Just another brick in this goddamn wall.

When the night falls from the sky and crashes among us all. The world will wonder why the stars continue to fall. Not shooting across to a distant horizon. Not disappearing into the sun. But straight down into our eyes within. Our lives will come undone. Confusion and mayhem soon erupts. We'll run and scramble, each our own. Disrupt this steady stream of comfort. Blown away by the collapse and fall.

Our mortgage, our car, our materialism will seem very far when it all goes to pieces. We'll view the world differently. So put your faith in what matters most. For the most important things in life aren't things. Love with your whole being. Love with your whole heart. Love will free you and set you apart.

Fighting hard for legal tender your life spins as if in a blender. You forget and work and work and tire. You've put your entire life up for hire. And what for? To sit and stare at pictures in a box, to lose yourself in a world you absorb to forget. To sit and dream of things you don't have yet.

Free yourself! No one else will. Don't package your dreams and set them on a sill.

Look Closer.

I view the world in rows and rows of frames. Each crack shows a tiny scene coiled in on itself. Strung together like beads on a necklace they create a wondrous view. Overall the picture is perfect. From a ways off everything is grand. But step closer and open your eyes. You see the individual brush strokes, jagged and unmatched. You see the individual tears, trying to be cloaked. You see the wealth of happiness, crushed and broken.

The lack of altruism feeds our hurried footsteps. We never realize we're in such a mess. Plastic smiles are good for a glance as we lead our hurried lives in our own trance. and I really wish that someday someone will just rest their aching minds and fucking STOP. Take a breath and look the world in its eyes. Look at the once grand light, now fading, the brilliant sparkle, now dim.

We are all broken. Each and every one of us. In ways only we can know. The holes in our lives are to large. Damaged goods more numerous than the stars. But look at us. Our happy, perfect world. Still turning. Still living.

And that's the point isn't it? Frost says life goes on. It does, it will. Our fate is sealed. So let us not be morose. Fill these holes and fix your rips. Come to grips with reality. Look closer at each frame. Uncoil the mystry and open your eyes to the problems facing us. And make them better. Sitting idly in idealistic ignorance only dooms you to a false fate. Dig deep and make our tiny cracks whole once more.

It is impossible to be irreparably broken. You just have to let hope soak in. I'll help. I promise. You have to let me. In the end we will all be happy.

Time doesn't wait for me.

We'll break the world into pieces. And die for a hopeless cause.
Running around in circles, wishing we could just push pause.
Picking and choosing our desires, nothing else could be higher.
We'll proclaim our loyalty in unabashed voices.
This sense of freedom is just like our t-shirt choices.
In the end we'll see that it was all just a waste of time.
Clogging our heads, filling our minds.
And yet we'll never get out alive.
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Have you ever thought that maybe we cry simply because we can?
Our stance for the world is simply another mode of self-expression.
The self proclaimed importance of our lives is just there to fill up the empty space.
For without it we'd be lost.
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So we fight and die for an ideal.Something that may not even be real.
In the end we sense all the madness and we'll know that it did not exist.
But it will be to late. Because of our intensity our lives will disintegrate.



So one may ask, why do I even try? If I already know that it's hopeless?
I'm wondering that myself.

It's Your World.

When you look at your life... ask yourself, who gives a shit?

Do what you want.

Steal a stop sign.
Rob a bank.
Light a match.
Burn your house down.
Run in circles.
Try to fly.
Smash a window.
Blare your music.
Hug at a stranger.
SCREAM until you can't stand up.
Fall down onto the grass.
Stare at the sky.
Throw your hands up.
Run until you're breathless.
Play in traffic.
Throw baseballs off a building.
Get in a fight.
Hitch-hike to nowhere.
Love the first thing you see.
Walk around blindfolded.
Play hopscotch in the mall.
Top 100 mph.
Skip into a movie theater.
Make someone's day.
And never forget to smile.

For god's sake just breath the fucking air and live your life!

Live Deliberately! You Are Free!

Waking Up.

I feel that the entire world, at least the mass majority of it, have a peaceful, happy mindset. We all strive for serenity in a Locke type of fashion. The stresses life puts upon us might hide this urge, in some very deep, but if you try hard enough you can find this in just about everyone. In my endless random searches through the internet I came across this tidbit which I couldn't help but share. A video which asked one question. Very simple, very easy, but in this world with all of its closing doors it gave way to enormous possibility.

The question, which was asked of 50 random people on the streets of Brooklyn, New York was one which I had to think long and hard about myself.

"Where would you wish to wake up tomorrow?"

This simple question brought smiles and fantasies in these strangers and truly showed the yearning for peace and tranquility in all of them. Watching bits like this really ensnare a sense of pathos and brighten my day entirely.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Fifty People, One Question: Brooklyn from Fifty People, One Question on Vimeo.

Another video done in London can also be accessed at the website --> http://fiftypeopleonequestion.com/films/4-london-uk

William Wordsworth wrote that the memory of a field of daffodils raised him from depression when thing got rough or as he put it:
"For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,"

For me it is things like this. The human element in us all coming out in small pieces, making us smile, making us happy.

It lets us know that,


SO !

"Where would you wish to wake up tomorrow?"

I know my answer.

You feel it when the Dance gets Hot, hot.

I ain't got no time to grow old. I ain't got no time to take it slow. We'll be burnin soon and they'll say it was our fault. But I don't care what they say. Just go with my instincts and live life that way. They're pressuring us to live, to make the most of it. I look at them in their rocking chairs and infinite wisdom and I am appalled.

My life is here and now. I am living it. I have no choice. It's not about these rules and these social norms. It's simply about coming on up and staying on top. My top is different than yours. So what's wrong with a little destruction? How can we enjoy the mountain air with oxygen tanks strapped to our legs? I choose a different path.

We'll be burnin soon and I'll love every second of it. Let me take your hand. Turn your back to the voices, to the lights, to the world. Let me take your hand and lead you into the riot. When all the world is burning and anarchy is abound, we'll smile. We alone will be happy.

We took a shortcut. We know a secret. We can dance in the flames.

Let's Ignore the World.

It's all so very simple. Living life as we know it. We spend our lives in sweet monotony. It's all pretty plain. But that's ok. We're happy with that. Let's watch the snow fall inch by inch. Let water dance with sand. See the wind race through trees. In our minds life will be grand. We're not insane. Watching each little thing. Carelessly growing up in circles of serenity. Spending each second in innocence. So let's go somewhere only we know. Somewhere we can be alone.

Deviation from this life is hopeless. We just fall asleep again, to avoid it all. Or maybe I was just asleep. I knew it was a dream to good to be true. Don't tell me I was just asleep. Let this fantasy be mine to keep. But if it's true, I'll be there when you awake. How else are cheeks kept dry today? But that's just the tip of the iceberg. I'll do whatever it takes. Given the chance.

So when nightmares come alive and I'm struggling to survive. Don't wake me up. I'm sleeping in. Searching for a world in which dreams come true and the earth slows down for two.

Full of Wonder

Give me the key and ten minutes alone. Let me make your day. It will be the surprise of the century. Just wait and see! One you can't see in the light. Hit the switch and watch life glow. What a spectacular sight! It'll make you smile and think of me, while hugging your pillow tight.

And the next morning I'll catch you again. Thinking your popular trends, shock and wonder at my ideas. Light up the day with your second-fold smile. As I strive for round two. Dancing in the park, upon sheets and sheets of air. Everyone will look and stare! And secretly be jealous.

Wait those thirty seconds for me to appear. No, don't wait. Let your eyes twinkle, smile, laugh, breath, live, love, regenerate. Let no amount of time go wasted. Every second will be cherished.

So when I do show up at random, don't hesitate. Take my hand and dance with me. It'll be great!

Never let a moment slip. Your life is an occasion. Rise up to it.

Time Together

Smiles directed by starlight
reflected in many ways tonight
Tracing of fingers along
listening to one certain song
A breath spent together
thinking about forever
Laughter all night long
nothing about this is wrong
Even though you're not in sight
know that everything will be alright.

There is no one here. Just you and me. Nobody is watching except the streetlights.
How perfect.

Could it all be so Simple?

I can't say things straight forward. Black and White makes so much sense until someone splatters the canvas with shades of gray. How can I pick out the right colours when nothing has any rules? Let me throw a dart and see where it lands. But then again I've never been any good at darts, be prepared to duck.

Watterson had it right. Sledding could be a metaphor for us. But if nothing ever makes perfect sense what does that leave us? Sprawled out across the bottom of the hill wondering what happened.



As long as you look back and see the fun you had during the wild ride, maybe it's all worth it.

It's a Magical World Hobbes Ol' Buddy.

Let's Go Exploring!

Life is Worth Living

Wenn Es Passiert.
Ein Herzschlag nur für mich.

when it happens.
only one heartbeat for me.
in seconds I will code.
my simple heart will explode.
those who blink do not understand.
those who pass by cannot comprehend.
those who are with me.
no doubt see it clear.
and in those few seconds.
I hope they shed tears.
if you don't love this, what instead.
for living is useless without passion.
even though chaos is all around.
nothing is really new.
find yourself a different point of view.
when it happens.
there'll only be one heartbeat for me.
in seconds I will code.
my simple heart will explode.



you've got to realize. that when death comes, it'll be quick. the world is in disrepair, but that doesn't mean you need to despair. find your world, make it your sun and moon. and enjoy it while you can. because in the end, shit happens. then you die. so live on the edge and love with everything in your soul.

Alone in the Snow

The snow falls softly into the impressions where your feet once were.
Erasing your foot prints, your history, your life.
Have you ever stopped and turned around,
looked back at your slowly disappearing trail?
The past is washed away flake by flake.
And if you hesitate for too long, you too
will become a victim of the snow, a victim of time.
So please, turn around and ponder that which is behind you.
But do not cease your present forward motion.
Or else you will become buried by the enormous weight of a thousand weightless snowflakes and become lost forever. Buried by the enormous weight of each simple task you put off until the next day.

Keep moving. Surge ahead. But do not move too quick, or you will be overwhelmed with fatigue and weariness, only to fall behind in the end. If you move to quickly you will sweat and it will freeze, encasing you into a still block of ice. To slowly and the snow will overwhelm you, erasing you from the eyes of the world.


But then again, maybe you want to be lost. Lost for the sole reason to escape the mayhem of the world. Just remember, without another who shares your view, serenity can become quite lonely.

Infinity in a Second

An instant can last forever and an eternity can flash by in an instant. How can we measure that which leaps back and forth between the two? I dreamt that I wrote a message for you in the sand, but the waves washed it away and you never saw. How can we expect to live in such uncertain times? When cruel waves erase that which I want to last forever? When the next snowfall or sunrise destroys my heart drawn in the snow.

How can you measure the distance between us? You are indeed closer to me than any person I've walked past in a crowded mall, or stood nose to nose with on a jerking, swinging bus ride. You are in my mind and heart, which places you forever in my arms.

I hope the moment you are in my arms will last forever, because each instant I spend away from you seems like forever.

I want real-life slow motion, to watch the twinkle in your smile, the look in your eyes. To watch your beauty in such detail that I can count the snow flakes as they fall to rest on your shoulders.

I want every moment that we are together to last for infinity, to make up for all the lifetimes I've lived without you.

The Pursuit of Happiness

In this world that throws curve balls at us everyday, we strive like ants in a hive to achieve something. Very few of us know what we want and when we are asked about it, I doubt any of us could answer truthfully beyond the generic " I want to be happy". Well, in my opinion. We all have the ability to be happy right within our grasp. Too many of us live day to day in a constant struggle with our emotions and don't do a damn thing about it. I think that it is our duty, an obligation you might say, to ourselves that we take every effort possible to create happiness for ourselves. Those that strive to be happy will gain it somehow or another. Those of us who are lazy and pathetic, living day to day in or sorrow and pain, without the courage to lift even one finger for ourselves, well that is just pitiful.

I found this image while browsing the web that I thought summed it up perfectly.






So think about it. Are you happy? If the answer is yes keep doing whatever it is that works for you. If it is no, then what the hell are you doing? Stop that miserable shit you call a life, get off your ass, and change your world. You will be forever thankful to yourself.