within my mind...

ok... right now... right here...

dreadPirateDru — Thu, 08 May 2008 16:06:01 GMT

for just 2 more years, kept from the long arm of the laws enemy and worked to save the space within the house with a shoehorn... we worked to envelope, and make a space we both could live with, yet here we are, yet... here... we... are. in an open field, one with a fence, pandora's box... greeting the passers walk their owners by. keeping what is - what is - safe... and aware - aware of how this has become cold and friendly... in the spacious world we wanted, want and have - wishing that it was more than the friend she has become... when i waited, i really waited... so we did not need to be this way, this way - the way it is... ok... right now... right here.

standing on this island...

dreadPirateDru — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 15:38:36 GMT

... seeking the ship on the horizon.

one friend...

dreadPirateDru — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 07:24:59 GMT

and i am happy. one friend, that could and would get sappy. one friend, never proven with a photo snappy. even one friend, would never allow allow or stand for that crappy. one friend, would sing, dance and live to be happy. because that one friend, is not hear to prove, but just accept craft-illy that just one friend, the one, is all we needy. and sorry for the rhyming scheme-ey!

walking down this beautiful road…

dreadPirateDru — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:28:23 GMT

first, standing here, pausing - seeing new interesting ebbs of this tide. understanding more than they think that and do, that they- they follow that very same journey. seemingly hostile, seemingly lost and afraid, seeking, seeing, and wishing it was simpler. knowing the path that is made before here, quietly walking- walking quiet and inense in purpose… overwhelmed by the burden placed before… and again turning- turning back to focus on a road. this road that had become the river… and in each and every turn- turn and ebb- witness purpose wanting to be open to more- more show- more of what screams… that they- they missed, seeing… it all.

your so vain...

dreadPirateDru — Sat, 05 May 2007 18:16:42 GMT

... you probably think this song is about you!

another pebble thrown...

dreadPirateDru — Fri, 20 Apr 2007 03:40:40 GMT

... and don't even live in a glass house, not yet anyway... they seem to see the strong opinion, and freedom to be free in it's sharing... will hopefully make us both better, better for the exchange and after all... better suited to make this a world we both want.

walking in the daisies...

dreadPirateDru — Sat, 03 Feb 2007 02:33:11 GMT

trampling them underfoot and breaking stems dragging the peddles all along the muddy footpath. dripping the wet muddy sludge, roots, and stems along the way grinding each step into the earth, to decay in pieces. bending down at times to rub and smear them into the ground... just so they can dissapear back into the earth.

somewhere in the ether...

dreadPirateDru — Tue, 16 Jan 2007 13:14:29 GMT

stands a man. stands a figure. stands a form. standing within the virtual void... somewhere within this concofany of virtual lightwaves, away from the pains of the real world... wanting to give more, to later take away... within a keystroke.

now three steps forward...

dreadPirateDru — Sun, 31 Dec 2006 08:14:49 GMT

... and i bet you wannah know why. bet you think i am blind to the reality that surrounds you. an actor that has been on the stage before, observing it all as usual, and seeing a truth. All the world is a mearly the stage, and we are all players, players definatly not rehearsing the life you think some lead. not all things are what they seem, the painted book has more than just a cover. in this cosmos, the stars pierce the night sky, yet all is not as black and white when not observed closely. we are all of the same spirit, the spirit within us all and the world around us. this moment fades into the memory, in the pages of a painted book.

one step forward, and forced to take two steps back...

dreadPirateDru — Sat, 16 Dec 2006 22:53:38 GMT

again, and again... it is true, once one has things, people want to tear it away, and break down progress... sad egotists.

i can see too clearly sometimes...

dreadPirateDru — Sun, 05 Nov 2006 02:45:15 GMT

... and for that i am punished, and hated. i seek just a familarity that you all seem to share. ... or am i seeing what we all wish was true. and not the reality of the compassionate soul.

can you see for miles...

dreadPirateDru — Tue, 10 Oct 2006 17:40:11 GMT

... the forces that build in concert, bringing a hate that is directed out of nowhere. ... for no good reason, but to try and bring my faith to faulter, for i know it will not, yet they try to break me. i will not let them, for my faith in self runs deeper, deeper than they think, ponder, or even wonder.

briliantly awesome twirling lightly...

dreadPirateDru — Sun, 08 Oct 2006 22:58:06 GMT

... standing within my new space, with an eye to the setting sun. ... seeking just beyond the moment where things come together, yet seem to become whole and realized. ... this scares me.

just one soul...

dreadPirateDru — Mon, 02 Oct 2006 20:51:48 GMT

... trapped in this world, and seeking shelter shelter from the onslaught of those who wish to take. take the things, things that they can affect another another world collided and careened off the road. into a ditch where is seems to be missed by most most people with blinders on unto the cries just over here... in the middle of many, lies just one soul.

skipping time...

dreadPirateDru — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 20:57:29 GMT

wandering in this world left to me, and making the moments last in ever increasing presence... presence of mine, body, and spirit, to share, grow, and benifit from this world we have created... here and now, in the flicker of this moment, share the ideal moment for as long as we can... in each faiding moment we are skipping time, and missing the point of the soul of these ideas.

just the witness...

dreadPirateDru — Sun, 25 Jun 2006 08:10:57 GMT

... to the tornado of words swirling in mind, where seemingly all a want to careen out. ... days some needs here never seems to cover, all the things thought, twirled, and turned over - pale. ... pale in a cacophony of ideas that drives the need to be here, then disappearing as moments proceed and figures grow. ... the need seems to pass, and not a single swirling, enveloping flicker seems to see form in the words somewhere. ... see such good in ideas that thought creates, only to exist in a place you could see, and to expand the flicker in these acts.

somewhere in the netherlands...

dreadPirateDru — Tue, 25 Apr 2006 05:58:26 GMT

... the space bewtween here and there, where the imaginary becomes real. ... standing within the digital divide, where the real can become imaginary. ... within the momentary flicker, where the past has been frozen in time. ... walking between the idea, and where the matter becomes energy. ... somwhere bewteen here, and there.

tripping in the light that surrounds...

dreadPirateDru — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 17:42:37 GMT

... dancing within its warmth, the beauty within all. brushing breifly past again, with a bit of you misssed out... ... like my old days, in those familiar steps from a house risen in. wishing that decisions would manifest what is wanted... ... seen in the flickering of a light, fueled by another desire. hoping that it wasn't to just push the knives deeper...

breaking away...

dreadPirateDru — Sun, 12 Feb 2006 18:45:52 GMT

... from the things found dark - in others. from a world they see simply - in their own heads. ... breaking a mold - they have seen to be made. in a world they wish to create - just for those who desearve it. ... from the idea - they wish to destroy. in a word they wish to break - and keep from those who don't care to listen. ... from the hatrid - they wish to share. in a world where there is enough already - just for those who live in it. ... from not doing anything - wishing to change the idea. in a world we create for ourselves - just for everyone in it already.

walking in the virtual...

dreadPirateDru — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 02:29:02 GMT

... world that which created exists here in this moment now. ... imagin any form wished right here in the eye beheld. ... working on a new thread somwhere in this digital ether. ... following this idea flowing out of these ephemeral blips. ... into eyes that must behold these flickering moments pass. ... withering away in foggy mist warmed by morning sky dawns.

Merry Christmas...

dreadPirateDru — Sun, 25 Dec 2005 10:59:04 GMT

... just chillin here, waiting to hear the raindeer on the roof, an overweight fat man jumping down a chimney half his girth, and watching the "its a wonderful life." Ah - tradition.

living in the world...

dreadPirateDru — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 23:57:44 GMT

... the one around us all, and within us all. ... imagine this form, being the completion of us all. ... stretching out to envelope us all, in a reality man made with perceptions. ... looking for the place that makes you home, the one with the world we share. ... make your world a better place, within the lines, or without. ... making an echo through time, because the world created effects us all.

waking the world...

dreadPirateDru — Fri, 18 Nov 2005 17:16:06 GMT

... to the space within us all, completing the whole of us all. ... reaching with this form, making the attempt to connect us all. ... grasping at the closest solid hold, on this reality they say i have made. ... looking for a place to call home, within the eyes of another greater love. ... trying to make this a better world, within this form forced within these lines. ... making an echo through time, just by ticking away at the virtual blips.

seeing what i see...

dreadPirateDru — Fri, 21 Oct 2005 22:21:28 GMT

... before me and aound my body, the arms enveloped me in a moment. ... holding a soul that has warmth, and a spirit that makes my knees weak. ... laughing and rejoicing in the light, that eminates and becomes a beacon in her eyes. ... looking at this soul fluttering within my space, and to wish there could be more here and now. ... seeking the moments again in this light, and still seeing what i see...

wandering the virtual fields...

dreadPirateDru — Tue, 04 Oct 2005 23:09:54 GMT

... seeing the world in how i wish to make it, here within my minds eye- a wish forms this beauty careens throughout my world created, here within my virtual playground- a child plays this rhythm of words within my cocoon created, here within my simple design- a boy explores this form of words with this virtuality concocted, here with my simple mind- a man precedes this echo of ideas within this spiritually safe place, here within these lines of writing...