keepthisgoing's Blog

As you sit there and read this I hope you can see

That we are both very much the same, you and me.

Two eyes, two ears, a mouth and a nose,

Following the river of live where it flows

Sometimes we are angry, grumpy, or sad,

Yet I cannot see life as being so bad

For there's one thing that matters at the end of the day,

How you felt inside as you wended your way

See, your world is your own; it is as you make it

For better or worse, you can't leave it, so take it

And make it so beautiful no one can break it

Graduated from school I’d been told to attend,

Quit going to church, and went back again,

I walked the right walk, and talked the right talk,

Challenged authority, and pretended to balk

At the person in front of the class with the chalk

I knew all the right lyrics and the messages they send

Human rights, love, greed, power, and war's end

Now by other's rules, I've become a man

Anything I wish to do, I can

Yet I see a hitch in this part of my plan

For the last eighteen years I’ve been following trends

Now out on my own no one's here to recommend

A purpose for my time, I've so much to spend

Thus I spend it alone now, a little perplexed,

When only I can answer the question "what's next?"

There is something quite wrong here

But no need to fear

To do nothing is criminal

Yet ignorance, subliminal

The extremes bear little truth

Something we learn in youth

For the winds may blow

And the waves may crash

And the sky may change

Yet man's conclusions seem rash

For our earth is self-

Regenerating you see

For the sake of its health

May throw off you and me

It is no good to say

"This is our world, let's take it"

But much better to say

"Our failed culture, forsake it"

What madness feels like

When it just isn't there

An Empath, such feeling

I want so much to share  

That Burning, a passion

For which I desire

To make it continue

From just my small pyre

'til one day the world

Is ablaze with that fire  

Yet not so destructive

A clarifying it seems

And on day reality

Is the world in my dreams  

So startling to live

In this world, then the next

Moment brought back by

Sounds of a harsh ringing text  

Can I live in both worlds And not be cut in half?

Will it take all my might To divide wheat from chaff?  

There are so many questions

Without answers you see

Do I write this for you?

Do I write this for me?

Only one thing's for sure,

I have yet to feel Free.  

So in end it's not madness,

A social convention,

A failure in love,

Or a lack of contention  

The reason for which I so often digress

Is a passion inside me I fail to express.

I dreamt of a life, my name renowned

Traveling through it in effortless bounds

Not needing people, but reveling is sounds

Of shuffling footsteps, they all gather round.

I'm just a guy, who stuck around town,

And stared at the world in awe as it drowned

Dreaming ahead, firmly planted in ground

And wiping a tear from her cheek when she frowned.

I remember how painful, the first time she cried

The breakup the first time I thought I had died

I watched her continue; I turned back and sighed,

I cannot give in to her toxic side.

The misunderstandings begin to break free

Do I not get them, or do they not get me?

Hello good friend, I'm back again.
A moments break on the path I wend.
Another night, just you and me,
You draw me in, then set me free.
I'm glad you're there to catch my screams,
And every night you buoy my dreams.
Your soft support to prop my head,
As I lay here and think in bed.

Disclaimer: this is a JOKE. no need for spam please.

this was excellent!!

i just wrote a blog on my comp which instantly synced to my phone, which i then posted to myspace. i didn't even know my phone could do this until i was bored.

i think i wasted my money.......

“This bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wonderous worlds Ive known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone.”

“"There Is A Voice Inside Of You

That Whispers All Day Long,

"I Feel That This Is Right For Me,

I Know That This Is Wrong."

No Teacher, Preacher, Parent, Friend

Or Wise Man Can Decide

What's Right For You- Just Listen To

The Voice That Speaks Inside."

  “Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”

“All The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas

Layin' In The Sun,

Talkin' 'Bout The Things

They Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda Done...

But All Those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas

All Ran Away And Hid

From One Little Did.”