, a yearning strife,
Bring me to life, awaken life.

Amidst the dusk, where whispers play,
Kindle the embers, guide my way.
Veiled in mysteries, let me thrive,
Bring me to life, let passions revive.

Within the echoes of silent dreams,
Where twilight weaves its mystic streams,
Let the essence of existence derive,
Bring me to life, where souls survive.

In realms we glimpse.
What? – Infinity.
It’s the sun, unbound,
To dance with the sea.

Spirit vigilant
Let murmurs disclose
The vacant eve’s plight
And day’s extravagance.

Yo, cool Pan’s kid! Check out your head,
decked with flowers and laurel vibes, it’s on a vibe,
those eyes of yours keep moving restlessly, like precious orbs.

Your cheeks got some earthy specks, looking kinda hollow.
Fangs shining bright, your chest rocking like a sweet melody,
tinkling sounds cruising through your pale arms.
And your heart? It’s doing its thing in that belly where both sides chill.

Take a stroll in the night, easy on that thigh action,
the second one, and that left leg – keep it smooth.

:: 01.21.2024 ::