1993
Days are born- then they die
Reasons are unknown for many like themselves
Listen to the waves crash on shore.
Time is like an element- unknown to all but one
Who- you might ask?
I might answer, I don't know.
Who's with me?
Who will join me in the desert trip?
Back in the days when we were friends
We ran with the pack
Now ostracizing is in order
What is order?
Go with power and learn from me.
Borders observations:
Man & woman talking at a table
Man (good looking, glasses) comes up and has an intellectual conversation about sensitivity and weakness
"Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme" playing in the background.
Martin and Debbie joking around behind the counter
Darren obsessively cleaning the food container.
Two mothers with two boys
Boys hyper, moving around, lying on the floor
Mothers trying to talk and watch kids
"Simple Gifts" playing in the background.
Same woman and man talking
New man reading a magazine, wearing a driving cap
New Age music playing
Darren reading a juice label very carefully
He just finished up sweeping 3 crumbs off the floor (very carefully, of course).
Man and woman still talking
New, cute, young guy reading- wearing sandals, leather bag next to him
Guy with driving cap still reading
Cute, young guy with glasses looking at art books
New Age music
Darren aggressively washing tables.
Cute guy in the art section now sitting with an older man
Quiet businessman reading and drinking coffee
Guy with leather bag still reading
Woman from "Cafe Au Lait"- sharp looking, yuppyish, quick motions (in a rush, but not), talking to Darren about business (competitive)
Two men very involved talking
Woman- checking everything out
New Age music.
More Borders observations:
Rich- tired
Classical music
Large man with headphones, whistling- says he can't make up his mind
Rich looks bored and amused
Darren cleans coffee stuff.
More Borders observations:
Four women walk in at the back, scared to go in, whisper to each other, one bravely walks in and announces the food options to the others still in the back, then she walks back and they all leave
Rich looks confused
New Age music.
Join the group
Skip the rope
Sweet dreams leave
Learn to cope.
I owe you
You owe me
Now we're even
Listen to me.
Lift the car
Climb inside
It's not yours
Gotta hide.
Your time has come
For you to die
There is no smile
As you wave goodbye.
You must open your eyes and see
Not everything around you is what it seems.
If everything around seems good,
The Evil is plotting I can guarantee.
You might not live to see the sunrise.
A night of clouds
A night of earth
A night of birth
A night of death
A night of crazy muddled thoughts from my head
A night of lust in a hotel bed
A night to ponder over when nothing seems right
A tale to dream
Words to remember
Let me bid you good night.
Look into the misty night.
Who will run into the dazzling darkness?
It will get you- soon
Sorrow brings closeness for you and me
Waiting among the trees I shall be
Waiting to see your new soul
Resting here as the birds circle overhead-
Suggesting the obvious.
So you wanted to room with me?
What is your reasoning?
Is it my company that you want?
Why mine?
Do you know me by name?
Or just my face or body?
Today is Friday.
By who's authority do you act?
I got you.
Surrounded by incense
The woman sat in a tiny room
With her notebook
She began to write
Of her dreams
In tall big buildings
The lovers sat
Talking about the day
Which was exciting
For the young boy
Who had a birthday party
At Pizza Hut
The waiters and waitresses were fun
And one in particular
With his big blue eyes
He saw her
Standing alone
She thought to herself
I hope he's my waiter
For tonight
Will be happy times sitting and talking
Surrounded by incense...
Picture us making the world
Light shining light shining down
Colourful madness waiting to be activated
High risers sprouting up over the horizon
Purple love juice creating sight
Dead poets and musicians unite
Now it is time
Poppy field after poppy field
Majestic orders and gold lace capes
Open the sanctuary
Let the light show begin.
Here we are
Joint ideals follow
Mellow we get
Roll on the tide
Watch it peak
Watch it flow
Dance the jig
Caress the night
It is time.
Low spirals twisting in the sky
Rows and rows of colourful trees
Clear pools of water with waterfalls
Full of interesting people
All with some specific purpose
You and me
The world is complete.
The end.
Stop! This is the beginning.
Enter from above
We are here to resurrect your life
Join me.
Welcome to the beach
Where everything is just like everything else
What a tourist trap
Nothing out of the ordinary
Where's the need for something different?
Come on!
Where's the urge to be daring?
I've tried but-
No one sees what I see
And I can't see what they see.
Dancing and thrashing
They'll be here long before we're gone
Sunning themselves on the marble bed
Raging within against the slow heat
Of an invaded town
The kingdom is ours.
Do you have straight jackets?
Yes- for the guests we do.
After seven long years...
I'm still here
You're still here
And we're still around.
Alone, to think, to be
To be alone
Quiet solitude
Your own company
Abundance of silence
Here for yourself
Solitary oneness.
Beads of perspiration
Forming on my face and neck
Dripping down my stomach and back
Hot nights
Constricting creativity
Taking away from activity
The heat refusing to take even one little break
How long will this torture last?
How much more energy will be lost?
I'm alive but I'm dying.
Bumming around
Sitting in the park
Upset
Can't see
Everything blurry
Upset
Can't leave
Can't write
Can't do much of anything
Upset
People
Crying
Pin: F-52
Gunshot
Blood
Death
Gone
Upset
Swollen eyes
Upset
Blurry
Holding on
Blocking out
Sleeping
Bumming
No concentration
Impossible living
Upset
People watching
Pill taking
Upset
Can't get out
Can't block out
Mind crushing
Wailing
Moving
Crashing
Dying
Upset
Suicide
Suicide
Be gone
Strung out
Burned out
Yelling
Upset.
A tunnel of energy waiting to be entered.
Existing from your mind only
Escape from the lethargic doldrums.
Rich fulfillment of time
Outlasting the greatest of kings
Your life is enriched
Showing potential for all you desire
Go on- forever
Nothing outlasts the energizer.
Dance called circles
Free, fluid movements
With nothing but gravity to stop you
Perfect motions
Exact timing
Moving together as one
Pas de Deux- two dancers moving as one body.
Deadly serpents await you
In the dark open hole
Slithering, hissing,
Waiting for your arrival.
From earth to sky
We take off and fly
No thought of fear
Till tomorrow is here
Shining among the clouds
We don't say a word
No sound is heard
Oh endless sky
Please tell me why
Depression comes so soon.
Floating above
Thinking of love
Feeling so free
Sad we can't be
Like this all the time.
Wasteful times in the world we know
Surviving day to day
With our culture
Neverending rules and regulations-
That make no sense
People mold themselves-
Strip away their individuality
Sheep following their shepherd
Why don't we strip away society-
And see what we find.
Letting loose your individuality
Seeing how people react
Whistfully wishing
For others to break free-
Of the mold we live in.
One fine November day in 708, I observe the comings and goings of all the different people. It's a typical day, with the door partially open so anyone can come in:
A beautiful blonde boy comes in. He sits down and pretends he knows how to play guitar.
A girl is drawing with pastels.
The blonde is lying on the green-sheeted bed.
An ashtray being knocked over.
The green tapestry draped as if it is holding in the light from the lightbulb in the ceiling.
A short, brown-haired girl crying about a recent breakup with Ryan. She smokes her cigarette in tears. "I don't understand. What did I do wrong?"
She leaves. A dark male comes in drunk. Loud yelling, drowning out the Nine Inch Nails playing.
Another ashtray being knocked over by the drunk man.
A nosey man looking at all the items on my desk- criticising everything I own.
He leaves. The phone rings.
"Yes he is, hold on a minute."
"Pete, Jen's on the phone!"
The tape is flipped over. A knock on the door.
"Come in."
A tall guy with glasses- complaining about a lack of cigarettes.
The blonde boy leaves.
The drunk man knocks over the guitar as he stumbles out.
Ryan enters- complaining about the short, brown-haired girl.
"She won't leave me alone. Jess, what should I do?"
"I don't know, Ry."
A poster of Robert Smith staring at us. The ashtray being cleaned up by the girl with the pastels.
The drunk man comes back in. Dancing on the chair to the Pixies.
Neighbours bang on the wall. Everybody shuts up for a half a minute.
The guy with the glasses goes upstairs.
Ryan falls asleep on my bed.
Drunk man leaves once again.
The other roommate comes in- flops on the bed. "Everybody, I'm going to bed- I have studio tomorrow."
Ryan doesn't move.
Pete goes home.
Music goes off.
Yet the door remains ajar.
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