Eels - Lone Wolf
15.8.09
Thought of the Morning
Waking up to the sound of rain tapping against the window is calming to the pensive mind.
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Understanding (Poem)
could it have been a dream
angelic to the touch
i can feel your presence
even though the time adds up
realities rays penetrate
i follow my ebb in destiny
even if you are not with me
i might not have been affable
this point is not my plateau
you made life amazing to live
aesthete to love
learn to be great
i thank you and your grace
as i stare to the above
i believe in a higher being cause you gave me love
because you gave me, love!
-jairo
angelic to the touch
i can feel your presence
even though the time adds up
realities rays penetrate
i follow my ebb in destiny
even if you are not with me
i might not have been affable
this point is not my plateau
you made life amazing to live
aesthete to love
learn to be great
i thank you and your grace
as i stare to the above
i believe in a higher being cause you gave me love
because you gave me, love!
-jairo
Thought of the Morning
You get up and wonder how the next day is going to be, and then wake up wondering what the next
day is going to be!
day is going to be!
9.8.09
Hello! Post #101
So, this is my 101 post on my blog. Not very exciting really. But, it is something. Worked most of the day as usual. I spent it thinking of what I am. You ask what that is? I will give you the answer in a moment. *Insert brief intermission here* I am a loner. Of course I am not being sentimental wanker, just realizing that it has always been that way. I still will be a social person and get better at it. Yet, my true nature is that of one who needs to be left to himself mostly. In a relationship I feel connected to someone, that ends, then it is back to the loner. I am not wallowing just being honest. I go back to my loners meadow and better myself for the next, or the previous. At work I wrote a little something on my arm. Writing just flew from one hand and on to the other arm. Here is what I wrote:
Try to speak
not much is being heard
press upon your lips
fall into love
wait for eternity
leave with insanity
-jairo
Try to speak
not much is being heard
press upon your lips
fall into love
wait for eternity
leave with insanity
-jairo
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