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About Me


Knowledge Speaks, But Wisdom Listens
Oh, every thought that's strung a knot in my mind, I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung. But it's not to stand naked under unknowin' eyes, It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung. But the time ain't tall, Yet on time you depend and no word is possessed By no special friend. And though the line is cut, It ain't quite the end, I'll just bid farewell till we meet again.Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time To disgrace, distract, and bother me. And the dirt of gossip blows into my face, And the dust of rumors covers me. But if the arrow is straight And the point is slick, It can pierce through dust no matter how thick. So I'll make my stand And remain as I am And bid farewell and not give a damn.
blues aint nothing but a good man feelin bad...
"I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' round I'm just a wandrin' worker, I roam from town to town. The police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain't got no home in this world anymore." -Ramblin Jack Elliot
..lets see a little detail about me i play Guitar and Harmonica. also im into reading and writing most beat poetry and philosophy styled books but ill give most anything a chance atleast once just message me if you care to know more...
Which Trainspotting Character Are You?
Which Bob Dylan song are you?

Tangled Up In Blue


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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Bob Dylan, Keith Richards, or anyone who is real and can speak their mind.

My Blog

Oh Sadness.

Oh Sadness, Oh Despairwhere have you gone?have you gone to play ball in the park?or perhaps have you gone on vacation for awhile?when will you return to me sweet melancholy?somehow i miss your gentle ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 19:52:00 GMT

night

And i sit in the subtle night listening to the sounds of life i wonder what dreams are being had i wonder which of them will come true oh forsaken night night what wilt thy have of me what is to ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 09:00:00 GMT

Alone..

A lonly star..Grey clouds..Half a moon..Half a heartIs all that im left withThis sorrow-filled nightI find myself dancing with miseryI find myself connected to that starIt is aloneAs i amUnlovedUnwant...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 07:25:00 GMT

Confinds

Overwhelming emotions echoing through the confinds a tornado surrounded everything i touch became tainted slowly breaking down entrapped by my own vagueness lost within the mist of ages eternity knock...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 01:49:00 GMT

my friend...

When the sun is shining bright i look to the side and see my only friend standing right there beside me depending on the time sometimes hes large sometimes hes small sometimes he isnt there at all.. b...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 01:44:00 GMT

Generation of the Doomed

Their's a hard wind a-blowin' In this modern day and age A heavy cloud above us As envy begins to rain Masses move towards the trend And part away as quickly as it began Everyone turned to zombies by ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 01:50:00 GMT

Destroyed

i witnessed my best friends driven to madnessby their egotistical maniac othersdestroying them with great intensitystories of lies, betrayal, heartache and distrustdecadent deceptivemanipulationfilled...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 23:50:00 GMT

Out Here....

out here on the streetin the obscurity of the nightmy sense of self is slight nothing seems in sight out here in the wildernessso dark and all aloneas i begin to wanderi find no road that leads to hom...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 23:50:00 GMT

rainy day poetics .2

on the night of the hards rain fallbolts of lightning illuminate the skylet the beautiful tune of thunder be our musicthe winds a-breezin gentlyas the streets flood with the essence of lifeand people ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 07:38:00 GMT

R.i.p. Jim Morrison

R.i.p. Jim Morrison: December 8th 1943 - July 3rd 1971. Let the Ceromony of The Lizard King begin.
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jul 2004 13:10:00 GMT