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daven — Thu, 11 Aug 2005 03:21:45 GMT

"And I see inside where my heart is filled but still longs for sorrow. And is this finding my equality? Is this my contempt? Purely there is no God that can give me a color, but not taste it, that can give me a sunset, but not touch it. I long for the space that is given to my mind, but hold dearly the love that keeps my wake. And yet..... Here is my void filled before my feet, waiting to be dry and still again. Here is where I wait for you. Here is where I sing and pray. Let me fall where your hands are unseen, so I may rest again."

takin down the wall(s)

daven — Fri, 05 Aug 2005 07:06:49 GMT

so I'm interested in getting back to my roots in music. Seeking out a teacher might be tough though. Anyone know a good jazz/theory piano specialist? Gonna make a song with some new blood. We gonna call it Chinese Food in Da Tent. Michael Pancrast where are you when I need you!!! Hope you are still playing music. that is where you shine good friend.

I am

daven — Wed, 20 Jul 2005 17:44:04 GMT

I am a speck, I am smaller than the atom, I am here inside what I create, I am looking outside always and forever going inwards, I am a speck....