Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
What the fuck
where is the promise
of immortality, invincibility
that subtle seduction creeping through our membranes
one line at a time.
In this place we were invincible nothing could touch us
We created a sacred space, drew the corners and declared war
On our perceptions, ideals, classification
of life.
Time breaks like a wave against the barrier
diminishing our defenses
making our choices mean more
threatening to envelope us in its eternal sense of isolation and ceaselessness.
Two this fucking year
two people whom i had loved and called brother have died
testing that promise.
isolated even though they were surrounded by so many.
Choosing all the dark places that men like to hide
for comfort, a sense of community
chasing a myth, a happenstance
of specters that never were
and times that never happened.
our collective unconscience streaming the next blockbuster to all of us
Fuck the 70's with its promise of the evolution of the soul and a peek at the next phase
us indigo children proginy of a burned out race of yuppies.
If man be a collection of ideas and not a body then why did god give us such a capacity to feel. and through that feeling find a sense of excapism.
Until what is left is this:
Cold and alone he shot the angel
its chemicle structure bonding to his soul. whispering that promise. That comfort is a word gone mad. Ingesting his intentions
Both were so brilliant
so full of promise and life.
Others surrounding them
shining a light on an aspect and not the whole
hopeing to get a glimpse of what it meant to be alive
to radiate potential.
Year by year, stripping them of their natural resources.
until only a hollow shell remained.
of half formed memories and promises of invincibility....
Im so fucking sorry Ryan and David that i couldnt share with you the hope that mania and depression hides. Of hidden things and lifes mysterious only found in our reality. I have traveled with and at times enabled you both to live the life style you did. My guilt will know eternity. When you died a part of me went with you taking just that much more of the shine away; My glorification of the past with you. We were invinvible use three on a road to oblivion and nothing touched us, not even life.
where is the promise
of immortality, invincibility
that subtle seduction creeping through our membranes
one line at a time.
In this place we were invincible nothing could touch us
We created a sacred space, drew the corners and declared war
On our perceptions, ideals, classification
of life.
Time breaks like a wave against the barrier
diminishing our defenses
making our choices mean more
threatening to envelope us in its eternal sense of isolation and ceaselessness.
Two this fucking year
two people whom i had loved and called brother have died
testing that promise.
isolated even though they were surrounded by so many.
Choosing all the dark places that men like to hide
for comfort, a sense of community
chasing a myth, a happenstance
of specters that never were
and times that never happened.
our collective unconscience streaming the next blockbuster to all of us
Fuck the 70's with its promise of the evolution of the soul and a peek at the next phase
us indigo children proginy of a burned out race of yuppies.
If man be a collection of ideas and not a body then why did god give us such a capacity to feel. and through that feeling find a sense of excapism.
Until what is left is this:
Cold and alone he shot the angel
its chemicle structure bonding to his soul. whispering that promise. That comfort is a word gone mad. Ingesting his intentions
Both were so brilliant
so full of promise and life.
Others surrounding them
shining a light on an aspect and not the whole
hopeing to get a glimpse of what it meant to be alive
to radiate potential.
Year by year, stripping them of their natural resources.
until only a hollow shell remained.
of half formed memories and promises of invincibility....
Im so fucking sorry Ryan and David that i couldnt share with you the hope that mania and depression hides. Of hidden things and lifes mysterious only found in our reality. I have traveled with and at times enabled you both to live the life style you did. My guilt will know eternity. When you died a part of me went with you taking just that much more of the shine away; My glorification of the past with you. We were invinvible use three on a road to oblivion and nothing touched us, not even life.
