Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tall Tales part 2
This aisle five was the home to snacks popcorn and what would soon be recognized as the stores "most valuble item". Tim Kate and Sherran had rummaged through their own sections of the stores and were all deeply unsatisfied. Although each of them had chosen a cart over the smaller basket, they had remained very much empty. Tims dissapointment increased as he passed through deli, produce, and the dairy department without finding a solution to his growing hunger. Sherran groaned in dismay as the aisle numbers went from 15 to 14 to 13... Kate felt worse than both Tim and Sherran, in fact she was so unsatisfied with the stores selection that she had given up entirely. Her focus shifted from filling her stomach to filling that empty space in her heart, for she was now chatting with a mildly handsome bagboy. Meanwhile the search for that perfect item, the end all of hunger, continued. Tim,felling desprete,began to read Aisle 1 Peanuts and Olives, Aisle 2 Noodles and Sauce, Aisle 3 Parsley and Radishes, Aisle 4 Bagels and Pankake Syrup. AGHHHH Tim became very frustrated and even somewhat sick. Suddenly at the very moment of desperation, aisle 5 stuck out like a sore thumb to the both of them. "Whats this" it was not them that spoke, but thier stomachs. The slim lane of grocery convenience emanated a message to those with the hunger to hear it. Tim would be quickly to enter but soon paused, magnitized by the strange marking on the floor. It was the ultimate. The only marking that could make the guarentee. It was the end all of hunger! Tim looked around in amazement. "Am I the only one who can see this?" "I must be" Said Sherran at the other end of the aisle. "If the others here could, then why are they not staring at this very symbol??"
Tall Tales part 1
Now, when one announces in capital letters of a greater font that tall tales will be presented, expectations are pretty high. Yet these are the type of tall tales that will create quite a different impression.
And so it began that a few years prior to this very date there were several townspeople. These people lived simple lives but concealed many a motive in their so to say "noodles". Now besides the fact of the three residing in similar circumstance of living, there was another "link" that "tied" these three together. Among their molehill of motives lied one that was particularly large. Quite large indeed. A motive like this unfulfilled is just the type that will fester into what you may call a "burning desire". And just as 3 logs of tender timber would quickly be consumed by an already burning blaze, likewise three of these abnormally large desires would, if met and merged, splatter upon the canvas of manifested existence. And fortunately for our appetite for the uncommon,this is exactly what occurred.
Tim Logger had found the keys to his car beneath the plain white recliner that he very often parked his rear end, and decided to refuel his refrigerator.
Kate Winslo meanwhile felt this same urge that is so common to the hungry stomach, and, bearing little mind to her already incomplete spring cleaning tasks, perched herself upon a prized 12 speed bicycle and pulled away to the nearest supermarket.
Sherran Doppledorf was panning fluids out of her jeep when that familiar grumble spoke to her louder than a cars engine purring for new oil. Realizing her attire was appropriate not only for automotive maintenance but also a springtime jog, she immediately slid out from beneath the behemoth and jogged straight out of her garage with intention of reaching the grocery mart.
Now I know what you must be thinking, all this hype about burning desires somewhat excited me, even to the point of restraining my own self from going to the fridge to chomp upon something sweet. Now are you telling me that this excitement was over the commonplace need to eat??
Now my readers... let us not be hasty. For it was only when the three townsfolk reached the supermarket that there real yearnings are revealed, and, can then be expounded upon. Although each of the three began shopping in different, somewhat opposite, areas of this supermarket it happened so that each of their paths intersected in the aisle known as "aisle five".
And so it began that a few years prior to this very date there were several townspeople. These people lived simple lives but concealed many a motive in their so to say "noodles". Now besides the fact of the three residing in similar circumstance of living, there was another "link" that "tied" these three together. Among their molehill of motives lied one that was particularly large. Quite large indeed. A motive like this unfulfilled is just the type that will fester into what you may call a "burning desire". And just as 3 logs of tender timber would quickly be consumed by an already burning blaze, likewise three of these abnormally large desires would, if met and merged, splatter upon the canvas of manifested existence. And fortunately for our appetite for the uncommon,this is exactly what occurred.
Tim Logger had found the keys to his car beneath the plain white recliner that he very often parked his rear end, and decided to refuel his refrigerator.
Kate Winslo meanwhile felt this same urge that is so common to the hungry stomach, and, bearing little mind to her already incomplete spring cleaning tasks, perched herself upon a prized 12 speed bicycle and pulled away to the nearest supermarket.
Sherran Doppledorf was panning fluids out of her jeep when that familiar grumble spoke to her louder than a cars engine purring for new oil. Realizing her attire was appropriate not only for automotive maintenance but also a springtime jog, she immediately slid out from beneath the behemoth and jogged straight out of her garage with intention of reaching the grocery mart.
Now I know what you must be thinking, all this hype about burning desires somewhat excited me, even to the point of restraining my own self from going to the fridge to chomp upon something sweet. Now are you telling me that this excitement was over the commonplace need to eat??
Now my readers... let us not be hasty. For it was only when the three townsfolk reached the supermarket that there real yearnings are revealed, and, can then be expounded upon. Although each of the three began shopping in different, somewhat opposite, areas of this supermarket it happened so that each of their paths intersected in the aisle known as "aisle five".
Simplicity
Utter inward simplicity is remaining choiceless always. I dont try hard and choose because the momentum of life is too strong and to go agianst that would take too much work. No, I'd rather just be, weather it be lazy or not respectable, or whatever dimension you take me in. There is no driving force in this state it is just motiveless. I cant find a reason to continue my writing or to write in the first place, I mean what is there to write about? everyhing is so simple and obvious. Okay but obviously this is not 250 words of absurd but its pretty close. If your not sleeping yet than go see a physician.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Scary Kids Scaring Kids - What's Said is Done
This song is really hitting me right now. Look it up on YouTube for the real song
O and dont worry, I am not depressed, fine actually, here is a smiley face just so you can be sure :D. :D
We watch these days go by
The seasons changed and faded away,
and the the things I've learned to love grow old and die
(no reason why, no reason why, no reason why, no reason why)
cause life's too short to spend alone in misery
Everybody seems to look the same
I feel so alone and now my head is bowed in shame again,
so I look to the heart of the devil for answers
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
I'm so afraid to ask
this solace never seems to last
I turn away as the sunshine fades to black
I spend my nights and days
Locked away there all the same
I don't know how much more I can take
(what's left to say, what's left to say, what's left to say, what's left to say)
cause life's too short to spend alone in misery
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
to say a word, to say a word
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
I'm so afraid to ask
this solace never seems to last
I turn away as the sunshine fades to black
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word...
O and dont worry, I am not depressed, fine actually, here is a smiley face just so you can be sure :D. :D
We watch these days go by
The seasons changed and faded away,
and the the things I've learned to love grow old and die
(no reason why, no reason why, no reason why, no reason why)
cause life's too short to spend alone in misery
Everybody seems to look the same
I feel so alone and now my head is bowed in shame again,
so I look to the heart of the devil for answers
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
I'm so afraid to ask
this solace never seems to last
I turn away as the sunshine fades to black
I spend my nights and days
Locked away there all the same
I don't know how much more I can take
(what's left to say, what's left to say, what's left to say, what's left to say)
cause life's too short to spend alone in misery
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
to say a word, to say a word
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
I'm so afraid to ask
this solace never seems to last
I turn away as the sunshine fades to black
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word...
Friday, April 16, 2010
For a Friend
My dear friend, the timing that we had was abrupt.
The times we spent were so quick to come, so quick to go, to leave, its left
Just a week ago you had something to show me, a simple story bout punching fists, gangs, the whollleee dragggg of life.
I remember looking deep and recognizing a spark in your eyes, a fun loving smile.
Now the melody you played casts pretty ripples of sorrow
And all your instruments have washed onto the other shore
so how are you doing now as a wave thats striding infinity?
you probably feel a little sad yet you smile from exploration
A wish for your well being from past confrontations, and past conversations, the pasts always waiting. . .
To put a vice on you and call you back to remember, pointing to a sky of better weather. Well remember that Decembers just a temporary thing. And all though I feel sad, man its good in a way. You were just one of the suns rays and I cast praise on the ways you interplayed in my days. Haha.
So lay back and be easy, its hard here but ill hold it down as the circle of existence spins round and we grow our roots into the ground just to get em plucked up. It might be fucked up but just silence the sound. As the sirens surround and the familys gather, the symmetry of simplicity is getting back at you.
Peace and Love
The times we spent were so quick to come, so quick to go, to leave, its left
Just a week ago you had something to show me, a simple story bout punching fists, gangs, the whollleee dragggg of life.
I remember looking deep and recognizing a spark in your eyes, a fun loving smile.
Now the melody you played casts pretty ripples of sorrow
And all your instruments have washed onto the other shore
so how are you doing now as a wave thats striding infinity?
you probably feel a little sad yet you smile from exploration
A wish for your well being from past confrontations, and past conversations, the pasts always waiting. . .
To put a vice on you and call you back to remember, pointing to a sky of better weather. Well remember that Decembers just a temporary thing. And all though I feel sad, man its good in a way. You were just one of the suns rays and I cast praise on the ways you interplayed in my days. Haha.
So lay back and be easy, its hard here but ill hold it down as the circle of existence spins round and we grow our roots into the ground just to get em plucked up. It might be fucked up but just silence the sound. As the sirens surround and the familys gather, the symmetry of simplicity is getting back at you.
Peace and Love
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
After spending time in the forest
Mellow Exhalations give rise to modesty. You are in a green garden where the root chakra feels an affinity. A drop of dew is enough to parch your throat. Stone statues heed to on comers, shiftless in expression. A caterpillar bends and folds upon the leafs broad surface, the potted plant adjacent to the budding birch tree. What is it about this place that quiets the mind, and takes it all away? Wait, even that thought seems heavy. Patiently watching, the cloud passes and you are again with the sky. A smile forms in the corner of your lips, you giggle at thoughts quaint contradiction.
Your back finds comfort lying against the weathered rock, chiseled only by the soft seasons of nature. Resonating with its timeless wisdom, you no longer feel separate. A subtle communication forms with your surroundings. A large exhalation allows you to let go, you feel almost as a mirror. REFLECT. The birds flock and you are thankful for their presence. Someone to share this sweet poetry. Surely no writing is as beautiful.
It seems strange now, and even meaningless to analyze the acts of the past.
(ILL TRY TO WRITE MORE LATER, IN THE MEANTIME, RELAX :D)
Your back finds comfort lying against the weathered rock, chiseled only by the soft seasons of nature. Resonating with its timeless wisdom, you no longer feel separate. A subtle communication forms with your surroundings. A large exhalation allows you to let go, you feel almost as a mirror. REFLECT. The birds flock and you are thankful for their presence. Someone to share this sweet poetry. Surely no writing is as beautiful.
It seems strange now, and even meaningless to analyze the acts of the past.
(ILL TRY TO WRITE MORE LATER, IN THE MEANTIME, RELAX :D)
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Each Paragraph is Different
It seems people have been preaching for longer lengths of time. The rhyme is prime when its not dropped off the line. I went into the system. Suction-cupped assimilate. Broken every boundary every barrier my mind design to be a carrier. Now different aspects play at once It feels a little tense. But in a single moment this aspect is a pretense. So.. SO.. So.. so the mission Sew. Cut. Lock Down... Look down then you stared up a simulated
Slow tides steady, calm cool ready, Cool hand Luke yet I'm slick sly Freddy. Let out a sigh ch yea stomach filled with spaghetti.
Feels whats the reason to continue when its rarely that your seen, trudging down the Allys in the dark? no? Picked up a little pebble but Ive cast away a stone. You can sharpen up your pencil till the point when your alone. Eyes of love,,, but its like yeah whatever man. Deny yourself the brilliance but whats true is in your hand. I fuel it feed it seems to take up my attention. Just letting it flow now and its been so long. The keyboard cracks laments its sad song. This sorrows gone.. . on long enough, hit the next song button its nothing.
Living on the cusp of danger, the presence of a stranger, suitcase slipped back wits cracked bangers. Wisdom gaps and the presence is felt. Its strange and insane and I'm needing some help. Next, day, NO DELAY. Its been awhile since living like this. I story told slightly off key. Never blossomed with the flowers rather be the bumble bee. But its all a simile for something you wont see. Carry it on to the next potentiality.
I was born in the soil and Ive germinated for longer than the most of the plants, they said I could dance. Budded from the soil took my first glance, o look there's the ants. At night the great darkness revealed its specks of white. Sometimes in the building phase, that seemed like never yielding phase, that CO2 breathing phase, that would last for days. The light, would reveal my new leaves. And this was victory, for a was a part that the earth could notice and see. Summer came and it rained and the plow sewed the grain. Nother winter fruitless plains, but my roots are more ingrained. Being fed by the earth, and its nectar gives me sight. Living as a plant, you know, you rarely pay the price. For the soil has no vice. And the breeze is carried light. White.. clouds in the sky, next the apple of the eyes, just a fragment do I see, but to me, infinity. Now I a stack and birds perch upon the limbs. Bluejays and Cardinals, the world we're living in. Nature Reflected, rejected, new perspective to be accepted and expected. Love live liberty of green. Got the corn hanging from my arms tomorrows just a dream, but crush it into cream, and eat enjoying all. Its not only for you, but its here for all .
Slow tides steady, calm cool ready, Cool hand Luke yet I'm slick sly Freddy. Let out a sigh ch yea stomach filled with spaghetti.
Feels whats the reason to continue when its rarely that your seen, trudging down the Allys in the dark? no? Picked up a little pebble but Ive cast away a stone. You can sharpen up your pencil till the point when your alone. Eyes of love,,, but its like yeah whatever man. Deny yourself the brilliance but whats true is in your hand. I fuel it feed it seems to take up my attention. Just letting it flow now and its been so long. The keyboard cracks laments its sad song. This sorrows gone.. . on long enough, hit the next song button its nothing.
Living on the cusp of danger, the presence of a stranger, suitcase slipped back wits cracked bangers. Wisdom gaps and the presence is felt. Its strange and insane and I'm needing some help. Next, day, NO DELAY. Its been awhile since living like this. I story told slightly off key. Never blossomed with the flowers rather be the bumble bee. But its all a simile for something you wont see. Carry it on to the next potentiality.
I was born in the soil and Ive germinated for longer than the most of the plants, they said I could dance. Budded from the soil took my first glance, o look there's the ants. At night the great darkness revealed its specks of white. Sometimes in the building phase, that seemed like never yielding phase, that CO2 breathing phase, that would last for days. The light, would reveal my new leaves. And this was victory, for a was a part that the earth could notice and see. Summer came and it rained and the plow sewed the grain. Nother winter fruitless plains, but my roots are more ingrained. Being fed by the earth, and its nectar gives me sight. Living as a plant, you know, you rarely pay the price. For the soil has no vice. And the breeze is carried light. White.. clouds in the sky, next the apple of the eyes, just a fragment do I see, but to me, infinity. Now I a stack and birds perch upon the limbs. Bluejays and Cardinals, the world we're living in. Nature Reflected, rejected, new perspective to be accepted and expected. Love live liberty of green. Got the corn hanging from my arms tomorrows just a dream, but crush it into cream, and eat enjoying all. Its not only for you, but its here for all .
Monday, April 12, 2010
BE CRAZY
How the hell can you dance when you have an image of how dance is "supposed to be"?? How can you create something beautiful when beauty is a preconceived notion? Can you imagine an art gallery filled with copies of the same picture? How can you live spontaneously, flying on the wings of freedom if you limit yourself to your name and a few things you have done in the past?
You are alive!!
There is not a moment in life where you can stop and say "okay, now it is all figured out, I will go and lie in my coffin."
Life is a constant movement, a constant expression and learning, but how can you be moving, expressing, learning, when you constrict yourself to such a small portion of it? "I am Cindy Crawford, a democrat, and listen only to country music" "I will be polite, and never angry" "I will not smoke cigarettes." "I will go swimming three times a week from 10 to eleven a clock." You go on sticking labels to yourself, reinforcing them to make sure they do not peel off, saying they will make you smarter, prettier, better. Look you fool! your face is just full of stickers!
I WILL TELL YOU BE CRAZY! TAKE A RISK! Dont be afraid to look insane to others, and dont be afraid to look strange or stupid. Break from the all of those expectations that are crushing you! Dont hesitate to be total in your actions. Only when your actions are total will they reconnect you with life! Dont fight, but FIGHT. Dont scream, but SCREAM!! Let your dance be a frenzy, let your anger be a consuming flame!! Let your downtime be a deep meditation (haha) And last dont be afraid to completely disregard this article, hope I got to some of you!
You are alive!!
There is not a moment in life where you can stop and say "okay, now it is all figured out, I will go and lie in my coffin."
Life is a constant movement, a constant expression and learning, but how can you be moving, expressing, learning, when you constrict yourself to such a small portion of it? "I am Cindy Crawford, a democrat, and listen only to country music" "I will be polite, and never angry" "I will not smoke cigarettes." "I will go swimming three times a week from 10 to eleven a clock." You go on sticking labels to yourself, reinforcing them to make sure they do not peel off, saying they will make you smarter, prettier, better. Look you fool! your face is just full of stickers!
I WILL TELL YOU BE CRAZY! TAKE A RISK! Dont be afraid to look insane to others, and dont be afraid to look strange or stupid. Break from the all of those expectations that are crushing you! Dont hesitate to be total in your actions. Only when your actions are total will they reconnect you with life! Dont fight, but FIGHT. Dont scream, but SCREAM!! Let your dance be a frenzy, let your anger be a consuming flame!! Let your downtime be a deep meditation (haha) And last dont be afraid to completely disregard this article, hope I got to some of you!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
What Made Them All Fall Down. (Class Prompt)
Very abstract. What made them all fall down? and were they ever up in the first place? and to get back, how steep is the climb? Well if one were to refer to the New Testament then you could say the fall began when Eve ate the forbidden fruit and learned "the knowledge of good and evil". Or was the real fall when humpty dumpty was slick with crisco and made the fatal mistake to perch on a high wall? Is this prompt a forshadowing of a great fall of man into the clutches of the computer? The concern of man being outdone and even programmed by the computer is becoming more and more real everyday. Is it the fall of our attension from watching ourselves closely to losing ourselves in petty things?? Where are the steel boots that can trudge up the montains fallen off of? Dicks Sporting goods does not carry them. And whose will is strong enough to conquer these montains that span so far ahead of our sight. Surely climbing Everest will take less perserverance. The fall is great, and we have become small. Where can one find force that will fling us out of these problems, this growing conflict? If you were to ask me I wouldn't be able to say much, and I certainly can't make the climb for you. Your legs will grow weary, and your heart will ache for comfort. As you acsend the montains, your company will grow scarce and the path will stray into jagged rocks. You may reach their peaks, or you may fall off and break. Many times your mind will convince you that you have been rollin back down. It is even possible that the top of the montains are as barren and empty as the dark valleys below. I cannot tell you because I am still climbing, If I spot you below me I will throw down a rope, extend a hand, and point out the known path to the summit. This climb is yours alone, mine alone, yet it is shared between all of us.You must do all you can crying out "lord have mercy!!"
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Thick Night
You clutch the crutch whenever you stop and look
Because this wasn't the image you remember from those picture books
Again and again you feel cheated and mistook, by those smiling faces that are there just for looks
Its not easy to continue, somehow we find strength
So often forget that its there, in the world that doesn't care
You ask me what is the meaning? With thick lines in your face
Thick lines that get spit shined but never erased
So what is the meaning, I just have to know
Could you plant a seed for me? that I could sew?
Ill do what I can but the journey is yours
Only to lend a hand when your broken and sore
And to whisper that phrase, the one that's familiar
The caterpillar doesn't die but becomes a butterfly
The gray clouds grow thick and they cover the sky
and whats ahead is not easy Ill tell you no lie
But from the ashes rises phoenix, and rays penetrate the shroud
Just know that I'm watching from beyond the clouds
And my heart is left open when I see that your working
We will embrace later, backstage, when the show has closed curtains
Looking back with laughter at the trails gone through
Remembering all that we learned from this school
Right now we are here and it will remain so
Until you drop what you have and learn to let go
Because this wasn't the image you remember from those picture books
Again and again you feel cheated and mistook, by those smiling faces that are there just for looks
Its not easy to continue, somehow we find strength
So often forget that its there, in the world that doesn't care
You ask me what is the meaning? With thick lines in your face
Thick lines that get spit shined but never erased
So what is the meaning, I just have to know
Could you plant a seed for me? that I could sew?
Ill do what I can but the journey is yours
Only to lend a hand when your broken and sore
And to whisper that phrase, the one that's familiar
The caterpillar doesn't die but becomes a butterfly
The gray clouds grow thick and they cover the sky
and whats ahead is not easy Ill tell you no lie
But from the ashes rises phoenix, and rays penetrate the shroud
Just know that I'm watching from beyond the clouds
And my heart is left open when I see that your working
We will embrace later, backstage, when the show has closed curtains
Looking back with laughter at the trails gone through
Remembering all that we learned from this school
Right now we are here and it will remain so
Until you drop what you have and learn to let go
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Introduction
Okay so lets make this first post a spontaneous one. First Ill start with my name, the name my parents gave me is Matt Earley. Its a nice name, and will continue to use it, perhaps indefinitely. Seeing as I promised to post only things of value I will now move on to another subject. Okay so what is this guy all about? Lately he has been trying hard to improve communication and to give more to others. Last week it was something different, playing guitar perhaps? I do not stay the same for very long but currently find life challenging, rapid, enjoying, and overall worth living. Besides, what else do I have to do? On this blog I will be posting things relating to my life, some insights I have of myself and the world around and possibly some poetry . I'd like to welcome you to my blog and invite you to stay overnight, food will be provided later in the week. :) Thank you for reading and know that I am open to receive any of your questions or news. My email is listed on the side of the blog. Okay until the next post.
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