dreaming. we all do it. most of the time you dont remember what it is that you have dreamt, but everyone once in a while you wake up and are like "holy shit! what the fuck was that?!" or "whoa....that was crazy" or "what just happened?" or you wake up feeling embarrassed because you just had a not so nice,....more like naughty .....dream. yeah, those are always good.
anyways, dont want to side track and get to the point that im trying to get to, if there is any,
dreaming. sometimes it seems real. although, super smart ppl that have nothing better to do than watch ppl dream without checking them out, say that when we dream the elapsed period in time that occurs in the dream is equivalent to the amount of time in "reality". they say that dreams are fabrications of our imagination or actual memories and it is kind of like a movie playback. you know, you are bored(sleeping) and your brain automatically hits the replay button and it replays past events, but probably not in order since sometimes they seem to be intertwined within each other. sometimes you when you dream you seem to attain what you cannot in reality, well, when you are awake that is.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Hermann Park
I sit here attempting the creation of art.
There is a beautiful scenery that words cannot describe. It is so tranquil, people pass by me and all they see is another face mixed in with the scene they are passing as they proceed to their predetermined destination.
The warmth of the sun against my skin does nothing to warm my heart.
The cool of the breeze through my hair does nothing to ease my frustration.
I want to write poetry.I want to draw this beautiful landscape.Yet, there is a wall in m head that won't allow me do so.
If I couldjust draw on paper what my eyes are seeing. it is a sight that one rarely takes the time to admire and appreciate. Here in this wonderful place created by both man and nature are many worlds intertwined.
You, the jogger, all you see is the path in front of you, completely unaware of the scenes on either side of you as train for your objective.
You, the lonesome walker, you also just see the path in front you completely unaware of the nature that surrounds you being so preoccupied and lost in your own thoughts.
You, the on-looker, look at who is around you, not what surrounds them.
You, the photographer, amongst dozens, it would seem that you would appreciate the natural beauty, but no, you use the light, the background, to "enhance" a person's beauty as you search for that perfect shot.
You, the family man, seize the land to welcome your family here, since it is the only time you can semi-comfortably spend with them through-out your work-filled week.
You, the lovebirds, you take in the landscape to win each others feelings as you try to have that "perfect" date.
And I, I sit here writing what I see. And what I see is a number of small worlds that collectively form the Hermann Park Galaxy. It is just one of many on this earth. Yet, almost all are the same, filled with people who gather in one place for various reasons, yet we all share this tranquil moment and almost all together fail to enjoy as we are to concerned with our own affairs.
There is a beautiful scenery that words cannot describe. It is so tranquil, people pass by me and all they see is another face mixed in with the scene they are passing as they proceed to their predetermined destination.
The warmth of the sun against my skin does nothing to warm my heart.
The cool of the breeze through my hair does nothing to ease my frustration.
I want to write poetry.I want to draw this beautiful landscape.Yet, there is a wall in m head that won't allow me do so.
If I couldjust draw on paper what my eyes are seeing. it is a sight that one rarely takes the time to admire and appreciate. Here in this wonderful place created by both man and nature are many worlds intertwined.
You, the jogger, all you see is the path in front of you, completely unaware of the scenes on either side of you as train for your objective.
You, the lonesome walker, you also just see the path in front you completely unaware of the nature that surrounds you being so preoccupied and lost in your own thoughts.
You, the on-looker, look at who is around you, not what surrounds them.
You, the photographer, amongst dozens, it would seem that you would appreciate the natural beauty, but no, you use the light, the background, to "enhance" a person's beauty as you search for that perfect shot.
You, the family man, seize the land to welcome your family here, since it is the only time you can semi-comfortably spend with them through-out your work-filled week.
You, the lovebirds, you take in the landscape to win each others feelings as you try to have that "perfect" date.
And I, I sit here writing what I see. And what I see is a number of small worlds that collectively form the Hermann Park Galaxy. It is just one of many on this earth. Yet, almost all are the same, filled with people who gather in one place for various reasons, yet we all share this tranquil moment and almost all together fail to enjoy as we are to concerned with our own affairs.
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