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    Thursday, March 15th, 2007
    12:40 am
    August Blizzards
    ...I wrote this last year and thought it applied well now, too...


    Spring is here,
    thank the Gods...
    I figured it'd come,
    but what were the odds?

    A cold winter often
    makes me yearn warmth
    but with 70's in January,
    what I yearn is the norm.

    If it snows now in April
    I wouldn't be shocked
    as all of our weather's been
    off-it's-path-knocked.

    I promised myself 'fore the
    last Pres election,
    I'd move north to Canada if we
    re-elected that erection;

    Yet here I remain,
    but I may be the next to go --
    for if it snows in AUGUST,
    I'm moving to Mexico.

    Current Mood: optimistic
    Current Music: Disco
    Sunday, February 11th, 2007
    1:43 am
    Not quite sure what this means.
    Somehow I just needed
    I dont know quiet why
    I need to write something
    outside of my style

    it's gotta be shit that no
    one cares a bout
    mostly crap that would make sure your
    children come out

    it comes out so naturally
    I can't really stop
    there's no way to change how I
    vent from the top

    there's not much to say bout the
    way that I fall
    just that language is one of those
    things which takes balls

    who really gives such a
    crap bout what's said;
    as long as it's said by the
    ones who have led

    now the thought of who led us is
    boggled inside
    to the point where I must take a
    pill to provide

    what i otherwise would have just
    bought in a bag
    but now i will need to have
    grown with my hag

    nothing to do with the
    journey to be
    and nothing to feel for the
    journey we see

    but how to ignore that we
    see our own sights
    within limitations of
    just days and nights?

    No one can bother to
    say what we should
    so who gives shit for the
    things that we could

    forget tomorrow what
    you need today
    who gives a shit how they
    might have been swayed

    ignore that comment i'm
    sure that you'll find
    nothing to use in your
    reasoning kind

    take this to heart if I
    get to the center
    you know to otherwise
    take it to mentors.

    Current Mood: Off the cuff
    Current Music: Random
    Monday, January 22nd, 2007
    4:36 pm
    Strung up Songs
    If I'm leaving on a jet plane,
    do I believe I can fly?
    How many times have I tried to turn this world around,
    but men weren't meant to ride with clouds between their knees.

    In the streets, the pavement shines like silver;
    but when i walk, but my feet are ten feet off of Beale.

    Maybe it was memphis,
    Maybe someday we'll meet again
    Someday, the world will be brighter
    To open up my eager eyes --
    but won't you please come get your baby? Maybe?

    I'll be your baby tonight,
    but what are you doing new year's eve?
    I don't wanna be all by myself
    when it's five o'clock somewhere.
    I love this bar,
    and it's me they've been comin' to see,
    but now I come to you with open arms.

    So we wrapped our arms around each other
    and I'd walk five hundred miles,
    but all I've got is an angry inch.

    pictures through a window
    may show the corners of my mind,
    but I think I've got to find
    my corner of the sky

    Current Mood: bouncy
    Current Music: Simon & Garfunkel
    Monday, January 8th, 2007
    7:30 pm
    Waiting for a train in a small town in France
    Okay, so about a year and a half ago, my sister and I travelled Europe for about a month, unleashing the Weaver way on countless unsuspecting Europeans.

    While there, we saw the Monet gardens, from which he painted many of his floral landscapes and japanese bridges. Beautiful.

    Afterward, we were forced to wait about 2 hours or so for a train heading back to Paris. We took a bus to the train, to show how far out these gardens are.

    I vowed to my sister that I would write a song by this title, so, without further adue, I give you the brand new lyrics (19 months later) to "Waiting for a Train in a Small Town in France."

    verse 1
    Waiting for a train
    Kind of wish there was rain
    To complete the aroma
    And send me to coma

    Had a nice day
    In the garden played
    Just some quiet time
    In my sister chimes

    let's a cup of tea
    have one, it's on me
    way to pass the hour
    thinking 'bout the flowers

    colors so alive
    in Monet's private lives

    genius he created
    gratitude belated
    place us in the mindset
    space before some hindsight

    waiting here in France
    for the train to take it's stance

    verse 2

    Kind of cold outside
    Wouldn't mind a ride
    Cabs don't seem to care
    Too large of a fare

    Hate to have to wait
    Café hangs like bait

    Make the best of tea
    At least it's you n' me
    Minutes roll along
    I'll soon make this a song

    Let us shop around
    Something to be found
    Rather, let's stay here
    Recall Monet's years

    genius he created
    gratitude belated
    place us in the mindset
    space before some hindsight

    waiting here in France
    for the train to take it's stance

    bridge

    people bustle 'bout
    children scream n' shout
    running forth and back,
    peering down the track

    wanting to return
    Paris waits to burn
    Images in mind
    Gothically defined

    Monet saw in earth
    What Paris shows in girth
    Taken from the ground
    Erected and now bound

    Temples to keep safe
    Folk's own hope and faith
    Just as gardens hold
    Rains and soil's soul

    Verse 3

    Waiting for the train
    Wouldn't mind some rain
    To complete the feeling
    Of afternoon time sealing

    Have a lovely night
    Paris soon in sight
    Just some quiet time
    Before the bells should chime

    Let's a glass of wine
    Grapes of land divine
    way to pass the hours
    Viewing modern flowers

    A city so alive
    in Paris's private lives

    genius now created
    gratitude now slated
    pacing in the mindset
    show the world some hindsight

    standing here in France
    and the train has taken stance

    Current Mood: inspired
    Current Music: Joni Mitchell
    Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
    10:02 pm
    karma Haiku
    Simplicity comes
    easy, when you have nothing
    left you need to say.

    Current Mood: Longing
    Current Music: David Bowie
    Monday, August 7th, 2006
    5:14 pm
    WARNING: For those of you who partake or plan to;
    If Kristopher were a drink they would be:

    2 parts candor</br>1 parts fatal</br>2 parts radiant</br>

    Get Your RECIPE Here!



    Current Mood: have to pee
    Current Music: Different Drum
    Saturday, August 5th, 2006
    3:31 am
    I say
    Here are some of the things I've actually said {outloud} within the recent week.

    "Ma'am, I'm sorry; I'm going to have to ask you to put your shoes back on."

    "You can't take that outside. (Why?) Because it's illegal. (What?) You can't take that outside."

    "Well, call me when that pain clears up."

    "Hey - that guy who bit me hasn't been here in awhile."

    "Have to go pee-pees? Huh? Come on, go pee-pees. Good boy."

    "It's a lovely day for a stroll on the surface of the SUN."

    "Does anyone know if guests are allowed to change a diaper in the lobby? (Uhh - normally, no. But right now, it's okay.) Copy that."

    "I drove your car home cause she was a little drunk and wasn't feeling well and I brought the karaoke equipment here to be picked up. When she comes out of the bathroom, tell her whatever makes the most sense. See you later."

    "No, the eyeballs are all fake. Except for the ones right over there."

    "I tried that woodpecker."

    "Way I figure it, Hitler really just wanted to control the entertainment industry."

    "The last time I was here I don't remember leaving."

    "Will. Will's a good name. (for a cat)"

    "That might go through your floor if it falls over. (yes, and take whatever appendage in between them along with it.)"

    "Ooh - nice shot. Did you get any others? (Oh, yeah a few --)
    Aww, I'm sorry - I'm going to have to ask you to delete those."

    And, finally -

    "The first time I wore this shirt, I was just being real gay. The second time I wore it here, I was being Jesus; and now, the third time I'm wearing it, I'm Superman. You figure it out."

    Ta-ta, foolks!

    Current Mood: effected
    Current Music: Ella Fitzgerald
    Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
    9:57 pm
    Beginning
    I've waited so long to begin this - and yet I have plenty to talk about ...

    I think I'll open the shenanigans with a favourite quote of mine. I believe you all could easily feel where it's coming from. If you can guess the originator, I owe you five dollars.


    "I have learned that no matter how successful or proficient or accomplished I might think I am, I am always going to make mistakes.
    I will always have to face some difficulties. I am always going to have to deal with the possibility of failure, and I will always be able to utilize these things in my work.
    So I am no longer afraid of becoming lost; because the journey back always reveals to me something new about my life and my own humanity."

    Current Mood: ready
    Current Music: Big River
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