my thoughts are bleeding

waving in and out
fighting the urge to scream
resisting the temptation to sleep

stuck in a paradox
of perpetual sameness
my thoughts were bleeding out of me

my heart is left
inside this green bottle
I dream of travel
going full throttle
to a destination
and place in time
where I can rest
where I can fly

heading word of mouth
I listen softly
a refugee of myself
lying honestly
don't believe the words I think
connections to nothing
you'll find me someday
when I join the living

waving in and out

fighting the urge to laugh

resisting the temptation to wake

stuck in a paradox

of perpetual changes

my thoughts are bleeding out of me

reality is relative

reach inside my heart

pull out the charred remains

this old wick has burned out

survived all his growing pains

this life

the one you're accustomed to

so intricate and fragile

is nothing more than a lie

a patsy

distracting you

so inside you'll die

another lifeless drone

another ant in the colony

grow up 

to add to the work force

and support this fake economy

its your duty

but you know this of course

it doesn't have to be this way

you don't have to conform

you don't have to fall for their lies

you create your own norm

feel what you want to feel

see what you want to see

know in your heart

that you are totally free

let go

suspend disbelief

let your mind run free

let your soul soar away

be where you would like to be

be there every day

fight club, and modest mouse

I am the warm little center

of this calm little world

fight through the crowd

go till I hurl

fuck off with your sofa unit

your string green stripe pattern

I say never be complete

the chips all fall and clatter

is this crazy?

people do it every day

they talk to themselves

they don't have the courage to say 

fuck damnation 

fuck redemption

we are gods unwanted children

please tell me again

first you have to give up

first you have to know

not fear that some day you will die

someday you will go

We were waiting
For something new
Although we knew
It's just not true

We live our lives
Talking of places
We hide our cries
But keep our faces

There's the boat
And we have our tickets
We want to go
But we've already missed it

Content with our place
We do not leave
But I know it's not
the life I want to lead.

more or less

I can not sleep

but I cant be awake

it feels too unreal

feel the earth under me quake

shivering planet

throughout half its design

longing for a second sun 

to warm the other side

my mind wanders

not letting itself rest

one second of sleep

one second less

my face is numb 

from what sleep I did get

maybe I'm dreaming

my worst dream yet

I can't focus

wandering quandaries

think so wildly

of our worlds complexities

one more second

one second less

the sun will rise soon

traveling east to west

new and old, its all relative

I love both of my skateboards, but each for a different reason. the one on the left (Rascal) is good for going down hills and carving. the bigger wheels make it so that i can go onto rougher terrain. the one on the right (Creation) is good for tricks, I've had this board for much longer, and if the pavement were adequate here in Ireland I would use it more.

ride though the dark and travel lightly

the bubbles
they circle
around my head
and in my life
coming and going
without any strife

some stay
for quite some time
some go
right as they come
when the soap is all gone
ill be left with none

people say
thats the way it is
we live
we die
but i believe
its all a lie

to die
first you must live
to live
first you must feel the sting
its only after you've lost everything
your'e free to do anything