Climactic Creatures

She wakes up
Oh this night
Well it's been so rough
On her
All a blur
But thats what happens when you grow up drunk
And she doesn't know where this road leads
As long as its not back down on those dirt-stained knees
Time and time again, as the new moon rises
Letting go of fear
A night for survival
Aspirations appear with new arrival
Oh this life she lives, it's becoming so viral

And he falls asleep
Ringing bitter dreams
Why can't this become, authenticity
No one knows, and it won't
That's the way the world goes
Growing up with such hope
But being left in the cold
Staggering and shivering
No face can he bear
A man with the plan
The mask that he wears
Trying to envision
A life without prison
Of thought
Of Wonder
Of Wisdom

We are whole, but only with the right pieces
Climactic creatures, it's the rage of the season




-DD

Shake the Dust

  All their trigger fingers were pointed my way. Maybe it was from my absence of sincerity and overall interest, but I don't feel the need to waste pleasantries on pompous pricks and people full of misguided principles. I don't need a specific person telling me how I should feel in any given situation. My old friend Henry David told me rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth, and I try to breath these words with every last breathe I take.
  I'll be meandering through the jungle, seeking out a soul that wants to live just like me. With truth, with sincere love, and with a mindset that what we do here truly echoes in eternity. Maybe I am too much of a wishful thinker, maybe I need a reality check, but as far as my eyes can see, the things I wish for aren't too much to fathom.
  I realize a changing of the guard is upon us, and things aren't how they used to be, with true friends seeking your attention, not everyone with a computer screen and a keyboard. I am challenging myself to not give in to our innate desire for constant approval, unless that approval is coming from me.
 These next few months are bringing me to the cusp of some radical decisions. I don't have it all figured out, but for as long as I live, I promise I will never stop seeking the truth. In the meantime, I'll be filling my time with a few things; writing a novel, writing a screenplay, meeting new people, reconnecting with old friends lost in time, opening my chest and marveling at all that is inside.

That which we are, we are, one equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. -Tennyson

-DD

There is plenty to be done.

Sitting indian style on my living room floor, wondering what my heart will lead me to next. For some reason, the wondering isn't giving me the rush I need. I like the view from where I'm at right now. I like the security, the sound of being able to get up and do this everyday. If it were storybook scripted, it wouldn't grab my attention as much as it has. So for now, I am happily content with sitting indian style on my living room floor, waiting for you to see what I see. Maybe not in the same light, but most definitely with the same heart.

The things that poets write about, the thing that singers sing about, the thing that babies cry for, the thing that jesus died for.

-DD

I might always be a vanilla type of guy

The cab ride with Jenny was especially mundane this morning after the exacerbating events that took place last night. Finding out something I always thought was true wasn't quite as satisfying as I dreamt. But, it is so, and as I stare quietly at the back of our drivers head, waiting to place my feet upon the curb at terminal G, I can't help but notice a face in my mind. A neurotic cynic tailored in 3000 dollar suits, but empty inside, with dark rimmed glasses and a sly smile. He's a journeyman, going from place to place, trying to find his niche, looking for someone that looks at the stars and skies and everything in between like he does. This was not the place for me. Jenny had the big-eyes, most likely to make up for her lack of heart, and once I stepped onto the concrete I realized my heart was still with you. The simple times spinning out of control, leaving our mark on everything like we said we would, those were in the foreground as I said goodbye to the city that made me a mad man.