myopic optimist?

it was your kiss
it was your lips on my skin
so real, i could swear it was your voice
you whispered softly to me so perfectly so very clear

i know you didn't know it
i know i'm such a fool
you weren't even there
but i was with you

visions of you dancin through me
round, round, round

visions of you
do you see what i do?

i'm dreamin of wishes
i'm wishin on dreams
living with visions of you

triumph

Here is one Triumph song: What do you think?

Triumph - Fight The Good Fight

The days grow shorter and the nights are getting long
Feels like we're running out of time
Every day it seems much harder tellin' right from wrong
You got to read between the lines

Don't get discouraged, don't be afraid, we can
Make it through another day
Make it worth the price we pay

The Good Book says it's better to give than to receive
I do my best to do my part
Nothin' in my pockets I got nothin' up my sleeve
I keep my magic in my heart

Keep up your spirit, keep up your faith, baby
I am counting on you
You know what you've got to do

Fight the good fight every moment
Every minute every day
Fight the good fight every moment
It's your only way

All your life you've been waiting for your chance
Where you'll fit into the plan
But you're the master of your own destiny
So give and take the best that you can

You think a little more money will buy your soul some
rest
You'd better think of something else instead
You're so afraid of being honest with yourself
You'd better take a look inside your head

Nothing is easy, nothing good is free
But I can tell you where to start
Take a look inside your heart
There's an answer in your heart

Fight the good fight every moment
Every minute every day
Fight the good fight every moment
Make it worth the price we pay

Every moment of your lifetime
Every minute every day
Fight the good fight every moment
Make it worth the price we pay

thanks tom!

(happy)Exp2

One day, you came to me
Freed me from misery
I touched the music in you
You started to feel so happy
Makes me jump up and down
You know my heart gets a beat
Each time that we meet
I am so happy I met you

Happy
I am feeling so happy
I'm gonna go happy
You make me so happy
Can't you see I'm happy now

One day, you said to me
Happy is where I wanna be
One plus one makes it two
That equals me and you
Each time we make love
Until the day I met you
All of my dreams came true
I am so happy I met you

Happy
I'm feeling so happy
I'm gonna go happy
I'm gonna be happy
Can't you see I'm happy now

I know I want to be happy one day with you
Now I want to be happy with you my baby
My baby, my baby...

Happy
I'm gonna be happy
I'm gonna be happy
Can't you see I'm happy now
sponge bob square head

i don't understand it either. i just do

Yeah, I want to travel south this year
Won't prevent safe passage here

Why you act crazy
Not an act maybe
So close a lady
Shifty eyes shady

Yeah, hey yeah
tears that soak
A callous heart

Why you act frightened
I am enlightened
Your weakness builds me
So someday you'll see

I stay away

Why you act crazy
Not an act maybe
So close a lady
Shifty eyes shady

I stay away

alice in chains

loving: a masterpiece in progress

for abaddon

have you ever wondered how loving someone can actually cause other people pain? even if loving that someone else just actually means loving yourself more than the other person. come to think of it, loving yourself more or too much for that matter just simply means that, well, you're too engrossed with yourself. common enough and to state it frankly, quite a worthwhile endeavor but only up to a point. so when and where is too much marked in self-love calibration?

loving someone causes pain. to others. yes, maybe your/our life is a little bit more complicated than other peoples', yet, does that actually mean that you/we have all the right to trample on others feelings just because they ain't yours/ours? of course not, but hey once in a while we have to admit we do drag some unsuspecting victim into our entangled lives and when those people realize that they have been ensnared it's too late. for both of you/ both of us. one is asking for pardon and the other is asking for redemption.

it's much too common for people who walk side by side and who talk to each other everyday to think that they are invulnerable from each others' destructive forces however mild those forces seem to be. from personal experiences, I can say that this is a fatal flaw in our nature as children of the storm... to think not of the reeds swaying in their midsection. we are weak my brothers and sisters and we all fall down. eventually. and we fall hard. unexpextedly. lonely. empty. hearts aching. not been prepared for the gentle breeze nor the lonely soft whispers in our empty fields.

most times, we hope against all hope that dying passion can somehow be enticed and if need be coerced into renewed blaze. haha. if that has been accepted as probable however impossible, well, hope's are again set upon a last great flicker of light in the twilight of one’s romance - on something so momentous that perhaps it will stop the end of its own end, likened maybe to the last breath of a star; a super nova. let's not tell tall tales to ourselves to convince our hearts that a big shebang is to be romanticized and immortalized as a feat worthy of being in the category of those that are meronyms of the word hope. the starburst that people see in the, erh... farewell sex might just be a result the fantastic pressure endured while one's neck is bent betwixt a three tiered pillow support and the shaggy carpet covered floor. it's just another cosmic joke, just sky rockets in flight spurting inside whichever orifice the rockets were launched. kaboom. and yet again from my point i wander. okay, pain, in this kind of parting it can be really, really painful. physically, mentally, emotionally, especially if only one of the cojoined erstwhile couple saw the starburst and only one of the two was able make the rocket take flight. one gets whacked in the heart by the stealing of that hopeful delusion and the other gets whacked in the face. see. painful! blech.

1) contruction delayed indefinitely. or this might be it. incoherent. walang saysay. bitin.

2)and yes that, i have to confess, was just a deceptive title. to lure. to entice.
WHACK!

3)knowing but unsuspecting. i am abaddon.

4)for the three quarts of juice in my three month long parting of ways with the first cat sent into space. together with the cat then was my very well space-traveled mouse.

5)this is just a work of fiction. really. this is not my own confession after all, just the typewriter's

6)owed confession: I got lost thread of what I was writing. A lot of times. Trains of thought oh well.