This post should have been the first. But nyeah, before the idea of the blog came about "Promises Happen" was already scrawled on paper.
This Blog Just Happened.
It did.
It all began with a discussion, and a subsequent joke I take full credit for and have doubtless murdered, and nailed the coffin of.
1. Shite Happens.
2. Shite Can be ANYTHING. Anything can be termed Shite. Whether great, pleasant, good, horrid, all of it can be brushed aside by terming it Shite.
3. If anything has the potential to be labelled shite. Then, anything can come before Happens. Absolutely Anything! Work it out in your head....no really, take a moment. Put anything before "Happens".
4. If anything and everything CAN theoretically happen, then the only thing we know for certain is that anything can prefix Happens.
5. Every millisecond we live, every breath has something happen in it. Therefore, life and it's journey is compromised just as validly of prefixes as anything Else.
This Blog, just happened. The PREFIX-"This Blog". Happened". And the "Just"-just to spice things up.
Prefixes, do happen. They must. I live therefore I prefix-easily. Or easier than most....
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Promises Happen
Promise to most mortal men only what you must
With some consolation in all of us becoming dust
On a day "they" allege is certain; death and taxes
Not Unlike a tribe waiting in ambush; machetes and axes.
Drawn out lines on faces and crimsoned ground(s)
Leaving no one escape, excepting Karma on her round(s)
Inhumanely Immortal are words; clause backed and binding
Against an onslaught, ambush, ..... clamour; perfected timing
Karma-the General, Time her steed, Humanity-the Army; advances
DeadMan's stare, up to a thousand yards; alone he stances.
Against a backdrop of historic embers; homes and bridges
Burned Bright. Encased in self created night, lonely and frigid.
Promises made are never a light burden; dispensed or received
They grow to a significance beyond what neither perceived.
A Prominence raised on a pedestal propped up by logical disparity
With the percussion of repercussion on stretched bits of sentimentality.
Words uttered come with prominence to tease the human soul
They are; unlike souls-humanly visible and strong within their hold
A lingering essence long after ear drums gyrate; and minds resonate
Product of semantics, will power, linguistics and creative fate.
Pacts dissipated erect around the images of our being a prison
Incarcerates the navigator of our action. Defracts like a prism
The frame our neatly referenced life, reduces every available instant
To Futility all Instants not used for pact fulfilling or (in?) expectant.
Words strung together transcend the trivial and self obsessed
Make such parceled words only where completion is intended.
And in asking, "if i leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?"
Knowing, I will remember, miss, treasure and continue to need a "We".
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-To everyone that made this last year of college more than bearable. To everyone that has a "We" with me, thanks. And especially to every individual that's going to make leaving in a month, far harder than expected. I wouldn't take a millisecond from that "We" back.
With some consolation in all of us becoming dust
On a day "they" allege is certain; death and taxes
Not Unlike a tribe waiting in ambush; machetes and axes.
Drawn out lines on faces and crimsoned ground(s)
Leaving no one escape, excepting Karma on her round(s)
Inhumanely Immortal are words; clause backed and binding
Against an onslaught, ambush, ..... clamour; perfected timing
Karma-the General, Time her steed, Humanity-the Army; advances
DeadMan's stare, up to a thousand yards; alone he stances.
Against a backdrop of historic embers; homes and bridges
Burned Bright. Encased in self created night, lonely and frigid.
Promises made are never a light burden; dispensed or received
They grow to a significance beyond what neither perceived.
A Prominence raised on a pedestal propped up by logical disparity
With the percussion of repercussion on stretched bits of sentimentality.
Words uttered come with prominence to tease the human soul
They are; unlike souls-humanly visible and strong within their hold
A lingering essence long after ear drums gyrate; and minds resonate
Product of semantics, will power, linguistics and creative fate.
Pacts dissipated erect around the images of our being a prison
Incarcerates the navigator of our action. Defracts like a prism
The frame our neatly referenced life, reduces every available instant
To Futility all Instants not used for pact fulfilling or (in?) expectant.
Words strung together transcend the trivial and self obsessed
Make such parceled words only where completion is intended.
And in asking, "if i leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?"
Knowing, I will remember, miss, treasure and continue to need a "We".
----------------------------------------------------
-To everyone that made this last year of college more than bearable. To everyone that has a "We" with me, thanks. And especially to every individual that's going to make leaving in a month, far harder than expected. I wouldn't take a millisecond from that "We" back.
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