Hyped Up

I'm hyper. So anything I say might not make sense. Bear with me. This is going to be a blabbering fool of a post. Mhm.
What force and strength cannot get through, I with a gentle touch can do. And many in the street would stand, were I not a friendat hand. What am I?
a key

... ``follow me,'' the wise man said, but he walked behind...
Now what the hell is that supposed to mean? Will anyone tellme? I am lost in the metaphorical meanings if there are any,Its all blah to me. But I think its supposed to mean something. It entranced me for some reason... mhmm. I am so bored. Yup. That about covers it. Thats the only reason I am writing right now. And the factthat I found that qoute thing and wondered what it meant. But no oneever comments or talks to me on it so I just put it there for the hell of it I am beginning to realize. mhmm.
I know a song that gets on everbodys nerves, everybodys nerves, everybodys nerves....etc. Yes, I know that everybodys isn't spelt likethat but I don't really care. It works. You know what it means. And if you don't you shouldn't be reading my blog.

Lets try my luck at a poem...this is gunna go well

I can't think of a starting one. Oh well. I could turn off my music to concentrate but whats the use? I don't really feel like writing one. So I will post some of the stuff I've written but haven't put on here.


She

She sits underneath a moonlit sky,
Wondering what will come,
What has passed,
And what she has accomplished
She looks beneath her soul
To the deepest part of her core,
Searching for a past she cannot remember
Can the stars see her sadness?
Her wonder, her excitement
Or is she a lost soul
Upon the clouds
Of broken dreams.

To rant or not to rant… how bout I ramble?

Today it starts, the war begins, do we look onwards or confront our sins?
Press the government, collapse, intrude. But is it right, just cause we’re pursued?
To be pressured into laws, a way of life?
Conformity.
Engage in combat, fight to the death, in letters, words, symbols.
Not a single drop of blood shed, but these are the nastiest wars.
Backstabbing a friend, to get your message across,
Is this free speech? Or have they gone too far?
Then comes from the mouth of babes
Innocence, pure and simple
Do you think we will listen when history repeats once again?


Questions Without Answers

Transport me to the oceans cliffs where I can get lost in the rolling waves of water, consumed in insanity and thoroughly drained emotionally.

The oceans tides go with the moon, constantly changing, ever moving. Never a solitary life for water, it’s free, the only thing in this world that is. With the ever-changing way people view the world and its corruption, you have to ask yourself. What is truly free? What do I solely own? What is mine that no one else can ever have? Some might respond with a person, such and such is mine. But hearts wander, brains think and people change, like water, we are not flat; we are ever changing. Fluid movements can be portrayed as our personality. Some waters are choppy, so are some people. So, if nothing is ever truly ours, then what do we have to look forward to? To live for? To work towards? Where are the answers to the questions of the world? Does anyone really have all the answers? If they do, then have they lost who they truly are? Now, I could get into the questions as in “is there such a thing as truth” but I will save that for another time, another decade, another experience. Tonight I write my soul, my heart, and my thoughts.